Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 5: Ollivander the doubting

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The process of Harry Potter's purchase of the wand took a long time. It was not until the tried wands piled up on a bench to find a suitable one. In the middle, Harry even broke the wand because the wand was out of control. A light-colored vase.

　　Maca looked at the golden star on the tip of the magic wand in Harry's hand at the moment, bright like fireworks, and fluttering light spots were projected on the wall.

　　 Hagrid clapped his hands and applauded, and Mr. Ollivander shouted: "Oh, great! Oh, really, great. Oh, oh, oh... it’s amazing, it’s amazing... "

　　 He put Harry's wand into the box, wrapped it in a piece of brown oiled paper, and kept talking "Wonderful" in his mouth.

　　 "I'm sorry," Harry said, "What makes you wonder?"

　　Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with his pale, colorless eyes.

　　 "I remember every wand I sold, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. In fact, it is the same-two tail feathers of the same phoenix, one made this wand, Another tail feather made another magic wand."

　　Ollivander paused and continued: "You are destined to use this wand, and its brother...cough, it was his brother who left you that scar."

　　 Harry gasped.

　　"Yes, thirteen inches and a half long, yew wood. How could such a thing happen, it’s amazing. Remember, it’s the magic wand that chooses the wizard! I think you will accomplish a great cause, Potter Sir...Anyway, the mysterious person I couldn't nominate did a great thing—even though it was terrible, it was still a great thing."

　　 Haliton felt terrified. He wasn't sure whether he liked Mr. Ollivander, but he still paid seven Jin Jialong to buy this wand that seemed to have a deep connection with him.

　　 "Yes, okay," Ollivander nodded, looking at Maca with his sharp eyes, "Mr. McLean, it's your turn now, please come forward and let me see."

　　 "I am right-handed." Maca has already seen the process once, and immediately cooperated with Ollivander to start the measurement.

　　 The tape measure automatically pulls away and floats to Maca's body, from shoulder to fingertip, from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally measuring the head circumference.

　　 Even after reading it once, Maca still doesn’t know what these measurement steps do.

　　The tape measure is being measured, and Ollivander continues to mutter: "Yes, yes, as I said just now, every Ollivander wand is unique. If you use another wizard’s The magic wand, the effect will definitely be compromised! Always remember-the magic wand is choosing the wizard."

　　 At the end, when the measuring tape floated in front of Maca and measured the distance between his nostrils, he felt that he hadn't experienced such a silly scene for a long time.

　　 "Okay," Ollivander said before the tape fell to the ground and rolled into a ball, "Then, Mr. McLean, try this one! Made of maple and dragon ear nerves. Ten inches. Long, sensitive, slender, and powerful. You can give it a try."

　　Maca took it and waved it, a soft red light flashed on the tip of the stick.

　　 "Oh! Yes, it went so smoothly..." Ollivander said and stopped suddenly, "Wait, try this one. Boxwood, unicorn hair, nine and three-quarters. Inches, equally sensitive but more determined."

　　 Macaro was shocked, then put down the wand in his hand and took the other one he handed over.

　　 I don’t know whether it’s the waving posture or something else. This time a little golden light emerged from the tip of the stick, and a sacred breath spread out.

　　 "What, what's going on?" Ollivander was like seeing something incredible, his sharp eyes filled with doubts, "Or, try this one again?"

　　 He pulled out another box from the shelf behind him, "Rosewood, the key to the heart of a dragon, fourteen and one-quarter inches long, hard, powerful, and powerful."

　　 His choice this time seems to be completely opposite to the two just now, which makes Maca feel even more at a loss.

　　Maca took the slightly purplish red magic wand and waved it again. A fiery red light flew out from the tip of the wand and knocked the shelf behind Ollivander to the ground with a loud sound. The roar.

　　The four people present were all startled, but after the fright, Ollivander fell into contemplation again.

　　 Maca and Hagrid, Harry, you look at me, I look at you, and I don’t know what happened. Seeing Mr. Ollivander's silence, they all stayed wisely, not disturbing his thinking as much as possible.

　　In the magical world, wand science has always been an extremely complex research subject, and there are very few that can make wands. At this moment, apart from Mr. Ollivander, I am afraid that no one can find a second person who has a deep understanding of magic wands in the entire Diagon Alley.

