"What's that? It's like a coin......"

As Maca played with the object in her hand, she secretly recalled the mysterious blue light she had just seen. He momentarily pressed the intention of leaving the place, and pulled out a broken log from another large basket next to him.

He asked pretending to be curious, and after listening to the short wizard's specious explanation, he asked the price with interest.

"Ten golden Galleons! It's going to cost ten gold galleons, it's worth the price, look how rare it is......"

Seeing that he was going to continue to fool, Maca had to wave his hand to interrupt the other party's speech, and returned the price once, "Three gold gallons, as far as I know, it is only worth three." ”

Maca's tone was unusually firm, as if he knew exactly what the so-called "Helpo Coffin" was really worth.

"Nope! That's impossible! At least 8 gold gallons! You know, the famous dark wizard, the despicable Helmpo, buried himself in ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Maca interrupted again, "Four gold gallons!" Couldn't have been more! ”

Just as the short wizard was about to speak, Maca let out a low growl, feigned annoyance, pulled something out of the gap in the shelf with a very random motion, and then shouted, "All right! Plus this, two together eight gold gallons! Otherwise, I don't want it all! ”

Maca slapped eight gold galleons on the counter not far away, then stared at the short wizard with wide eyes.

The other party suddenly fell silent, he looked down at the things in Maca's palm, and then at the eight gold gallons on the counter, with a look of grievance.

It's an old-looking coin that sits heavily in the palm of your hand, but it doesn't seem to have anything special about it.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you eight gold galleons." He whispered helplessly, and took the coins from the counter into the locked drawer......

On the streets, Maca was in a good mood. He played with the old coins in his hand, and his heart was so proud that even the dark path seemed to become brighter.

Of course, he didn't get a chance to see the short wizard in Merlot's Aquarium, who was smiling the same smug.

"Arrogance is the most precious treasure of mankind, and it can benefit Merlot." The short wizard patted the drawer of the money with an intoxicated expression, and let out a rattling of gold coins.

The old coin in Maca's hand was naturally enchanted by this dwarf. In fact, it's just a dirty minted iron coin.

Not to mention the little tricks of the profiteers, on the other side, the satisfied Maca estimated that the time should be almost up, so he walked the way he came.

"Huh?"

As she walked to the fork in the road, she saw a tall figure coming out of the gate of Gringotts in the crowd.

"Hagrid, the half-blood giant?" Maca muttered under her breath and walked over the other side.

As soon as he made his way through the crowd, he spotted the small figure beside Hagrid.

"Oh! Excuse me, you are the famous ...... Mr. Harry Potter? Maca deliberately glanced the boy up and down before speaking.

Before the boy could react, the people around him had already come to him.

"Oh! Oh my God, it's Harry Potter! ”

"Really? Oh——! ”

"Oh my God! I feel like I'm dreaming! ”

The crowd immediately began to talk, and a few of them came forward desperately, as if they had seen some rare magical creature.

Maca looked left and right, and immediately pulled Harry's sleeve and ran, beckoning Hagrid to follow. When they all got into the scrap shop, Maca and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to do this." Maca said with an embarrassed expression.

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

Maca glanced at Hagrid and nodded as if in understanding.

"Hmm...... I'm sorry, but I don't think it's up to me to explain it to you. Maca scratched her head, though he was too lazy to elaborate.

As Harry tried to ask, Hagrid approached.

"Alright, now that we're here, we might as well go buy a wand first!" Hagrid patted Maca on the shoulder and said happily, "Come along!" Uh......"

"Maka, Macha McLean." Maca nodded.

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

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

Maca said, suddenly putting her hand on Hagrid's ass. He immediately noticed this and felt embarrassed in his heart.

"Oh my God, you're so tall!" In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Maca deliberately pinched her throat.

Hagrid smiled awkwardly, but didn't say anything.

Only then did Maca react, and it was estimated that Hagrid would still care about his bloodline. Of course, according to Hagrid's personality, it was the children's opinion of him that he minded, not his own lineage.

Seeing this, Maca immediately put her hand back again, regardless of whether it was her ass or shoulder, he smiled lightly and said, "Just now in Gringotts, there was a goblin who said the same thing to me. ”

"Hahaha! You're not much older than a goblin. Hagrid wasn't stupid, he was clearly aware that Maca was taking the initiative to lighten the mood.

Harry, who was standing on the side, looked at the two in front of him, a little inexplicable, he couldn't figure out what the two were talking about, but he felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

"Alright, let's go! Let's go to Ollivander on the other side, where you will be able to buy the best wand. ”

Yes, wands - that's exactly what both Maca and Harry dreamed of.

It was a small, shabby-looking storefront with a peeling gold sign on the door that read: "Ollivanders: A well-made wand since 382 BC." ”

In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

As they entered, there was a jingling bell from somewhere behind the store. The shop was small, with nothing but a bench.

Hagrid sat on a bench and waited, while Harry had a strange feeling of being in a well-managed library.

He pressed back on the many salary questions that had just arisen in his mind, and began to look at the thousands of narrow cardboard boxes that reached almost to the ceiling. For some reason, he suddenly felt a hairy feeling in his heart. The dust and silence seem to give the impression that there is a mysterious magic hidden here.

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

Hagrid, who was sitting, seemed to be 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, his large, light-colored eyes as bright as two shining moons in the dim shop.

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

Harry looked a little reserved, but followed Marka and said "hello".

"Oh, yes," said the old man, "yes, yes. I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother's, and it feels like it just happened yesterday when she came here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, and fluttering, it was a good wand for casting spells. ”

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry, who wished he could blink more, his silvery eyes making Harry's hairs stand on end.

"Your father is different, he loves mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, and stronger, it's perfect for Transfiguration. I said your father loved it—actually, of course, the wizard who chose it with the wand!

Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to notice Maca on the side, he was getting closer and closer to Harry, and his nose was about to be pressed against Harry's face. Harry could even see his own shadow in the old man's cloudy eyes.

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

"I'm sorry, I sold a wand to do it." He whispered, "Thirteen and a half inches long." Yew. The power is very strong, very strong, but it falls into the wrong hands...... If I had known that this wand would have done something like this......"

Mr. Ollivander sighed softly, but looked up behind Harry, who seemed to recognize Hagrid, and Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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

"Yes, sir." Hagrid said.

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

"Ah, yes, they pouted, yes." Hagrid said slowly, "I still have the wand I pouted." ”

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

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

Of course, Maca didn't bother with Hagrid's little broken umbrella, because Ollivander had finally set his sights on him.

"Oh, it's a new face. Hello, kid. Ollivander doesn't seem to be as interested in Maca as he is in Harry, and rightfully so, Maca doesn't have any bizarre background that would make anyone know him, "What's your name?" ”

"Macka McLean." Maca replied.

"Oh, yes, Mr. McLean." Mr. Ollivander said, glancing at the two of them with a sharp gaze, "So, two gentlemen, which of you will come first?" ”

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