Chapter 4 The Cunning Showdown
What's that? It's like a coin...
While playing with the object in his hand, Maca secretly recalled the mysterious blue light he saw just now. He temporarily suppressed his plan to leave here just now, and pulled out a piece of broken wood from another large basket next to him.
He pretended to be curious and asked about the price after listening to the specious explanation of the short wizard.
Ten Galleons! This must be ten Galleons, it's worth the price, you see how rare it is...
Seeing that he was going to continue fooling around, Maca waved his hand to interrupt the other party's speech, and paid back the price, Three Galleons, as far as I know, it's only worth three.
Maca's tone was extremely firm, as if he clearly knew the true value of this so-called Herbo coffin.
No! It's impossible! At least eight Galleons! You must know that the famous dark wizard back then—the despicable Hai Erbo buried himself in...
Before he could finish speaking, Maca interrupted again, Four Galleons! No more!
Just when the short wizard hesitated to speak, Maca pretended to growl angrily, picked something out of a gap in the shelf with a very casual movement, and said loudly: Okay! Add this, Two together and eight Galleons! Otherwise, I won't want them all!
Maca patted the eight Galleons on the counter not far away, then stared at the short wizard with wide eyes.
The other party suddenly fell silent. He looked down at the things in Maca's hand, and then at the eight gold Galleons on the counter, with an aggrieved expression on his face.
This is an old-looking coin that weighs heavily in the palm of your hand, but it looks dirty and there is nothing special about it.
Okay, okay, just treat it as my gift to you, Chenghui eight gold Galleons. He whispered helplessly, and put the coins on the counter into a locked drawer...
On the street, Maca was in a good mood. He was playing with the old coins in his hand, and he was very pleased with himself. It seemed that even this dark path had become brighter.
Of course, he didn't have the chance to see the same smug smile on the short wizard in the Meloch Museum.
Arrogance is the most precious wealth of human beings, and it can benefit Melo. The short wizard patted the money drawer intoxicated, and made a sound of clattering gold coins.
The old coin in Maca's hand was naturally enchanted by this dwarf. In fact, it was just a dirty iron coin.
Leaving aside the little tricks of profiteers, on the other side, the contented Maca reckoned that the time should be almost here, so he walked the way he had come and gone.
what?
Maca walked to the fork in the road, and immediately saw a tall figure in the crowd, coming out of the gate of Gringotts.
Hagrid, the half-blood giant? Maca muttered in a low voice, walking over there.
When he got through the crowd, he immediately spotted the small figure next to Hagrid.
Oh! Excuse me, are you the famous... Mr. Harry Potter? Maca purposely looked the boy up and down before asking.
Before the boy had time to react, people around him who heard him had already moved over.
Oh! My God, it's Harry Potter!
Really? Oh—!
Holy shit! I feel like I'm dreaming!
The crowd immediately started talking, and some of them rushed forward desperately, as if they had seen some rare magical creature.
Maca looked left and right, and immediately pulled Harry's sleeves into a run, beckoning Hagrid to follow quickly. When they all got into the junk shop, Maca and Harry were relieved.
Oh, sorry, I didn't expect that from them.
Maka said with a look of embarrassment.
Oh, it's nothing. Harry looked at Maca who was his age and shook his head, But why is this? This is the second time, I seem to be famous?
Maca glanced at Hagrid, and nodded as if realizing something.
Well... I'm sorry, but it seems that I should not explain this to you. Maca scratched his head, although he was just too lazy to elaborate.
Just as Harry was trying to ask, Hagrid had already moved closer.
Alright, alright, since we're here, why don't we go buy a magic wand first! Hagrid patted Maca on the shoulder, and said happily, You come too! Uh...
Maka, Maca McClain. Maca nodded.
Oh, yes, Mr. McLean. Hagrid also nodded.
No, I mean, just call me Maca.
Maca said, and suddenly put his hand on Hagrid's ass. He noticed this at once, and felt a pang of embarrassment.
