Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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Harry Potter's purchase of wand took a long time, until the tried wand piled up on a bench in the hill, which found a suitable one. In the middle, Harry even broke a light-colored vase because wand was out of control.

Marx looked at the star of the wand in Harry's hand at the moment, staring at Venus, as bright as fireworks, with a beating flare on the wall.

Hagrid applauded, and Mr. Ollivander shouted loudly: "Oh, great! Oh, really, great. Aiya, Aiya, Aiya... It's amazing, it's amazing..."

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

“I'm sorry,” Harry said. “Where is it that makes you feel wonderful?”

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

"Every wand I sell, I remember, Mr Potter. Every wand I remember. In fact, this is the same tail feather of the same Phoenix, one made this wand, the other tail feather Made another one wand."

Ollivander paused, and continued: "You are destined to use this wand, and its brother... cough, it is its brother who gave you the scar."

Harry took a deep breath.

"Yes, 13 inches and a half, yew. How come this is so wonderful. Remember, it is wand to choose the wizard! I think, you will achieve a major event industry, Mr Potter... no matter How to say, I can't nominate the one you know who did the major event - despite terrifying, it is still a major event."

Harry was horrified. He was not sure if he liked Mr. Ollivander, but he still paid seven gold Galleons to buy this wand that seemed to be deeply rooted in him.

"Yes, well," Ollivander ordered nodded, using his sharp eyes to look towards Marx. "Mr. MrLorne, it's up to you now, please come forward and let me know."

“I used the right hand.” Marx has seen the process once and started measuring with Ollivander.

The tape measure is automatically pulled out and floats on Marx's body, from the shoulder to the fingertips, from the wrist to the elbow, the shoulder to the floor, the knee to the armpit, and finally the circumference of the head.

Even if I have seen it again, Marx still can't figure out what these measurement steps really do.

The tape measure is on the side, and Ollivander continues to recite: "Yes, yes, just said, every Ollivander wand is unique and unmatched. If you use the other wand of the wizard, the effect will definitely be discounted! Always remember - it's the wand chooses the wizard."

Finally, when the tape measure floated in front of Marx and gave him the distance between the nostrils, he felt that he had not experienced such a stupid scene for a long time.

"Okay," Ollivander's voice did not fall, and the tape fell to the ground and rolled into a ball. "So, Mr. McLorne, try this one! Maple and dragon's ear nerves do. Ten inches long, sensitive, slender, no Lost powerful. Try it with a wave."

Marx took it and waved it, and the soft red light flashed on the stick.

"Oh! Yes, I can't think of it so well..." Ollivander said and suddenly stopped. "Wait, try this. poplar, unicorn hair, 9 and a 1/3 inches are equally sensitive but more determined." ""

Marx stunned and put down the wand in his hand to pick up another one he had handed over.

I don't know if it's a different posture for waving or something else. This time, a little golden glow shines on the head of the stick, and there is a sacred breath spread out.

"How, how is it?" Ollivander is like seeing something incredible. Sharp eyes are full of doubts. "Or, try this one again?"

He pulled a box from the shelf behind him, "rosewood, the heart of the dragon, 14.1 inches long, hard, powerful, and formidable power."

His choice this time seems to be the opposite of the two just now, which makes Marx feel more confused.

Marx took the slightly-redd-wand wand and waved again. A fire red rays of light flew out from the tip, knocking the entire back of the Ollivander's shelf to the ground, making a loud roar.

The four people present were shocked, but after Ollivander was scared, they fell into meditation again.

Marx and Hagrid, Harry, look at me, I look at you, I don't know what happened. See Mr. Ollivander's silence, they all wisely stay where they are, and try not to bother him.

In magic circle, wand learning is always an extremely complex research discipline, and it is rare to be able to make wand. At this moment, except for Mr. Ollivander, I am afraid that the entire Diagon Alley will not find a second person who has a deep understanding of wand.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand," Ollivander suddenly raised his head and turned to Marx loudly said, "The bunch of wand on the bench, each pick up and wave, fast!"

Marx looked at the wand who had been there before Harry tried it, and looked back at the shelves behind Ollivander.

