harry potter book of crimes

"boom!"

Harry Potter's process of choosing a wand took a long time. It wasn't 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, 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

The tail feathers 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 such a thing could happen. Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard! I think you will achieve great things, Mr. Potter...

Anyway, 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 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 measuring tape automatically pulled out and floated to Maka's body, from shoulders to fingertips, from wrists to elbows, shoulders to the floor, knees to armpits, and finally measured the circumference of her head.

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 fell 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's ear nerve. It's ten inches long and sensitive.

, slender yet powerful. Try swiping it."

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 a minute, try this one. Boxwood, unicorn hair, nine and three-quarter inches, same.

Sensitive but firmer.”

Maka was stunned for a moment, then put down the wand in her hand and took the other one he handed her.

I don’t know whether it was due to the different waving posture or other reasons, 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 full of power."

His choice this time seemed completely opposite to the previous two, 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, Harry, you look at me, I look at you, they don’t know what happened. Seeing Mr. Ollivander’s silence, they wisely stayed where they were and tried not to disturb his thinking.

.

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, except for Mr. Ollivander, I am afraid that I can’t find him in the entire Diagon Alley.

The second person with an in-depth knowledge 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 the 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 give it a try."

Seeing that everyone didn't care about the consequences, Maka naturally lost her psychological burden, and immediately picked up the wand and waved it one by one. For a moment, light, smoke, wand boxes and even shelves were all rushing through the store with the wand in Maka's hand.

The whole Ollivander's wand shop was thrown into chaos.

"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?"

Even Ollivander couldn't figure it out, so Maka was naturally confused. In the end, under Mr. Ollivander's reluctant gaze, Maka chose the wand that had made the most noise just now.

Then he, Hagrid and Harry left the wand shop, which had almost become a garbage dump.

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 Crucible Shop. 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 already close to noon, and there were even more people in Diagon Alley than in the morning, making it almost suffocating.

"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, causing great harm to him.

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 when she heard the name. 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 moving forward, although Ron had helped him

Lifted a lot.

"Maka, give me some, and I'll pick some up for you," said Mrs. Weasley.

"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 will definitely 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 in the Weasley family, but she ended up staying at the Hideout for a few days.

It wasn't until the next month that he finally left there and rented a room above the Leaky Cauldron where he stayed until the start of Hogwarts.

During this period, Maka devoted all his time to previewing magic textbooks. He found that he was quite interested in these interesting knowledge, although until the end he still felt that the book "Magic Theory"

The content is a bit specious.

"...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, in addition to the boring magic knowledge, a small episode actually happened. Of course, from my perspective, this is not suitable to talk about now, because today is the last day of August.

One day, tomorrow is September 1st - Hogwarts is about to start!