My God, you're so tall! Maca squeezed her throat deliberately in order to ease the embarrassment.
Hagrid smiled awkwardly when he heard this, but didn't say anything.
It was only then that Maca realized that Hagrid would still care about his bloodline. Of course, according to Hagrid's character, what he cares about is probably what the children think of him, not his own blood itself.
Upon seeing this, Maca immediately stretched his hand back, regardless of whether it was his butt or his shoulder, he smiled relaxedly and said, A goblin said the same thing to me in Gringotts just now.
Hahaha! You are not much older than a goblin at your age. Hagrid was not stupid, he had obviously realized that Maca was taking the initiative to ease the atmosphere.
Standing aside, Harry looked at the two people in front of him, feeling a bit puzzled. He couldn't figure out what the two were talking about, but felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.
Okay, let's go! Let's go to Ollivander across the way, and you will be able to buy the best wand there.
Yes, a wand - exactly what Maca and Harry both dreamed of.
It was a small, dilapidated-looking shop, with a peeling gold sign over the door that read: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 382 BC.
A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.
As they entered the shop there was a tinkling of bells from somewhere at the back of the shop. The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.
Hagrid sat on the bench and waited, while Harry on the side had a strange feeling, as if he was in a library with strict management.
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 stacked almost to the ceiling. For some reason, he suddenly felt hairy. 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 to be quite frightened, because suddenly there was a loud clicking sound, and he quickly stood up from the bench.
An old man stood before them, his large pale eyes shining like two shining moons in the dim shop.
Hello, Mr. Ollivander. Maca greeted out of politeness.
Harry looked a little reserved, but followed Maca and said Hello.
Oh, yes, said the old man, yes, yes. I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's no problem. Your eyes are like your mother's when she came here Came in to buy her first wand, which seemed like just yesterday. Ten and a quarter inches long, wicker, swishy, and a fine wand for casting spells.
Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry, who wished he had blinked more, his silvery eyes made Harry's hair stand on end.
Your father is different. He likes mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, stronger, and perfect for Transfiguration. I said your father liked it—actually, of course. The wand is choosing its wizard!
Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to pay attention to Maca, who was getting closer and closer to Harry, his nose almost touching Harry's face. Harry could even see his own reflection in the old man's cloudy eyes.
Oh, this is... Mr. Ollivander stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his pale, long fingers.
I'm sorry, but it was done by a wand I sold, he said softly. Thirteen and a half inches long. Yew. Strong, very strong, and it fell into the wrong hands... ...If only I had known that this wand would have done something like this when it was finished...
Mr. Ollivander sighed softly, but then raised his head to look behind Harry. He seemed to recognize Hagrid, which finally made Harry heave a sigh of relief.
Rubus! Rubeus Hagrid! It's great to see you again . . . Oak, sixteen inches long, a little crooked, isn't it?
That's right, sir, said Hagrid.
That's a fine wand. But I suppose they broke it when they fired you? said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly serious.
Ah, yes, they broke it, yes. Hagrid said, moving slowly, I still have the broken wand.
But you don't use it? Mr. Ollivander asked hastily.
Oh, no, sir. Hagrid replied hastily, and Harry noticed that Hagrid was holding onto the pink umbrella tightly as he answered.
Of course, Maca didn't have time to pay attention to Hagrid's little broken umbrella, because Ollivander finally had his eyes on him.
Oh, this is a new face. Hello, kid. Ollivander doesn't seem to be as interested in Maca as he is in Harry, which is obviously a matter of course. Maca doesn't have any weird life experiences. Can let others know him, What's your name?
Maka Maclean, Maca replied.
Oh, yes, Mr. McLean, said Mr. Ollivander, casting a sharp glance at the two of them. So, gentlemen, which one of you will come first?
He took out a long measuring tape with silver scales from his pocket, with a serious face, Maca patted Harry on the back to signal him to go first.
