Chapter 5

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

While playing with the objects in her hand, Maka secretly recalled the mysterious blue light she had just seen. He temporarily pressed the plan to leave here just now, and pulled out a broken wood from another big basket nearby.

He pretended to be curious and asked the price after listening to the plausible explanation of the short wizard.

"Ten Golden galleons! This must be ten golden galleons. It's worth the price. Look how rare it is..."

When Maka saw that he would continue to deceive, she had to wave her hand, interrupt the other party's speech, and pay a price, "three jingarons. As far as I know, it's only worth three."

Maka's tone was very firm, as if he knew the real value of the so-called "Haier Bo coffin".

"No! It's impossible! At least eight jingarons! You know, the famous black wizard, the despicable halbo, buried himself in..."

Before he finished, Maka interrupted again, "four jingarons! No more!"

Just when the short wizard was about to stop talking, Maka pretended to yell angrily, pulled something out of the gap of the shelf with a very random action, and then said loudly, "OK! Add this, two together, eight jingarons! Otherwise I won't want it!"

Maka patted the eight golden galleons on the counter not far away, then stared at the short wizard.

The other party was suddenly silent. He looked down at the things in Maka's palm and the eight gold gallons on the counter. He looked wronged on his face.

This is a very old looking coin. It is heavy in the palm of the hand, but it looks dirty. It seems that there is nothing special.

"Well, well, I'll give it to you, Chenghui eight gold galleons." he whispered helplessly, and received the coins on the counter into the locked drawer

On the street, Maka was in a good mood. Playing with the old coins in his hand, he was elated and proud, as if even the dark path had become bright.

Of course, he didn't have a chance to see the short wizard smiling the same proud smile in the Merlot Museum.

"Arrogance is the most precious wealth of mankind. It can benefit Merlot." the short wizard patted the money drawer with an intoxicated face and made a crash of gold coins.

The old coin in Maka's hand was naturally enchanted by the dwarf. In fact, it was just a dirty cast iron coin.

Not to mention the tricks of profiteers, on the other hand, satisfied Maka estimated that the time should be almost, so he walked the way back and forth.

"Eh?"

When Maka reached the fork of the road, she saw a tall figure in the crowd, coming out of the gate of Guling Pavilion.

"Hybrid giant Hagrid?" murmured Marca, walking over there.

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

"Oh! Are you the famous... Mr. Harry Potter?" Marca said after deliberately looking up and down at the boy.

Before the boy had time to respond, the people around him had come together.

"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 several of them came forward, as if they had seen some rare magical creatures.

Marca looked left and right, immediately pulled Harry's sleeve and ran, and beckoned Hagrid to keep up. When they all got into the scrap shop, Marca and Harry were relieved.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to be like this," Marca said with a embarrassed face.

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

Maka glanced at Hagrid and nodded as if she had realized something.

"Well... I'm sorry, but it doesn't seem like I should explain it to you." Marca scratched her head, although he just didn't bother to elaborate.

As Harry tried to ask, Hagrid had come together.

"Well, now that we're here, we might as well buy a magic wand first!" Hagrid patted Maka on the shoulder and said happily, "come with you, too! Eh..."

"Marca, Marca McClane," Marca said, nodding her head.

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

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

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

"God, you are so tall!" to ease the embarrassment, Maka deliberately pinched her throat.

Hagrid smiled awkwardly at the speech, but said nothing.

Maka reacted. It is estimated that Hagrid will still care about his blood. Of course, according to Hagrid's character, what he cares about is the children's view of him, not his own blood itself.

Seeing this, Maka immediately put his hand back, regardless of whether it was his ass or shoulder. He smiled easily and said, "just now, a goblin told me that in the ancient Lingge."

"Hahaha! You're not much older than a goblin." Hagrid was not stupid. He obviously realized that Maka was taking the initiative to ease the atmosphere.

Harry, standing on one side, looked at the two people in front of him. He was a little confused. He couldn't figure out what they were talking about. He just felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

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

Yes, Wand - that's what both Marca and Harry want.

This is a small store that looks dilapidated. The gold lettered signboard on the door has peeled off. It reads: "Ollivander: well made wands since 382 BC."

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

When they entered the store, there were jingling bells from somewhere behind the store. The store is very small. There is nothing but a bench.

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

He pressed down the many salary problems that had just occurred in his mind and began to look at thousands of long and narrow cartons that almost reached the ceiling. For some reason, he suddenly felt a hair 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, seemed very frightened, because suddenly there was a loud click, and he quickly stood 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," said Marca politely.

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

"Oh, yes," said the old man, "Yes, yes. I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter. That's no problem. Your eyes are like your mother's. when she came here to buy her first wand, it's like it just happened yesterday. It's ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, whizzing. It's a good wand for casting spells."

Mr. Ollivander came up to Harry. Harry wanted him to blink more. His silver eyes made Harry's hair stand erect.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wand. It's eleven inches long, flexible and stronger. It's best for deformation. I say your father likes it - in fact, of course, it's the wizard who chooses it!

Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to notice Marca. He got closer and closer to Harry, and his nose was close to Harry's face. Harry could even see his own shadow in the old man's muddy eyes.

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

"I'm sorry, this is a magic wand I sold." he whispered softly, "it's thirteen and a half inches long. It's yew. It's very powerful, but it fell into the hands of bad people... If I had known that this magic wand would have done such a thing..."

Mr. Ollivander sighed softly, but then looked up behind Harry. He seemed to recognize Hagrid, which finally relieved Harry.

"Lubber! Lubber Hagrid! How nice to see you again... Oak, sixteen inches long, a little curved, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir," said Hagrid.

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

"Ah, yes, they broke it, yes," said Hagrid, moving slowly. "I still have the broken wand."

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

"Oh, no, sir," answered Hagrid hurriedly, and Harry noticed Hagrid holding on to the pink umbrella as he answered.

Of course, Marca didn't have time to care about Hagrid's little broken umbrella, because Ollivander finally focused on him.

"Oh, it's a new face. Hello, boy." Ollivander's interest in Marca doesn't seem to be as strong as Harry, which is obvious. Marca doesn't have any strange life experience to let others know him. "What's your name?"

"Marca McLean," Marca replied.

"Oh, yes, Mr. McLean," said Mr. Ollivander, glancing sharply at them. "Then, gentlemen, who will come first?"

He took out a long tape measure with a silver scale from his pocket. There was a trace of seriousness on his face. Marca patted Harry on the back to show him to go first.