"boom!"
The process of choosing a wand for Harry Potter took a long time. It was not until the wands he tried were piled up on the bench that he found a suitable one. In the middle, Harry even broke a light-colored wand because he lost control of it. vase.
Maka looked at the gold stars on the tip of the wand in Harry's hand, as bright as fireworks, and the walls were reflected with dancing light spots.
Hagrid clapped his hands and cheered, and Mr. Ollivander shouted loudly: "Oh, great! Oh, really, great. Oh, oh, oh... It's amazing, it's amazing..."
He put Harry's wand into the box and wrapped it in a piece of brown oil paper, and kept saying "wonderful".
"I'm sorry," said Harry, "what is it about you that makes you wonder?"
Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with his pale, colorless eyes.
"I remember every wand I sell, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. In fact, it's like this - two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made the wand, and the other tail feather Made another wand."
Ollivander paused and continued: "You are destined to use this wand, and its brother... well, it was his brother who gave you that scar."
Harry gasped.
"Yes, thirteen and a half inches long, made of yew. It's amazing how something like this could happen. Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard! I think you'll do great things, Mr. Potter... whatever Somehow, the mysterious person I can't nominate did something big—terrible, but still big."
Hareton felt horrified. He was not sure whether he liked Mr. Ollivander, but he still paid seven gold galleons for this wand that seemed to have a deep connection with him.
"Yes, okay," Ollivander nodded, looking at Maka with his sharp eyes, "Mr. McClain, it's your turn now, please come forward and let me take a look."
"I'm right-handed." Maka had already seen the process and immediately cooperated with Ollivander to start the measurement.
The tape measure automatically pulled out and floated to Maka's body, measuring from shoulders to fingertips, wrists to elbows, shoulders to the floor, knees to armpits, and finally the head circumference.
Even after reading it once, Maka still couldn't figure out what these measurement steps did.
The tape measure was measured, and Ollivander continued to mutter: "Yes, yes, as I said just now, every Ollivander wand is unique. If you use another wizard's wand, the effect will be different." Definitely discounted! Always remember – it’s the wand that chooses the wizard.”
At the end, when the tape measure floated in front of Maka and measured the distance between his nostrils, he felt that he had not experienced such a silly scene for a long time.
"Okay," before Ollivander finished speaking, the tape measure slipped to the ground and rolled up into a ball, "Then, Mr. MacLean, let's try this one! It's made of maple wood and dragon ear nerves. It's ten inches long and sensitive. , slender, yet powerful. Give it a try."
Maka took it and waved it casually, and a soft red light flashed on the head of the staff.
"Oh! Not bad, I didn't expect it to go so well..." Ollivander suddenly stopped as he spoke, "Wait, try this one. Boxwood, unicorn hair, nine and three-quarter inches, equally sensitive. But more determined.”
Maka was stunned for a moment, then put down the wand in her hand and took the other one he handed over.
I don’t know if it’s because of the difference in the waving posture or something else, but this time a little golden light appeared on the head of the staff, and a hint of sacred aura spread out.
"What, what's going on?" Ollivander seemed to have seen something incredible, his sharp eyes full of doubts, "How about trying this one again?"
He pulled out another box from the shelf behind him, "Rosewood, the dragon's heart key, fourteen and a quarter inches long, hard, strong, and powerful."
His choice this time seemed to be completely opposite to the two choices just now, which made Maka feel even more confused.
Maka took the slightly purple-red wand and waved it again. A fiery red light suddenly flew out from the tip of the wand, knocking the entire shelf behind Ollivander to the ground, making a violent roar.
The four people present were startled, but after the shock, Ollivander fell into deep thought again.
Maka, Hagrid, and Harry looked at me and I looked at you, and they didn’t know what was going on. Seeing Mr. Ollivander's silence, they all wisely stayed where they were, trying not to disturb his thoughts as much as possible.
In the magical world, wandology has always been an extremely complex research subject, and there are even fewer people who can make wands. At this moment, apart from Mr. Ollivander, I'm afraid I can't find anyone in Diagon Alley who has a deep understanding of wandology.
"I don't understand, I really don't understand," Ollivander suddenly raised his head again and shouted to Maka, "Pick up each of those piles of wands on the bench and wave them, quick!"
