Chapitre 6: Chapter 6 : Wand
"Boom!"
Harry Potter's wand-purchasing journey turned into a lengthy affair. It wasn't until a pile of tried wands had accumulated on a bench that he found a suitable one. In the midst of the process, Harry accidentally broke a light and a vase due to the wand's uncontrollable magic.
Maca observed the spectacle as the star on Harry's wand, in the wand, shone like a firework, casting a flickering light spot on the wall. Hagrid clapped his hands and applauded, while Mr. Olivander shouted, "Oh, great! Oh, that's great. Whoops, whoops, whoops... it's amazing, it's amazing." He carefully packed Harry's wand in a box, wrapped it in a piece of brown, oily paper, and kept saying "wonderful."
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "What makes you wonder?" Mr. Olivander stared at Harry with his pale, colorless eyes.
"I remember every wand I sold, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. It is two tail feathers of the same phoenix; one made this wand, and the other made another wand," Olivander paused and continued, "You are destined to use this wand, and its brother... heh, it is the brother who has given you the scar."
Harry took a breath.
"Yes, thirteen inches and a half long. How can such a thing happen? It is amazing. Remember, it is the magic wand choosing a wizard! I think you will accomplish a great cause, Mr. Potter. Anyway, the mysterious man did the big thing—though terrible, it was a big thing."
Hagrid felt uneasy. He wasn't sure if he liked Mr. Olivander, but he paid seven Galleons to buy the wand that seemed to have deep roots in him. "Yes, all right," Olivander nodded, looking at Maca with his sharp eyes. "Mr. McLean, it's your turn; please come and let me see."
"I'm used to my right hand," Maca said, having already observed the process. he immediately began to take measurements with Olivander. The tape measure automatically pulled away and floated on Maca's body, measuring various dimensions.
Even though Maca had seen it before, he couldn't figure out the purpose of these measurements. The tape measure ended up on the ground, and Olivander continued, "Yes, yes, as I said before, every Olivander wand is unique. If you use another wizard's wand, the effect is discounted! Always keep in mind that it is the wand that is choosing the wizard."
When the tape measure floated in front of Maca and measured the distance between her nostrils, she felt it was a silly scene. "Okay," Olivander's voice didn't fall, and the tape measure slipped to the ground. "So, Mr. McLean, try this one! Maple and dragon ear nerves. Ten inches long, sensitive, slender, and powerful. Give it a try."
Maca took the wand and waved it gently; a soft red light flashed on the staff's head. "Oh! Yes, I didn't think it would go so smoothly," Olivander said suddenly and stopped. "Wait, try this one. Boxwood, unicorn hair, nine and three-quarters of an inch, sensitive but more determined."
Maca hesitated, then lowered the wand in his hand to take another one. This time, a little golden light appeared, and a sacred breath spread out. "What happened?" Olivander seemed to see something incredible, and his sharp eyes were full of doubts. "Or else, try this one again?"
He took another box from the shelf behind him: "Rosewood, a dragon's heart cord, fourteen and a quarter inches long, hard, strong, and powerful." Maca took the slightly purple-red wand and waved it again. A fiery red light flew from the tip of the wand, overturning the shelf behind Olivander and causing him to roar.
The four present were shocked, but Olivander lost his thoughts again after being frightened. Maca, Hagrid, and Harry exchanged puzzled glances, wisely refraining from disturbing his thinking.
In the magical world, science is always a very complex research, and few can make wands. At this moment, except for Mr. Olivander, finding someone with thorough knowledge of magic wands throughout Diagon Alley seemed impossible.
"I don't understand; I don't understand," Olivander suddenly raised his head again and yelled at Maca, "Each of the wands on the bench is picked up and waved fast!"
Maca looked at the wand that Harry had put there after trying it before and glanced back at the shelf behind Olivander. "But sir, that shelf..."
"It's okay, it's okay; leave it alone; just wave it." Seeing that everyone was not concerned about the consequences, Maca picked up his wand and waved them one by one. For a moment, light, smoke, wand boxes, and even shelves ran into the store with the wand in Maca's hand, creating chaos in the entire Ollivander Wand Store.
"Okay, okay." Olivander hurriedly asked Maca to stop, then looked at his hand. His doubtful expression revealed, "I don't understand; it doesn't make sense at all. Every wand fits perfectly. What's this?"
Even Oliver couldn't figure it out; Maca was naturally confused. In the end, in Mr. Olivander's reluctant eyes, Maca chose the wand that had caused the biggest commotion and left with Hagrid and Harry. The wand shop had almost turned into a dumping ground.
Exiting Olivander's, the three checked their list and bought everything. When they reached the end of the road, Maca remembered the Crucible Store.
"Oh, no! I had an appointment with Mrs. Weasley at the Crucible Shop."
"Mrs. Weasley?" Hagrid heard and looked into the crucible shop. "Don't worry, I saw her. You haven't missed it yet."
Maca looked at Hagrid and said, "God, you are so tall," again in his heart, and then spoke to them before squeezing in the direction of the crucible shop. It was almost noon, and Diagon Alley was more crowded than in the morning, making it a bit breathless.
"Mrs. Weasley, hello..."
Maca managed to reach Mrs. Weasley but Ron interrupted before he could finish speaking.
"Oh, I'm so sorry; I thought you were back!" Mrs. Weasley didn't seem angry, but she started to apologize. "Ron's rat got into the garden hole and was chased by the goblin. We came late."
"Okay! This is your problem. Don't make excuses!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed angrily.
When Maca saw that Mrs. Weasley was about to start her preaching again, he had to intervene. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I don't think that's okay. I met Hagrid when I went to Gringotts to withdraw money. Oh, and Harry Potter."
Mrs. Weasley immediately came to attention upon hearing the name; of course, Maca had expected it.
After buying the crucible, Maca's shopping journey 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 a lot.
"Maca, just give me something, and I'll carry it for you," said Mrs. Weasley.
"No, this is not good; how can a lady carry things?" Maca insisted. This statement made Mrs. Weasley very happy. She snatched the owl cage from Maca's hand and had a smile on her face.
"Oh! Little Maca, you can speak. I'm sure you will fascinate a lot of girls in the future."
The young girls are harder to coax than you, Maca muttered in her heart.
By mid-July, the weather in Britain was as mild as ever, but it was consistently cloudy and sunny, giving a sense of weakness. To be honest, Maca didn't want to live in the Weasley's house but ended up staying there for a few days.
Until next month, he finally left, rented a room upstairs at the Broken Cauldron Bar, and stayed there until Hogwarts's school start date. During this time, Maca devoted himself to previewing magic textbooks. he found that he was quite interested in this intriguing knowledge, although he still felt that the content of the book "Theory of Magic" was somewhat paradoxical.
"So, how did this formula come about?" Maca said anxiously, staring at a magic formula in the book. In the process of reading and memorizing, he found that many of the key magic theories in this book had an obvious feature: the author never explained the source of their formulas, which was heartbreaking.
"Knowing it but not knowing why, is magic theory the accumulation of the experience of every generation of wizards since ancient times?" he moaned in frustration.
However, in the last month or so, in addition to the mundane magic knowledge, a small episode occurred. Of course, it was not suitable to mention it now because today is the last day of August, and tomorrow is September 1. Hogwarts is about to start school!
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