"Bang!"

Harry Potter's process of buying a wand took a long time, until the wand was piled up in a hill on the bench, and he found a suitable one, and Harry even broke a light-colored vase because the wand went out of control.

Maca watched as the tip of the wand in Harry's hand was shining like fireworks, and the walls were reflected in pulsing flickering spots.

Hagrid clapped his hands and cheered, and Mr. Ollivander shouted, "Oh, that's great! Oh, really, great. Oops, oops, oops...... It's amazing, it's amazing......"

He put Harry's wand in a box, wrapped it in a piece of brown oiled paper, and kept saying "wonderful" in his mouth.

"I'm sorry," said Harry, "what makes you wonderful?" ”

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

"I remember every wand I sell, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. In fact, it was the same phoenix's two tail feathers, one for this wand, and the other for the other wand. ”

Ollivander paused, then continued: "You are destined to use this wand, and its brother ...... Ahem, it was its brother who gave you that scar. ”

Harry gasped.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches long, yew wood. It's amazing how this could happen. Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard! I think you're going to do a great job, Mr. Potter...... Anyway, the mystery guy I couldn't nominate did something big — horribly terrible, but still a big thing. ”

Harlitton was creepy. He wasn't sure if he liked the Mr. Ollivander anymore, but he paid seven gold Galleons for the wand that seemed to be very close to him.

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

"I'm right-handed." Maca had already gone through the process and immediately cooperated with Ollivander to start the measurement.

The tape measure automatically pulls open and floats onto Maca's body, from the shoulders to the fingertips, from the wrists to the elbows, from the shoulders to the floor, from the knees to the armpits, and finally the circumference of the head.

Even after looking at it once, Maca still doesn't know what these measurements do.

The measuring tape was right, and Ollivanders continued, "Yes, yes, as I said, every Ollivanders wand is unique. If you use another wizard's wand, the effect will definitely be reduced! Always remember – it's the wand that chooses the wizard. ”

Finally, when the tape measure floated in front of Maca and measured the distance between his nostrils, he felt like he hadn't experienced such a silly scene in a long time.

"Alright," Ollivander said, the tape measure slipped to the ground and rolled up, "then, Mr. McLean, try this one!" Made of maple and dragon ear nerves. Ten inches long, sensitive, slender and powerful. You give it a try. ”

Maca took it and waved it casually, a soft red light flashing at the head of the staff.

"Oh! Yes, I didn't expect it to go so well......" Ollivander said as he stopped suddenly, "Wait, try this." Boxwood, unicorn hair, nine and three-quarters inches, equally sensitive but more determined. ”

Maca paused for a moment, then lowered her wand and took the other one he had handed him.

I don't know if it's because of the different postures of waving or other reasons, this time a little golden light appeared on the head of the staff, and a trace of divine aura spread out.

"W-What's going on?" Ollivanders seemed to have seen something incredible, his sharp eyes full of doubt, "Why don't you try this one again?" ”

He pulled out another box from the shelf behind him, "Rosewood, the dragon's heart key, fourteen and a quarter of an inch long, hard, powerful, powerful. ”

His choice this time seemed to be the opposite of the two just now, which made Maca even more confused.

Maca took the slightly purple-red wand and waved it again, and a fiery red light flew out from the tip of the wand, knocking the entire shelf behind Ollivander to the ground with a violent roar.

The four people present were startled, but Ollivander fell into deep thought again after being frightened.

Maca and Hagrid, Harry, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't know what's going on. Seeing that Mr. Ollivander was silent, they all wisely stayed where they were, as little as possible to disturb his thoughts.

In the wizarding world, wandology has always been an extremely complex research discipline, and there are very few wands that can be made. At this moment, I am afraid that I will not find a second person in the whole Diagon Alley who has a deep understanding of wands, except for Mr. Ollivander.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand," Ollivander suddenly raised his head again and shouted at Maca, "those wands on the bench, pick up each one and wave it, quick!" ”

Maca looked at the wand that Harry had placed there after trying it out, and then looked back at the shelves behind Ollivander.

"But, sir, that shelf ......"

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

Seeing that everyone didn't care about the consequences, Maca naturally lost her psychological burden, and immediately picked up her wand and waved it one by one. For a moment, light, smoke, wand boxes, and even shelves all ran rampant through the store with the wand in Maca's hand, making a mess of the entire Ollivanders wand shop.

"Alright, alright." Ollivander hurriedly beckoned Maca to stop, then looked at his hand, a puzzled look revealed, "I don't understand, this doesn't make sense at all, every wand adapts perfectly?" How is this possible? ”

What even Ollivanders couldn't figure out, Maca was naturally confused. Eventually, under Mr. Ollivanders' reluctant gaze, Maca chose the wand that had made the most noise, and left the wand shop, which had almost become a garbage dump, along with Hagrid and Harry.

Coming out of Ollivanders, the three of them checked the list and bought everything one by one, and when they reached the end of the road, Maca looked at the Patch Crucible and remembered something.

"Oh, not good! I made an appointment with Mrs. Weasley to meet at the Crucible, and that's a bad thing. ”

"Mrs. Weasley?" Hagrid looked into the cauldron shop, "Don't worry, I saw her, you haven't missed it." ”

Maca looked at Hagrid and said "Oh my God, you're so tall" again, and then said goodbye to them, and then squeezed in the direction of the crucible shop.

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

"Hello Mrs. Weasley......"

Maca managed to get to Mrs. Weasley and Ron, but was interrupted before she could finish speaking.

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

Ron took over with a bitter face, "Then my mother reprimanded me again, saying that I didn't take good care of Spotted, but you know ......"

"That's it! This is obviously your problem, don't make excuses! Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily.

Seeing that Mrs. Weasley seemed to be about to start talking again, Maca had to change the subject, "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I don't think it's okay. In fact, I met Hagrid, oh, and Harry Potter when I went to Gringotts to get my money. ”

Mrs. Weasley was immediately fascinated by the name, which, of course, Maca had anticipated.

After buying a 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 on with a lot of stuff in his arms, even though Ron had already helped him carry quite a few.

"Maca, give me some, I'll help you bring some too." Mrs. Weasley said.

"No, this is absolutely not good, how can you let the lady carry something!" Maca insisted.

Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed by this, and she snatched the owl cage from Maca's hand with a smile on her face, "Oops! Little Maca, you're really good at talking. I'm sure you're going to be able to captivate a whole bunch of girls in the future. ”

Real unmarried young women are much harder to coax than you, Maca muttered to herself.

It's the middle of July, and the weather in the UK is as mild as ever, but the weather is always cloudy and sunny, and it still makes people feel detrained.

Truth be told, Maca didn't want to live at the Weasley house, but ended up living in the Ugly for a few days.

It wasn't until the next month that he finally left there, renting a room upstairs in the Leaky Cauldron and staying there until the start date of Hogwarts.

During this time, Maca devoted all her time to studying for magic textbooks. He found himself quite interested in these interesting facts, although he still found the contents of the book "Theory of Magic" a bit plausible until the end.

“…… So, where did this formula come about? Maca stared at a magic formula in the book and said with some annoyance.

In the process of reading and memorizing, he discovered that many of the key magical theories in this book have a distinct feature, that is, the author never states the origin of his formula, which is really a heartbreaking discovery for Maca.

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

However, in the last month or so, in addition to the boring magical knowledge, there was actually a small episode. Of course, I don't think that's right now, because it's the last day of August, and tomorrow is September 1st - Hogwarts is about to start!