Maka looked at the wand that Harry had put there after trying it before, and then looked back at the shelves behind Ollivander.
"But, sir, that shelf..."
"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about that, just wave it around and take a look."
Seeing that no one cared about the consequences, Maka naturally lost her psychological burden and immediately picked up the wand and started waving it one by one. Suddenly, light, smoke, wand boxes and even shelves followed the wand in Maka's hand and ran rampant in the store, causing the entire Ollivander's Wand Store to become a mess.
"Okay, okay." Ollivander quickly asked Maka to stop, and then looked at his hands, his doubtful expression clearly revealed, "I don't understand, this doesn't make sense at all, every wand is perfectly adapted to it? How is this possible? possible?"
Maka was naturally confused about something that even Ollivander couldn't figure out. In the end, under Mr. Ollivander's reluctant gaze, Maka chose the wand that had made the most noise, and left the house that had almost become a garbage dump with Hagrid and Harry. wand shop.
After coming out of Ollivander's, the three of them checked the list and bought everything one by one. When they reached the end of the road, Maka looked at Patchi's Crucible Shop and remembered something.
"Oh, no! Mrs. Weasley and I made an appointment to meet at the Cauldron. This is terrible."
"Mrs. Weasley?" Hagrid looked into the crucible shop after hearing this, "Don't worry, I saw her, you haven't missed her yet."
Maka looked at Hagrid and said "Oh my god, you're so tall" in her mind again, then said goodbye to them, and then pushed towards the crucible shop.
It was almost noon, and there were even more people in Diagon Alley than in the morning, which was almost breathless.
"Mrs. Weasley, hello..."
Maka finally managed to get to Mrs. Weasley and Ron, but was interrupted before she could finish her words.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you had gone back!" Mrs. Weasley didn't seem angry, but instead apologized first, "Ron's mouse got into the hole in the garden and was chased around by the goblins. We arrived a little late..."
Ron took over the conversation with a grimace: "Then my mother scolded me again, saying that I didn't take good care of Scabbers, but you know..."
"Okay! This is obviously your problem, don't make excuses!" Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily.
Seeing that Mrs. Weasley seemed to be lecturing again, Maka had to change the subject, "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I think it's nothing. In fact, I just met Hagrid when I went to Gringotts to withdraw money. Oh, and Harry Potter.”
Mrs. Weasley was stunned upon hearing the name, but of course, Maka had expected this.
After buying the crucible here, Maka'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, although Ron had already helped him carry a lot.
"Maka, give me some, and I'll carry some for you," Mrs. Weasley said.
"No, this is absolutely not possible. How can a lady carry something?" Maka insisted.
Mrs. Weasley was very happy when she said this. She snatched the owl cage from Maka's hand, with a smile on her face, "Oh! Little Maka, you are really good at talking. I'm sure you will be the best in the future." It’s sure to captivate a lot of girls.”
Real unmarried young women are much more difficult to coax than you, Maka whispered in her heart.
It's mid-July, and the weather in the UK is still as mild as ever, but the weather is always cloudy and sunny, which still makes people feel exhausted.
To be honest, Maka didn't want to live with the Weasleys, but she ended up staying at the Burrow for a few days.
It wasn't until the next month that he finally left, renting a room above the Leaky Cauldron until the start of Hogwarts.
During this period of time, Maka devoted her time to previewing the magic textbook. He found that he was quite interested in this interesting knowledge, although he still felt that the content in the book "Magic Theory" was a bit specious until the end.
"...So, where did this formula come from?" Maka stared at a magic formula in the book and said a little annoyed.
In the process of reading and memorizing, he discovered that many of the key magic theories in this book had an obvious feature, that is, the author never explained the source of his formulas. This was really heartbreaking for Maka. Discover.
"Knowing it but not knowing why, could it be that magic theory is actually the accumulated experience of every generation of wizards since ancient times?" He groaned in pain with a tired look on his face.
However, in the last month or so, apart from the boring magic knowledge, a small episode actually happened. Of course, I think this is not suitable to say now, because today is the last day of August, and tomorrow is September 1st - Hogwarts is about to start!