Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"What is that? It seems like a coin..."

Marx, while playing with the objects in his hand, secretly recalled the secret blue light he had just seen. He temporarily pressed the plan he had just wanted to leave, and pulled out a broken piece of wood from another large basket next to him.

He pretended to be curious to ask, after listening to the plausible explanation of the short wizard, he asked for a price.

"Ten Gold Galleon! This must have ten gold galleons, it's worth the price, how rare you are..."

Marx saw him continue to flicker, had to wave his hand to interrupt the other party's speech, and paid a price, "three gold Galleon, as far as I know, it only worth three."

Marx's tone is very firm, as if he clearly knows the true value of this so-called "Herpo eucalyptus".

"No! This is impossible! At least eight gold Galleons! You have to know that the famous dark wizard of the year, Herpo the Foul, buried himself..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Marx interrupted again. "Four gold Galleon! No more!"

Just as the short wizard stopped talking, Marx pretended to snorted angrily, using a very random movement to pick up something from the gap in the shelf, and then loudly said: "Oh! Plus this, two Eight gold Galleons together! Otherwise I won't want it!"

Marx took eight gold Galleons on the counter not far away, then stared wide-eyed staring at the short wizard.

The other party suddenly disappeared. He looked down at Marx's palm and looked at the eight gold Galleons on the counter.

This is a seemingly old coin that is heavy in the palm of your hand, but it seems that there is nothing special about it.

"Okay, okay, when I send you, I will honor eight gold Galleons." He whispered helplessly, and received the coins on the counter in the locked drawer...

Marx is in a good mood on the street. He played with the old coins in his hand, and his heart was elated, and it seemed that even this dark path became bright.

Of course, he didn't have a chance to see the same smug smile in the Mero's Junk Shop.

"The arrogance is the most precious wealth of mankind, it can make Mero benefit." The short wizard stunned and patted the drawer of the money, and made a burst of hua la la's gold coin.

The old coin in Marx's hand is naturally the magic of this dwarf. In fact, it is a dirty iron coin.

And don't mention the little trick of swindler first. On the other hand, the satisfied Marx should be almost the same, so he walked along the way.

"what?"

Marx walked to the fork in the road and saw a tall silhouette in the crowd at a glance, coming out of the gate of Gringotts.

“half-giant Hagrid?” Marx whispered and walked over there.

When he got through the crowd, he immediately found the little silhouette around Hagrid.

"Hey! Is that the famous one... Harry Mr Potter?" Marx deliberately looked up and down the boy, and this was started talking.

The boy has not had time to respond, but the people around him have already come together.

"Oh! My God, Harry Potter!"

"Really? Oh-!"

"Hey! I feel like I am dreaming!"

The crowd immediately talked about it, and several of them were still dying to join in, just like what rare magic creatures were seen.

Marx looked around, Limara ran up with Harry's sleeves, and greeted Hagrid to catch up. Marx and Harry were relaxed after they all got into the junk shop.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't expect them to be like this." Marx said with a look of embarrassment.

"Oh, it's nothing," Harry looked at Marx, his age, and shook his head. "But why is this? This is the second time, I seem to be famous?"

Marx glanced at Hagrid and seemed to have nodded if he had realized it.

"Well... I am sorry, but it seems that I should not explain it to you." Marx scratched his head, although he was too lazy to elaborate.

Just as Harry tried to ask, Hagrid had already come together.

"Okay, now that we are here, let's go buy the root wand first!" Hagrid patted Marx's shoulder and said with pleasure, "You come together! Hehe..."

"Marx, Marx · McLorne." Marx nodded.

"Oh, yes, Mr. McLorne." Hagrid followed the nodded.

"No, I mean, just call me Marx."

Marx said, suddenly he put his hand on Hagrid's ass. He immediately noticed this and his heart was awkward.

"Scorpio, you are really tall!" In order to ease the embarrassment, Marx deliberately pinched the scorpion.

Hagrid hearing this was laughed, but did not say anything.