"But, sir, that shelf..."

"It doesn't matter, it's okay, don't worry about that, just wave it."

Seeing that people don't care about the consequences, Marx naturally has no psychological burden, and then picks up wand and swings. For a time, rays of light, smoke, wand boxes and even shelves ran rampant in the store with Marx's wand, messing up the entire Ollivander wand shop.

"Okay, OK." Ollivander hurriedly called Marx stopped, then looked at his hand, and the doubtful expression revealed. "I don't understand, this doesn't make sense. Every wand fits perfectly? How is this possible?"

Even the things that Olivander can't figure out, Marx is naturally foggy. Eventually, in Mr. Ollivander's reluctant gaze, Marx chose a quietly famous wand that had just been smashed, and left Hagrid and Harry to leave the wand shop, which had almost become a junkyard.

From the Ollivander, the three men checked the list together and bought everything. At the end of the road, Marx looked at Potage's Cauldron Shop and remembered something.

"Oh, no! I made an appointment with Mrs. Weasley at the cauldron store, which is bad."

“Mrs. Weasley?” Hagrid hearing this look into the cauldron store. “Don’t worry, I saw her, you haven’t missed it yet.”

Marx looked at Hagrid and said it again in his heart, "Scorpio, you are really high." This is how they talked to them. They even squeezed in the direction of the cauldron store.

Time is near noon, and Diagon Alley has more people than in the morning, which is a bit bleak.

"Mrs. Weasley, hello..."

Marx managed to get to Mrs. Weasley and Ron, and was interrupted before he finished.

"Oh, I am embarrassed, I thought you have already gone back!" Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to be angry. Instead, he starteded and apologized. "Ron's rat got into the hole in the garden and was chased by Pukwudgie. It’s late...”

Ron took a bitter look and said: "Then my mother trained me to stop, saying that I didn't take care of Scabbers, but you know..."

"Okay! This is obviously your problem, don't make excuses!" Mrs. Weasley gas shouted.

Marx sees Mrs. Weasley seems to be starting to talk again, and has to open the subject. "Hey, Mrs. Weasley, I don't think it's okay. In fact, I met Hagrid when I went to Gringotts to withdraw money, hey, and Harry. Potter."

Mrs. Weasley heard the name immediately and came to God. Of course, Marx had expected this.

After buying cauldron here, Marx's shopping trip finally came to a close. To be honest, he was a little tired, but he still had to carry a lot of things and continue to move forward, although Ron has helped him a lot.

"Marx, give me some more, I will also help you with some," said Mrs. Weasley.

"No, this is absolutely not good, how can I let the ladies mention things!" Marx insisted.

This sentence says Mrs. Weasley is very happy. She grabbed the owl cage in Marx's hand and her face was full of smiles. "Aiya! Little Marx, you can really talk. I am sure that you will be fascinated in the future." Pour a large female child."

Real unmarried young women are much harder than you, and Marx is whispered in the heart.

In mid-July, the weather in Britain is as gentle as ever, but it is always a cloudy sky, and it still gives people a sense of distraction.

To be honest, Marx didn't want to live in the Weasley Family, but ended up living in The Burrow for a few days.

Until next month, he finally left, renting a room upstairs in Leaky Cauldron and staying until the date of Hogwarts school.

During this time, Marx devoted his time to the preview of the magic textbook. He found himself quite interested in these interesting knowledge, although he still felt that the contents of the book "Magical Theory" were a bit plausible.

"...So, how did this formula come from?" Marx stared at a magic formula in the book, a little annoyed.

In the process of reading and remembering, he found that many of the key Magical Theory in this book have an obvious feature, that is, the author never explains the source of the formula, which is really a heartbreaking discovery of Marx. .

"Knowing it, but I don't know why. Is Magical Theory actually the accumulation of experience of each generation of wizards?" He gave a painful embarrassment with a tired face.

However, in the last month or so, in addition to the boring magic knowledge, there was actually a small episode. Of course, let me see, this is not suitable for now, because today is the last day of August, tomorrow is 9 month 1 day - Hogwarts is about to start school!