Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 4: Cunning duel

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

　　Maca played with the objects in his hand, while secretly recalling the mysterious blue light he had just seen. 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 asked about the price after listening to the specious explanation of the short wizard.

　　"Ten golden gallons! This must be ten golden gallons, it is 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 repaid the price once, "Three Jin Jialong, as far as I know, it’s only worth three."

　　 Maca’s tone is very firm, as if he clearly knows the true value of this so-called "Haierbo 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 finished speaking, Maca interrupted again, "Four Jin Jialong! No more!"

　　 Just when the short wizard was trying to speak and then stopped, Maca pretended to growl angrily, dig out something from the gap in the shelf with a very random movement, and then said loudly: "Okay! Add it! Come on this, two together and eight Jin Jialong! Otherwise I won't want them!"

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

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

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

　　 "Okay, okay, I will give you eight Jin Jialong." He whispered helplessly, and put the coins on the counter into the locked drawer...

　　 On the street, Maca is 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 didn't have a 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 had used magic. In fact, it was just a dirty cast iron coin.

　　 Let’s not 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 along the same way.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Maca walked to the fork in the road, and at a glance, 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.

　　After he got through the crowd, he immediately spotted the little figure next to Hagrid.

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

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

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

　　 "Really? Oh——!"

　　 "Gosh! I feel like I'm dreaming!"

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

　　Maca looked around, Limala ran up Harry's sleeve, beckoning 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." Maca said embarrassedly.

　　 "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 very famous?"

　　Maca glanced at Hagrid, nodding as if he had realized something.

　　 "Um... I'm sorry, but I shouldn't explain it to you." Maca scratched his head, although he was just too lazy to elaborate.

　　 Just as Harry tried to question, Hagrid had already leaned in.

　　"Okay, 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 nodded afterwards.

　　 "No, I mean, just call me Maca."

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

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

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

　　Maca realized it, and it is estimated that Hagrid would still care about his pedigree. Of course, according to Hagrid's character, what he cares about is the children's opinion of him, not his own blood.

　　 Maca immediately stretched his hand back when he saw this, regardless of whether it was his **** or shoulder, he smiled lightly and said: "In Gringotts just now, a fairy told me the same way."

　　 "Hahaha! You are not much taller than an elf at your age." 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 weird.

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

　　 Yes, the wand—this is exactly what Maca and Harry 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 window, a magic wand lay alone on the faded purple cushion.

　　 When they entered the store, there was a ringing bell from somewhere behind the store. The shop is very small, and 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." said a soft voice, startling Harry.

　　 Hagrid, who was sitting, also seemed terrified, 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 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, that’s not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother’s back then She came here to buy her first wand, it was like it just happened yesterday. Ten and one-quarter inches long, made of wicker, swishy, ​​is a good magic wand conducive to casting. "

　　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 mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible and stronger, it’s best for polymorphism. I say your father likes it—actually , Of course, the wizard who chooses it is the magic wand!

　　 Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to pay attention to Maca on the side. He leaned closer and closer to Harry, his nose almost touching 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 Cang Zi's long fingers.

　　 "I'm sorry, this was made by a wand I sold." He whispered softly, "Thirteen inches and a half long. Yew ~ IndoMTL.com~ is very powerful, very powerful, But it fell into the hands of the bad guys... If I knew that this magic wand was made, I would do something like this..."

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

　　 "Rubber! Ruberhag! I am 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 think they must have been crushed by them when they fired you?" Mr. Ollivander said, suddenly becoming serious.

　　 "Ah, yes, I was smashed by them, yes." Hagrid slowly moved his steps and said, "I still have the smashed wand."

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

　　 "Oh, no, sir." Hagrid replied hurriedly, and Harry noticed that Hagrid grasped 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, kid." Ollivander's interest in Maca doesn't seem to be as strong as Harry's. This is obviously for granted. Maca is nothing strange. His life experience can make 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.