　　 "I don't understand, I really don't understand," Ollivander suddenly raised his head again, and said loudly to Maca, "Pick up the pile of wands on the bench and wave each one. Come on! "

　　Maca looked at the wand that Harry had put there after trying it before, then looked back at the shelf behind Ollivander.

　　 "But, sir, that shelf..."

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about that, just wave it."

　　 Seeing that no one cares about the consequences, Maca naturally has no psychological burden, and immediately picked up the magic wand and waved it one by one. For a time, light, smoke, wand boxes and even shelves rushed across the store with the wand in Maca's hand, making the entire Ollivander wand shop a mess.

　　 "Okay, it's okay." Ollivander hurriedly greeted Maca to stop, and then looked at his hand with a puzzled expression, "I don't understand, it doesn't make sense at all, every wand is perfectly adapted How is this possible?"

　　 Things that even Ollivander couldn't figure out, Maca was naturally at a loss. In the end, under Mr. Ollivander’s extremely reluctant gaze, Maca chose the wand that made the most noise just now, and left the house with Hagrid and Harry, which has almost turned into a garbage dump. Wand shop.

　　 Coming out of Ollivander, the three of them checked the list together and bought everything one by one. When they reached the end of the road, Maca looked at the Pataki Cauldron and remembered something.

　　 "Oh, no! Mrs. Weasley and I made an appointment to meet at the cauldron. This is terrible."

　　 "Mrs. Weasley?" Hagrid heard the words and looked at the cauldron. "Don't worry, I saw her. You haven't missed it yet."

　　Maca looked at Hagrid, and said "God, you are so tall" again in his heart, and then I spoke to them separately, and then squeezed in the direction of the cauldron shop.

　　 It was close to noon, and there were more people in Diagon Alley than in the morning. It was a bit breathless.

　　 "Mrs. Weasley, hello..."

　　Maca finally got to Mrs. Weasley and Ron, but was interrupted before they could finish speaking.

　　 "Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you had gone back!" Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to be angry, but she apologized first. "Ron's mouse got into the hole in the garden and was chased by goblins. It made us come late..."

　　 Ron took the conversation with a bitter face and said: "Then my mother gave me another meal and said that I didn't take care of the spots, but you know..."

　　 "Okay! This is obviously your problem, don't make an excuse!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed angrily.

　　 Seeing that Mrs. Weasley seems to be talking again, Maca has to start talking, "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I think it’s okay. In fact, I met when I went to Gringotts to withdraw money just now. Hagrid, oh, and Harry Potter."

　　 Mrs. Weasley immediately came to God when she heard the name. Of course, Maca had expected this.

　　After buying the crucible here, Maca’s shopping trip finally came to an end. To be honest, he was a little tired and paralyzed, but he still had to carry a lot of things and continue walking, even though Ron had already helped him carry a lot.

　　 "Maca, give me some, and I will help you with some," said Mrs. Weasley.

　　 "No, this is definitely not good, how can I let the lady carry things!" Maca insisted.

　　 said that Mrs. Weasley was very happy~ IndoMTL.com~ She snatched the owl cage in Maca’s hand, with a smile on her face, "Oh! Little Maca, you can really talk." . I’m sure you will be able to fascinate a lot of girls in the future."

　　 The real unmarried young women are much harder to coax than you, Maca muttered in her heart.

　　 It is mid-July, and the weather in the UK is still as mild as ever, but this is always cloudy and sunny, and it still makes people feel relieved.

　　 To be honest, Maca didn't want to live in Weasley's house, but eventually lived in Shao for a few days.

　　Until next month, he finally left there, rented a room upstairs in the Broken Cauldron Bar, and lived there until the start of Hogwarts.

　　 During this time, Maca devoted all his time to the preparation of the magic textbook. He found that he was quite interested in these interesting knowledge, although he still felt that the content of the book "Theory of Magic" was a bit paradoxical until the end.

　　 "...So, how did this formula come about?" Maca stared at a magic formula in the book, and said a little annoyed.

　　 In the process of reading and memorizing, he found that many of the key magic theories in this book have an obvious feature, that is, the author never explained the source of the formula, which is really a great A heartbreaking discovery.

　　 "Knowing it but not knowing why, is magic theory actually the accumulation of experience of every generation of wizards since ancient times?" He moaned in pain with a tired face.

　　 But in the last month or so, in addition to the boring knowledge of magic, there was actually a small episode. Of course, as far as I am concerned, this is not suitable to be said now, because today is the last day of August, and tomorrow is September 1st-Hogwarts is about to start!