Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"What is that? It seems to be a coin..."

While playing with the objects in her hand, Maca secretly recalled the mysterious blue light she saw just now.He temporarily pressed his intention to leave here, and then pulled out a piece of broken wood from another large basket next to it.

He pretended to be curious, and after listening to the specious explanation of the short wizard, he asked about the price with interest.

"Ten golden gallons! It must be ten golden gallons, it's worth the price, you see how rare it is..."

Seeing that he was going to continue to fool around, Maca waved his hand to interrupt the other party's speech, and paid the price once, "Three Jin Jialong, as far as I know, it is only worth three."

Maca's tone was extremely firm, as if he clearly knew the true value of this so-called "Hailbo Coffin".

"No! This is impossible! At least eight Jin Jialong! You have to know that the famous black wizard-the despicable Helbo, buried himself in..."

Before he could finish, Maca interrupted again, "Four Jin Jialong! No more!"

Just when the short wizard stopped talking, Maca pretended to growl in exasperation, dig out something from the gap in the shelf with a very random movement, and then said loudly: "Okay! Add this, Two and eight Jin Jialong together! Otherwise I won't want them all!"

Maca patted eight Jin Jialong on the counter not far away, and then stared at the short wizard with wide eyes.

The other party suddenly fell silent. He looked down at the contents of Maca's palm, then looked at the eight Jin Jialongs on the counter, with a grievance on his face.

This is an old-looking coin. It is heavy in the palm of the hand, but it looks dirty as if there is nothing special about it.

"Okay, okay, just as I give you, Chenghui eight Jin Jialong." He whispered helplessly, and received the coins on the counter into the locked drawer...

On the street, Maca was in a good mood.He played with the old coins in his hand, feeling proud of himself, it seemed that even this dark path had become brighter.

Of course, he hadn't had the chance to see the short wizard in the Merlot Museum with the same triumphant smile.

"Arrogance is the most precious wealth of mankind. It can benefit Merlot." The short wizard patted the drawer of the money with a look of intoxication, and made a sound of gold coins.

The old coin in Maca's hand was naturally the dwarf who used magic.In fact, it was just a dirty cast iron coin.

Not to mention the tricks of the profiteers, on the other hand, the contented Maca estimated that the time should be almost the same, so he walked on the same way as he came and went.

"what?"

When Maca walked to the fork in the road, he saw a tall figure in the crowd, walking out of the gate of Gringa.

"Hagrid the half-blood giant?" Maca whispered and walked over there.

When he got through the crowd, he immediately spotted the little figure beside Hagrid.

"Oh! Excuse me, are you the famous... Mr. Harry Potter?" Maca deliberately looked up and down at the boy before he said.

Before the boy had time to react, the people around him had already moved in.

"Oh! My goodness, it's Harry Potter!"

"Really? Oh--!"

"Gosh! I feel like I'm dreaming!"

The crowd immediately started talking, and several of them leaned forward desperately, as if they had seen some rare magical creatures.

Maca looked around, Limala ran up Harry's sleeve, and beckoned Hagrid to follow.When they all got into the junk shop, Maca and Harry were relieved.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't expect them to be like this.

"Oh, it's nothing," Harry looked at Maca who was his age and shook his head. "But, why is this? This is the second time, I seem to be famous?"

Maca glanced at Hagrid, and nodded as if understanding.

"Um...I'm sorry, but I don't seem to be able to explain this to you." Maca scratched his head, although he was just too lazy to elaborate.

Just as Harry tried to question, Hagrid was already approaching.

"Okay, well, now that we are here, let's go buy a magic wand first!" Hagrid patted Maca on the shoulder and said happily, "Come on with you too! Uh..."

"Maca, Maca McLean." Maca nodded and said.

"Oh, yes, Mr. McLean." Hagrid also nodded.

"No, I mean, just call me Maca."

As Maca spoke, suddenly put her hand on Hagrid's ass.He noticed this immediately and felt embarrassed.

"God, you are so tall!" In order to ease the embarrassment, Maca deliberately pinched his throat.