Marx reacted and it was estimated that Hagrid would still care about his bloodline. Of course, according to Hagrid's character, his mind is that the children think of him, not his own bloodline itself.

When Marx saw it, he immediately reached back and ignored his ass or shoulders. He smiled easily: "In Grotingotts, there was a Goblin who said this to me."

"hahaha! You are not much older than Goblin." Hagrid is not stupid, and he obviously realized that Marx was actively easing the atmosphere.

Standing on one side, Harry looked at the two people in front of him. It was a bit puzzling. He couldn't figure out what the two were saying, but the atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Okay, let's go! Let's go to the opposite Ollivander, where you will be able to buy the best wand."

Yes, wand - this is what Marx and Harry have dreamed of.

This is a small store that looks worn and worn. The gold sign on the door has been peeled off. It reads: "Ollivander: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC."

In the dusty window, a wand is placed alone on the faded purple cushion.

When they entered the store, there was a ringing ding ding dang dang from the back of the store. The store is small, except for a bench, nothing else.

Hagrid sat on the bench and Harry on the side had a strange feeling, as if he were in a well-managed library.

He pressed the many questions that had just been generated in his mind and began to look at the thousands of long and narrow cartons that almost reached the ceiling. I don't know why, he suddenly felt a hairy hair. The dust and silence here seem to make people feel the mysterious magic.

"Good morning." A soft voice said, scaring Harry.

Hagrid, who was sitting, seemed to be scared too, because suddenly there was a loud ka-cha ka-cha sound, and he quickly got up from the bench.

An old man stood in front of them, his big, light-colored eyes were bright in the dim shop like two shiny moons.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Marx greeted him with courtesy.

Harry looked a bit cautious, but he followed Marx and said "hello."

"Oh, yes," said the old man. "Yes, yes. I know I will see you soon, Harry Potter. This is not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother. She came here that year. I bought her first wand, which is just like yesterday. Ten and a quarter of an inch long, made by Willow Branch, is a good wand that is good for use spell."

Mr. Ollivander walked over to Harry, Harry wished he could blink his eyes, and his silver white eyes made Harry erect.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wand. Eleven inches long, flexible and stronger. It is best for transfiguration. I said that your father likes it - actually, of course, wand is choosing Its a wizard!

Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to pay attention to Marx. He was getting closer and closer to Harry, and his nose was stuck on Harry's face. Harry could even see the shadow of his old man's filthy eyes.

"Oh, this is..." Mr. Ollivander stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his long fingers.

"I'm sorry, this is a wand I sold." He said softly, "Thirteen inches and a half. Yew. Power is strong, strong, but it falls into the hands of the bad guys... If you know that this wand is made, you will do something like this..."

Mr. Ollivander was lightly sighed, but looked up and looked behind towards Harry. He seemed to recognize Hagrid, which made Harry finally relaxed.

"Rubeus!Rubeus Hagrid! I saw you again, it’s so happy... oak, sixteen inches long, a bit bent, right?"

“Yes, sir,” Hagrid said.

"That's a good wand. But I think, when they fired you, would they be killed by them?" Mr. Ollivander said, suddenly became serious.

"Ah, yes, it was their death, yes." Hagrid slowly moved and said, "I still have it left."

"Can you not use it?" Mr. Ollivander hurriedly asked.

"Oh, no, sir." Hagrid replied, and Harry noticed Hagrid clinging to the pink umbrella in his answer.

Of course, Marx didn't bother to care about Hagrid's little broken umbrella, because Ollivander finally put his gaze on him.

"Oh, this is a new face. Hello, child." Ollivander's interest in Marx doesn't seem to be as strong as Harry, which is clearly what it should be. Marx has no bizarre life experience to let others know him. ,"What is your name?"

“Marx · McLorne,” Marx replied.

"Oh, okay, Mr. McLorne." Mr. Ollivander said, sweeping the two with a sharp gaze. "So, gentlemen, who are you first?"

He took a long tape measure with a silver scale on his pocket, with a trace of seriousness on his face, and Marx patted Harry's back to signal him to go first.