"Bang!"

Harry Potter's process of buying wands took a long time. He didn't find a suitable one until the tried wands were piled into a hill on the bench. In the middle, Harry even broke a light vase because the wand was out of control.

Marca looked at the stars on the tip of Harry's wand, which was as bright as fireworks, and the beating spots were reflected on the wall.

Hagrid clapped and cheered, and Mr. Ollivander shouted, "Oh, great! Oh, really, great. Oh, oh, oh... It's wonderful, it's wonderful..."

He put Harry's wand in a box, wrapped it in a brown oil paper, and kept saying "wonderful".

"I'm sorry," said Harry. "What makes you wonder?"

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

"I remember every wand I sold, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. In fact, one of the two tail feathers of the same Phoenix made this 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 left you that scar."

Harry gasped.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches long, yew. It's amazing how such a thing can happen. Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard! I think you'll make a great career, Mr. Potter... Anyway, the mysterious man I can't nominate did great things - terrible, but still great."

Harriton felt creepy. He was not sure whether he liked Mr. Ollivander, but he paid seven gold Garon to buy the wand, which seemed to have a deep relationship with him.

"Yes, all right," Ollivander nodded, looking at Marca with his sharp eyes. "Mr. McLean, it's your turn now. Please come up and let me see."

"I always use my right hand." Maka has seen the process once and immediately cooperated with Ollivander to start the measurement.

The tape measure automatically pulled open and floated onto Maka's body, from shoulder to fingertip, from wrist to elbow, from shoulder to floor, from knee to armpit, and finally measured her head circumference.

Even after reading it, Maka still doesn't know what these measurement steps do.

The tape measure was right here, and Ollivander continued to say, "yes, yes, as I said just now, every Ollivander wand is unique. If you use another wizard's wand, the effect will be reduced! Always remember - it's the wand that chooses the wizard."

Finally, 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.

"Well," Ollivander said, and the tape fell to the ground and rolled up. "Then, Mr. McClane, try this one! It's made of maple and dragon's ear nerve. It's ten inches long, sensitive, slender and powerful. Wave it."

Maka took it and waved it. The soft red light flashed on the head of the staff.

"Oh! Yes, I didn't expect it to be so smooth..." Ollivander said and suddenly stopped. "Wait, try this one. Boxwood, unicorn hair, nine and three-quarters inches, equally sensitive but more firm."

Makaron gave a moment, then put down his wand and took another one he handed over.

I don't know whether the waving posture is different or for other reasons. This time, a little golden light appeared on the head of the staff, and a trace of sacred breath spread.

"What, what's going on?" Ollivander seemed to see something incredible. His sharp eyes were full of doubts. "Why don't you try this one again?"

He pulled out a box from the shelf behind him, "rosewood, the heart key of the dragon, 14 and a quarter inches long, hard, powerful and powerful."

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

Maka took the slightly purplish red wand and waved it again. A fire red light suddenly flew out of the tip of the wand, overturning the whole shelf behind Ollivander on the ground and making a violent roar.

The four people present were startled, but Ollivander fell into meditation again after the shock.

Marca and Hagrid, Harry, look at me, I look at you, I don't know what happened. Seeing Mr. Ollivander's silence, they all wisely stayed where they were and tried not to disturb his thinking.

In the magic world, wand science is always a very complex research discipline, and few can make wands. At the moment, except Mr. Ollivander, I'm afraid I can't find the second person who has a deep understanding of wand science all over Diagon Alley.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand," Ollivander suddenly raised his head and shouted to Marca. "Pick up and wave each wand on the bench, come on!"

Marca looked at the wand Harry had tried and put there, and looked back at the shelf behind Ollivander.

"But, sir, that shelf..."

"It doesn't matter. It's okay. Don't worry about that. Wave it quickly."

Seeing that people didn't care about the consequences, Maka naturally had no psychological burden, so she picked up her wand and waved it one by one. For a time, the light, smoke, wand box and even shelves rushed around the store with the wand in Marca's hand, making the whole Ollivander wand store a mess.

"All right, all right." Ollivander quickly called humaka to stop, and then looked at his hand, with a puzzled look. "I don't understand. It doesn't make sense. Every wand is perfectly adapted? How is it possible?"

Marca is naturally confused about things that even Ollivander can't think of. Finally, in Mr. Ollivander's reluctant eyes, Marca chose the most moving wand just now, and left the wand shop that had almost become a garbage dump with Hagrid and Harry.

From Ollivander, the three checked the list together and bought everything one by one. When they came to the end of the road, Maka looked at the Patech crucible store and remembered something.

"Oh, no! Mrs. Weasley and I have an appointment to meet at the crucible shop. That's terrible."

"Mrs. Weasley?" Hagrid looked at the crucible shop. "Don't worry, I saw her. You haven't missed it."

Maka looked at Hagrid and said "God, you are so tall" again in her heart. Then she said goodbye to them, and then squeezed in the direction of the crucible shop.

It's almost noon. There are more people in Diagon Lane than in the morning. It's a little breathless.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley..."

Marca managed to get close to Mrs. Weasley and Ron, and was interrupted before she finished.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you had gone back!" Mrs. Weasley didn't seem angry. Instead, she apologized first. "Ron's mouse drilled into the hole in the garden and was chased by the goblins, which made us late..."

Ron took the words with a bitter face and said, "then my mother scolded me again and said I didn't take good care of spots, but you know..."

"Come on! It's obviously your problem. Don't make excuses!" Weasley shouted angrily.

When Maka saw that Mrs. Weasley seemed to start lecturing again, she had to pull aside the topic. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I don't think it's anything. In fact, I met Hagrid when I went to gringott to get the money. Oh, and Harry Potter."

When Mrs. Weasley heard the name, she immediately came to God. Of course, Maka had expected it.

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 forward, although Ron had helped him carry a lot.

"Marca, give me some and I'll help you with some," said Mrs. Weasley.

"No, it's absolutely not. How can a lady carry something?" Marca insisted.

Mrs. Weasley was so happy that she grabbed the owl cage in Marca's hand and smiled, "Oh! Little Marca, you can really talk. I'm sure you can charm a large number of girls in the future."

Real unmarried young women are much harder to coax than you, Marca muttered in her heart.

It was mid July, and the weather in Britain was as mild as ever, but it was always cloudy and sunny, which still made people feel powerless.

To tell the truth, Maka didn't want to live in Weasley, but she finally lived in the humble house for a few days.

Until next month, he finally left there and rented a room above the Leaky Cauldron bar until the opening date of Hogwarts.

During this time, Maka devoted all her time to the preview of magic textbooks. He found that he was quite interested in these interesting knowledge, although he still felt that the content of the Book Magic theory was a little specious until the end.

"... so how did this formula come from?" Marca said angrily, staring at a magic formula in the book.

In the process of reading and memorizing, he found that many key magic theories in this book have an obvious feature, that is, the author never explains the source of his formula, which is really a heartbreaking discovery for Maka.

"Know it but don't know why, is the magic theory actually the experience accumulation of every generation of wizards since ancient times?" he groaned with fatigue on his face.

However, in the last month, in addition to the boring magic knowledge, there was a small episode. Of course, let me see, this is not suitable for now, because today is the last day of August and tomorrow is September 1 - Hogwarts is about to start school!