"What is that? It seems to be a coin..."
While playing with the objects in her hands, Maka secretly recalled the mysterious blue light she just saw. He temporarily suppressed his intention to leave here and pulled out a broken piece of wood from another large basket next to him.
He asked pretending to be curious, and after listening to the short wizard's specious explanation, he became interested and asked about the price.
"Ten gold galleons! This must be ten gold galleons. It is worth this price. You see how rare it is..."
Seeing that he was going to continue to deceive, Maka had to wave her hand to interrupt the other party's speech, and paid back the price, "Three gold galleons, as far as I know, it's only worth three."
Maka's tone was extremely firm, as if he knew the true value of this so-called "Helbo Coffin".
"No! This is impossible! At least eight gold galleons at least! You have to know that the famous dark wizard back then, the despicable Haierbo, buried himself in..."
Before he could finish speaking, Maka interrupted again, "Four gold galleons! No more!"
Just when the short wizard hesitated to speak, Maka pretended to growl in annoyance, pulled something out from the gap of the shelf with a very casual movement, and then said loudly: "Okay! Add this, Eight Galleons for two! Otherwise I won’t take them all!”
Maka slapped eight gold Galleons on the counter not far away, then stared at the short wizard with wide eyes.
The other party suddenly became silent. He looked down at what was in Maka's hand, and then at the eight gold galleons on the counter, with a look of grievance on his face.
This is an old-looking coin that feels heavy in the palm of your hand, but it looks dirty and seems to have nothing special about it.
"Okay, okay, just take it as my gift to you, Chenghui eight gold galleons." He whispered helplessly, and put the coins on the counter into the locked drawer...
On the street, Maka was in a good mood. He was playing with the old coins in his hand, feeling very proud of himself, as if even this dark path had become brighter.
Of course, he had no chance to see the short wizard showing 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 drawer where the money was kept with a look of intoxication, making a sound of gold coins.
The ancient coin in Maka's hand was naturally magically cast by this dwarf. In fact, it was just a dirty cast iron coin.
Let's not mention the little tricks of profiteers. On the other side, Maka, who was satisfied, estimated that the time was almost up, so he walked back and forth the way he came.
"Huh?"
Maka walked to the fork in the road and saw a tall figure in the crowd, walking out of the gate of Gringotts.
"Hagrid, the hybrid giant?" Maka muttered in a low voice and walked over there.
When he got through the crowd, he immediately spotted the little figure next to Hagrid.
"Oh! Are you the famous... Mr. Harry Potter?" Maka deliberately looked the boy up and down before speaking.
Before the boy had time to react, the people around him who heard him had already come over.
"Oh! Oh my God, it's Harry Potter!"
"Really? Oh!"
"Oh my god! I feel like I'm in a dream!"
The crowd immediately started talking, and some of them even moved forward desperately, as if they had seen some rare magical creature.
Maka looked around, then immediately pulled Harry's sleeve and ran, beckoning Hagrid to follow him quickly. When they all got into the scrap shop, Maka and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to be like this." Maka said with an embarrassed look.
"Oh, it's nothing," Harry looked at Maka, who was the same age as him, and shook his head, "But why is this? This is the second time, I seem to be famous?"
Maka glanced at Hagrid and nodded as if she had some realization.
"Well... I'm sorry, but it doesn't seem like it's my place to explain it to you." Maka scratched his head, although he was just too lazy to elaborate.
Just as Harry was trying to ask, Hagrid had already come over.
"Okay, okay, now that we're here, let's buy a wand first!" Hagrid patted Maka on the shoulder and said happily, "You can come too! Uh..."
"Maka, Maka McClain." Maka nodded.
"Oh, yes, Mr. MacLean." Hagrid also nodded.
"No, I mean, just call me Maka."
Maka said and suddenly put her hand on Hagrid's butt. He noticed this immediately and felt embarrassed.
"Oh my god, you're so tall!" To ease the embarrassment, Maka deliberately pinched her throat and said.
Hagrid smiled awkwardly after hearing this, but didn't say anything.
Maka then realized that Hagrid probably still cares about her bloodline. Of course, according to Hagrid's character, he probably cares about what the children think of him, not his own bloodline itself.
When Maka saw this, he immediately stretched his hand back, regardless of whether it was his butt or shoulder. He smiled easily and said, "There was a goblin who said the same thing to me in Gringotts just now."
"Hahaha! Your age is not much higher than that of a goblin." Hagrid is not stupid. He has obviously realized that Maka is taking the initiative to lighten the atmosphere.
Harry stood aside and looked at the two people in front of him, a little confused. He couldn't figure out what the two people were talking about, but he just felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
"Okay, let's go! Let's go to Ollivander's opposite. You will definitely be able to buy the best wand there."
Yes, a wand—that's what both Maka and Harry dreamed of.
This is a small store that looks dilapidated. The gold sign on the door has peeled off, and it reads: "Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC."
In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.
As they entered the store, a jingling bell came from somewhere at the back of the store. The shop is very small, with nothing but a bench.
Hagrid sat on the bench and waited, while Harry beside him had a strange feeling, as if he was in a strictly managed library.
He suppressed the many salary issues that had just arisen in his mind and began to look at the thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes that almost reached the ceiling. For some reason, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that there is hidden mysterious magic.
"Good morning," said a soft voice, startling Harry.
Hagrid, who was sitting there, seemed to be frightened, because there was suddenly a loud clicking sound, and he quickly stood 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 dark shop.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Maka greeted out of politeness.
Harry looked a little reserved, but he followed Maka and said "hello".
"Oh, yes," said the old man, "Yes, yes. I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that won't be a problem. Your eyes are just like your mother's when she got here. It seems like it was just yesterday that she came in to buy her first wand. It was ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, had a swishy sound, and was a good wand for spellcasting."
Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry, and Harry wished he would blink more. His silver eyes made Harry's hair stand on end.
"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, stronger, and perfect for use in transfiguration. I say your father likes it - actually, of course it is a wand. The wizard is choosing it too!
Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to pay attention to Maka beside him. He moved closer and closer to Harry, and his nose was almost touching Harry's face. Harry could even see his own shadow reflected 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, but it was done by a wand I sold," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches long. Made of yew. Very powerful, extremely powerful, but in the wrong hands... If I had known that this wand would do such a thing after it was made..."
Mr. Ollivander sighed softly, but then raised his head and looked behind Harry. He seemed to recognize Hagrid, which made Harry finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Rubbert! Rubeus Hagrid! It's so nice to see you again... Oak, sixteen inches long, a little curved, right?"
"Yes, sir," Hagrid said.
"That's a good wand. But I suppose they broke it when they fired you?" said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly becoming serious.
"Ah, yes, they broke it, yes." Hagrid slowly moved his steps and said, "I still have the broken wand."
"But you won't use it?" Mr. Ollivander asked hurriedly.
"Oh, no need, sir." Hagrid replied quickly, and Harry noticed that Hagrid held the pink umbrella tightly when he answered.
Of course, Maka didn't have 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 didn't seem to be as interested in Maka as he was with Harry. This was obviously as it should be, as Maka didn't have any bizarre life experiences. You can let others know him, "What's your name?"
"Maka McClain." Maka answered.
"Oh, okay, Mr. Maclean." Mr. Ollivander said, glancing at the two of them with a sharp look, "Well, gentlemen, which one of you will come first?"
He took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. With a serious look on his face, Maka patted Harry on the back and motioned for him to come on first.