บท 5: Chapter 5 : Ollivanders
"What's that? It looks like a coin," Maca said, playing with the objects in his hand, while secretly recalling the mysterious blue light he had just seen. Temporarily putting aside his intention to leave, he grabbed a piece of broken wood from another large basket nearby, feigning curiosity.
After listening to the short wizard's paradoxical explanation, Maca asked the price with amusement. "Ten gallons! It must be ten gallons. It's worth the price. You see how rare it is," insisted the short wizard, eyes flickering.
Interrupting the enthusiastic explanation, Maca waved his hand and said, "Three gallons; as far as I know, it is only three." Maca's tone was firm as if he knew the true value of the so-called "Haierbo coffin."
"No! This is impossible! At least eight gallons! You must know that the prestigious black wizard, the despicable Haierbo, buried himself in," the short wizard began, but Maca interrupted again, "Four Golden Gallons! No more!"
With a mock display of anger, Maca roared and pulled something from the shelf's gap with a random movement. "OK! Add this: two together, eight gold gallons! Otherwise, I won't have it!"
Taking eight gallons from the nearby counter, Maca stared wide-eyed at the short wizard. The short wizard fell silent, looking down at the contents of Maca's hands and the eight gallons on the counter with a grievous expression.
The item in Maca's hand turned out to be a very old-looking coin, heavy in the palm but seemingly unremarkable. "Okay, okay, just as I gave you, to pay for eight gallons," the short wizard muttered helplessly, taking the coins and placing them in the locked drawer.
On the street, Maca was in a good mood, playing with the old coins and feeling proud. Even in this dark and narrow corner of Diagon Alley, he felt like he had opened a new path. However, he didn't get a chance to explore the Museum; the short wizard was also wearing a proud smile.
"Arrogance is the most precious wealth of mankind, and it can benefit," the short wizard said with an intoxicated expression, patting the drawer of money, and creating the rattling sound of gold coins.
However, Maca realized that the old coin in his hand was likely enchanted by the dwarf and was nothing more than a dirty cast-iron coin. Putting aside the trickery, Maca was satisfied, and as he walked along, he wondered about his next move.
At the fork in the road, he noticed a tall figure in the crowd walking out of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank. "Hagrid, the half-blood giant?" Maca whispered to himself and headed in that direction.
Pushing through the crowd, he spotted the familiar figure beside Hagrid. "Oh! Excuse me, are you the famous Mr. Harry Potter?" Maca deliberately looked up and down at the boy before him.
Before Harry could respond, the people around them erupted with excitement. "Oh my god, it's Harry Potter!" "Really? Oh-!" "Oh my God! I feel like I'm dreaming!" The crowd surged forward as if they had spotted a rare magical creature.
Maca looked around, and ran up Harry's sleeves, signaling Hagrid to keep up. After they both entered a nearby shop, Maca and Harry finally found some relief.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't expect them to be like this," Maca apologized, embarrassed.
"It's okay," Harry replied, looking at Maca, who was his age. "But why is this? This is the second time, and I seem to be famous."
Maca glanced at Hagrid, and he seemed to nod in agreement. "Hmm... I'm sorry, but it doesn't seem like I should explain it to you," Maca scratched his head, avoiding elaboration.
Just as Harry attempted to question Hagrid, the half-giant himself joined them. "Okay, now that we are here, we might as well buy a wand first!" Hagrid suggested cheerfully. "Come with me! Uh..."
"Maca, Maca McLean," Maca introduced herself with a nod.
"Oh, yes, Mr. McLean," Hagrid acknowledged.
"No, I mean, just call me Maca," he added.
"Maca it is, then," Hagrid agreed, and Maca suddenly patted Hagrid on the back, trying to ease the tension. "I was in the Gringotts Wizarding Bank just now, and a goblin said to me."
"Hahaha! You are not much older than a goblin at this age," Hagrid chuckled, realizing that Maca was lightening the mood.
Harry, standing aside, observed the two of them, feeling a bit perplexed. He couldn't understand their conversation, but the atmosphere seemed strange.
"Well, let's go! Let's go to Ollivander's, where you will be able to buy the best wand."
The three of them headed to a small, shabby store with a peeled-off gold signboard reading: "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C." In the dusty window, a faded purple cushion lay with a single wand.
Upon entering the store, a bell rang, and an old man with very light eyes greeted them. "Good morning," he said softly.
Hagrid sat on a bench, Harry felt a strange sensation, and Maca sensed a mysterious magic in the air. The old man, Mr. Olivander, approached Harry, examining his eyes and recalling his parents' wands.
Finally, Mr. Olivander turned his attention to Maca. "Oh, this is a new face. Hello, boy. What's your name?"
"Maca McLean," she replied.
"Okay, Mr. McLean. Then, two gentlemen, who goes first?" Mr. Olivander asked, pulling out a long tape measure with silver scales. Maca gestured for Harry to go first.
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