Breeze Order

On a street in London, sitting on a bench beside a large bookstore, a boy of eleven or twelve years old carried an old but clean messenger bag. He held a massive newspaper, burying his expression between the lines of text.

"I can't believe it. Magic actually exists in this world."

The boy hadn't been reading the paper; he had been contemplating the events of the past few days. He spread the newspaper across his dangling legs, a glimmer of light flashing in his pure black eyes. One could see excitement, though a trace of worry was also hidden there—after all, this did not align with his memories, and it had completely overturned his current life.

Tucking back his fine, shiny black hair that reached his ears, the boy lowered his head to hide his eyes once more, seemingly lost in thought.

Just then—

"Mr. Oude?"

A lady wearing a deep green shawl and carrying herself with dignified elegance walked toward the boy with graceful steps.

The boy looked up. His distinctively Eastern features were quite handsome and appeared remarkably gentle, especially when he smiled; it was like a soft breeze and light rain, leaving a very favorable impression.

He said, "Are you Ms. Vance? I am Oude, Breeze Order. Um, you can call me Brie."

The lady nodded. She didn't show much expression, but her eyes softened with pity as she said kindly, "Yes, just as Betty said, you are a polite child."

"I am Emmeline Vance. You may call me Emmeline."

Emmeline Vance was Betty's niece and also a witch, though Betty had known nothing of the wizarding world. Betty had been the headmistress of a London orphanage and had recently asked her niece to handle Brie's school enrollment.

Brie had been adopted by Betty as an infant and was her favorite child, but unfortunately, Betty had passed away recently, and the letter requesting Emmeline's help had become her final message.

Emmeline looked at Brie, thinking of that request. Having read the letter, she understood that Betty had hoped for Brie to attend Stonewall High School.

Although it wasn't a prestigious school, it was a decent place for a boy raised in an orphanage. However, shortly after Betty's death, an owl arrived carrying a Hogwarts acceptance letter, disrupting all of Betty's arrangements.

"I'm sorry, Brie. Betty had made ample arrangements for you, but I must take you into the magical world because you are a young wizard."

She patted Brie's small head, the exceptionally soft black hair making Emmeline feel a strange sense of joy.

"Come with me, dear. I believe you are ready."

Brie pursed his lips. The confusion and worry in his eyes dissipated, leaving only excitement and longing. No one could refuse magic.

"I think so, Emmeline. But I don't know anything about Hogwarts. To be honest, I never thought there was magic in this world."

Emmeline nodded, falling into memory. Had she not once thought the same about magic and Hogwarts?

"You will learn. Hogwarts will give you the most wonderful seven years."

Emmeline took Brie's small hand and led him into a dilapidated, ancient-looking pub nestled between the bookstore and a record shop—the Leaky Cauldron. Passersby ignored it entirely; this was the beginning of magic.

Brie thought to himself: I had originally hoped to rely on those memories to secure a better life.

Brie had a secret he dared not tell anyone, lest they call him a monster. Yet, because of these memories, he appeared more mature, well-behaved, and endearing than his peers—which was exactly why Betty had been so attached to him and treated him as her own.

These memories belonged to a young man named An Qing, encompassing his short twenty-two years of life. They resided in Brie's mind like a sphere; whenever Brie sought answers and tried to touch them, they would open like a book for him to read, providing him with knowledge and a perspective on the world. However, these memories were clearly Eastern, and the world was not 1991; adapting to everything in England still required Brie's own efforts.

At the same time, when he touched the memories, they would feed a special power back to Brie.

Brie called it the power of nature.

This power made Brie beloved by nature; small animals and plants were very close to him. He also gained a healthy body because of it, never falling ill, and even if he were accidentally injured, he would heal quickly under the influence of nature.

Of course, there might be other functions, but Brie had yet to discover them.

Brie had previously thought his body had mutated because of the memories, but it seemed this was caused by magic, and his source of magic was that very set of memories...

If not for the memories, Brie wondered, would he have simply entered Stonewall High School, lived like an ordinary person, and never known about the magical world? Just as Betty had never known—Emmeline had never told her.

In Betty's eyes, as she had told Brie, Emmeline was just an elegant lady.

Before knowing about magic, Brie had not dared to fully immerse himself in those memories. It wasn't just because they made him different from others; he was more afraid that if he accepted all the memories, it would be like a soul possession—Brie would cease to be Brie and become An Qing.

Therefore, Brie only cautiously accessed the memories when necessary, always remaining vigilant.