Hagrid smiled awkwardly when he heard the words, but said nothing.

Only then did Maca react, presumably Hagrid would still care about his blood.Of course, according to Hagrid's character, what he cares about is the children's opinion of him, not his own blood.

When Maca saw this, he stretched out his hand again, regardless of whether it was a hip or a shoulder, he smiled lightly and said: "In Gringotts just now, a fairy told me the same."

"Hahaha! You are not much older than a fairy." Hagrid is not stupid, he has obviously realized that Maca is actively relaxing the atmosphere.

Harry, who was standing on the side, looked at the two people in front of him, a little inexplicable. He couldn't figure out what they were talking about, but the atmosphere was a little strange.

"Okay, let's go! Let's go to Ollivander on the opposite side. You will be able to buy the best wand there."

Yes, the wand-this is exactly what Maca and Harry both dream of.

This is a small storefront that looks dilapidated. The golden sign on the door has been peeled off, and it says: "Ollivander: Well-made wands since 382 BC."

In the dusty shop window, a magic wand stood alone on the faded purple cushion.

When they entered the store, jingle bells came from somewhere behind the store.The shop is very small, there is nothing but a bench.

Hagrid sat on the bench and waited, and Harry on the side had a strange feeling, as if he was in a strictly managed library.

He suppressed the many multi-salary problems that had just occurred in his mind, and began to look at the thousands of long and narrow paper boxes that almost reached the ceiling.For some reason, he suddenly felt a furry in his heart.The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that mysterious magic is hidden.

"Good morning," a soft voice said, startling Harry.

Hagrid, who was sitting, also seemed to be very frightened, because suddenly there was a loud clicking sound, and he quickly got up from the bench.

An old man stood in front of them, and his big, light eyes were as bright as two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Maca greeted politely.

Harry looked a little stiff, but he also followed Maca and said "hello".

"Oh, yes," the old man said, "Yes, yes. I know I will see you soon, Harry Potter, it's not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother's, when she was here. Come and buy her first wand, it’s almost like it happened yesterday. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, and swishy, ​​it’s a good wand for casting spells."

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry. Harry wished he could blink more. His silver eyes made Harry's hair stand upright.

"Your father is different. He likes the mahogany wand. It is eleven inches long, flexible, and stronger. It is best used in polymorphism. I say your father likes it—in fact, of course it is The magic wand is choosing its wizard!

Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to pay attention to Maca on the side, he leaned closer and closer to Harry, his nose was about to touch Harry's face.Harry could even see his own shadow in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Oh, this is..." Mr. Ollivander stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his long fingers.

"I'm sorry, this is made by a wand I sold." He whispered softly, "Thirteen inches and a half long. Yew. It's very powerful, very powerful, but it fell into the wrong hands... …I would have done something like this if I knew this magic wand was made..."

Mr. Ollivander sighed slightly, but then raised his head to look behind Harry. He seemed to recognize Hagrid, which made Harry finally relieved.

"Rubber! Ruberhagrid! I'm so glad to see you again... Oak, sixteen inches long, a bit curved, right?"

"Yes, sir." Hagrid said.

"That's a good magic wand. But I think they must have been smashed by them when they fired you?" Mr. Ollivander said, suddenly becoming serious.

"Ah, yes, it was smashed by them, yes." Hagrid said, moving slowly, "I still have the smashed wand."

"But you don't need it?" Mr. Ollivander asked hurriedly.

"Oh, no, sir." Hagrid replied hurriedly, and Harry noticed that Hagrid clutched the pink umbrella tightly as he answered.

Of course, Maca didn't have the time to care about Hagrid's little broken umbrella, because Ollivander finally set his sights on him.

"Oh, this is a new face. Hello, child." Ollivander's interest in Maca does not seem to be as strong as Harry. Let others know him, "What is your name?"

"Maca McLean," Maca replied.

"Oh, okay, Mr. McLean." Mr. Ollivander said, and glanced at them sharply. "Then, two gentlemen, who of you will come first?"

He took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, with a trace of seriousness on his face, Maca patted Harry on the back and motioned him to go first.