Even now, he didn't dare. Without ensuring his safety, he wouldn't foolishly reach out, even if reading the memories granted him magical power. Brie wasn't that desperate; compared to power, he didn't want to become someone else.

But what Brie didn't know was that, through years of contact, he had already been influenced by the memories. Both his temperament and his behavior were drawing closer to An Qing.

Just like his name: Brie (Breeze), he was slowly changing.

Before he knew of the wizarding world, Brie's dream had been to graduate from Stonewall High School, learn, and transcend his social class; or, when he was old, he wanted to leave England and embark on a final journey.

He couldn't clearly define his relationship with An Qing. He often wondered if he was actually An Qing, or perhaps he was just another personality born from his soul.

"Cling."

The bell on the pub door rang softly, but because the pub was already noisy, no one paid any attention. Even those who did notice only glanced once before looking away. However, Brie felt a few probing gazes directed at him.

He couldn't help it, given his Eastern face—though Brie quite liked his own appearance.

When Brie looked back, he saw many strange people in wizard robes whispering to each other. The gazes vanished instantly, as if his feeling had been a mistake.

But because he had gained magic from the memories, Brie's senses were sharp; he didn't believe it had been a mistake.

Brie thought unnaturally: Are wizards always this strange? Emmeline seems perfectly fine.

Emmeline seemed to sense Brie's discomfort. She frowned, nodded to Tom the innkeeper, and led Brie through the crowd toward the backyard.

In her eyes, this place was a mixed bag and not a good place to linger.

Seeing some old women dressed in rag-like wizard robes drinking sherry and acting dizzy made Emmeline feel even more uncomfortable; she just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Tom, the landlord of the pub, was a gaunt old man who, when laughing, allowed one to count exactly how many yellow-spotted teeth he had left, yet his eyes were full of light; he merely glanced at Emmeline and Breeze before continuing his conversation with a disheveled man at the bar.

The man, filled with excitement and his voice still raspy from the screaming moments ago, said, "Oh, that was Harry Potter just now. My god, the Boy Who Lived has finally returned to the wizarding world."

The man scratched his head, causing his dry hair to fall out in clumps—it seemed he hadn't groomed himself in a long time—and he said, looking puzzled, "But this isn't what Dumbledore said. Why is Harry Potter like this? Well, I mean, strange... If it weren't for that scar on his forehead, no one would have recognized him."

Tom chuckled, though his eyes held a strange look; he calmly wiped the man's fallen hair away with a rag without saying a word, clearly wanting to end the topic.

The noise in the pub regarding Harry Potter was deafening, mostly consisting of talk about what an honor it was, shaking Harry Potter's hand, looking at his lightning scar, and topics about school enrollment, along with some hushed mentions of "mysterious people," which left Breeze very confused.

There were no memories of Harry Potter in Breeze's mind, nor in An Qing's, but he didn't dwell on it because this was the wizarding world, and some differences were to be expected. Breeze felt that this Harry Potter must be like a celebrity; he had seen such things in An Qing's memories, where in that era, celebrities always caused a stir, fans were fanatical, and passersby used the trivial details of a celebrity's life as fodder for gossip—yes, much like the people in the pub.

Emmeline had already led Breeze to the backyard, a small, walled-in courtyard that contained nothing but a trash can and some weeds; of course, in the magical world, one could not judge by appearances alone.

Emmeline took out her wand and said, "Three bricks up from the trash can—and two across—"

"You need to remember this sequence. This is the passage from London to Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is the commercial street for wizards. We need to buy your school supplies and wand here, and in the future, you will need to come by yourself."

"Only if you hadn't refused my adoption would I be able to bring you every time."

Clearly, Emmeline had considered and taken steps to adopt Breeze, but Breeze had refused, yet after their brief time together, Emmeline had begun to have second thoughts.

Who wouldn't like a handsome, cute, and well-behaved boy?

"Tap, tap!" As Emmeline finished speaking, she didn't wait for Breeze to answer before tapping the brick three times with her wand.

As the sound of the tapping ended, the brick she had struck began to tremble and shift, a small hole appearing in the center that grew larger and larger until, before long, a wide archway appeared before them, leading to a winding, cobblestone street that seemed to stretch on forever.

The street was lined with shops on both sides, the sunlight casting a gentle glow upon the eaves, and below, it was bustling with activity, the sounds of conversation rising and falling; however, not many people paid them any mind, for this wall had been opened many times before, and they had long since learned to ignore it and turn their gazes toward the goods that caught their interest.

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