MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-~ one

"Six gold Galleons? Why don't you go grab it?!"

The complaint that got into his ear made Harry stunned and hesitated a little, but he continued his previous actions and pushed open the door of this Ollivander wand shop.

"Ding ding ding~"

The door was enchanted, or some device made a noise, but it didn't matter, what mattered was that the wand shop suddenly went quiet.

Harry was a little nervous, he subconsciously turned his head and looked behind, but he didn't see anything. He then remembered that Hagrid just dropped him off at the door of the shop and left to buy Harry a birthday present.

The wand shop is not big, or because the room is crowded with shelves, the originally spacious room has to be reduced. As a result, Harry could easily see what was in the room, such as the pile of empty boxes in the corner, the beautiful feathers on the table that he had never seen before, the neatly arranged wood... The two looking at him.

An old man with messy hair and rare silver eyes, like two moons in a dim room, he should be the owner of this wand shop.

The other, um, a boy, looks about the same size as Harry, with blond hair like winter straw, a little messy, but looks like it should feel good...

"Uh……"

Harry didn't know what to say, to say hello or to nod? If you want to speak, what should you say? good morning? No, it's already afternoon...

"Listen, I only have five Galleons and two silver siko!"

Thankfully, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, because after the boy spoke, their attention was diverted back to their unfinished argument.

"Clap~"

The boy took out a handful of coins from his pocket and slapped it heavily on the table. He might have used a little more force, and a slender vase shook and almost fell.

Five golden galleons, two silver sicos, a total of seven coins.

"This is all my money!"

The boy emphasized the word "all," a slender wand in his hand, and on the table next to it was an empty, historic-looking box with velvet that seemed older than the box.

The old man blinked, his expression looked serious, even a little stern, but Harry seemed to see a little hidden smile, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. After all, his glasses were already worn out and might affect his vision.

"Hey, little one, lying is not what a good boy should do."

The old man lowered his head a little, and his gaze fell on the boy's other hand, where a golden Galleon was lying quietly in the boy's hand.

"Look, you still have a Galleon, don't you?"

There were five galleons and two silver sikos on the table, and one galleon in the boy's hand, which added up to enough to buy a wand and have a surplus.

"No! This is my lucky coin!"

Staring at the old man vigilantly, the boy clenched the Golden Galleon in his hand and said angrily, "Besides, this is just an old wand, how could it be worth six Golden Galleons!"

Harry adjusted his glasses, trying hard to see the wand. However, in his opinion, this wand seems to be no different from other wands. The jet-black and shiny wand body has no flaws at all, just like black jade, soft and gentle.

"Is this an old wand?" the old man repeated, then he shook his head and said seriously and sincerely to the boy holding the wand: "Then, can you tell me why you want this old wand? Wand? As a professional, I can tell you this wand is not for you."

"I just love this wand!"

"Well, little one, I'm glad you can say that, and this wand must be glad too."

The old man smiled and stretched out his hand to get the wand back, but the boy took a cautious step back and avoided it.

"However, there is something special about this wand. It already has an owner."

"Where is its owner?"

The old man scratched his head, and after thinking for a long time, he said with some distress: "Sorry, I can't remember who he is, but he does have a master."

"Where is its owner?"

The boy kept asking, and without waiting for the old man to answer, he continued: "A man can have many wands, but a wand can only have one owner. That man abandoned his wand and let it lie alone. Here, he is not a qualified master, is he?"

The smile on the old man's face disappeared. He looked at the boy in front of him in surprise, and he had already admitted that the boy's words were correct. It's just that, out of professional ethics, he can't sell the wand to this boy yet. It's not a question of price, and money can't solve it.

"This wand is not for sale."

"Not for sale?"

"Well, not for sale, I'm not selling this wand."

The old man nodded and stretched out his hand again, and this time, he didn't fail again, grabbed the wand lightly, and pulled it back from the boy's hand.

"Sorry, I made a joke with you just now." Carefully putting the wand back in its original box, the old man smiled apologetically at the boy, "That's it, I'll choose another wand for you at half the price. ,how?"

"No need."

The boy declined the old man's offer without hesitation, grabbed the money on the table, turned his head and said to Harry, "Are you here to buy a wand too?"

"Um."

Harry nodded, he wanted to say something else, but the boy quickly turned his head and said to the old man, "Are you sure you won't sell it?"

"Actually, this wand..."

"Ash wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long, good elasticity..." The boy yawned and said to the somewhat surprised old man: "I know all your worries."

"So……"

"Then, of course, I would wisely choose to give up." The boy smiled slightly and waved at Harry, "Come here, you don't need to stand so far, we are not bad people."

Harry walked over and said his intentions. The boy walked past him, probably because the road was too narrow, and he bumped into Harry.

Possibly out of control of his balance, the boy's body tilted a little, holding on to the table before falling, avoiding the tragedy of kissing the floor.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Harry quickly apologized and helped the boy up.

"It doesn't matter, I was not careful myself."

The boy smiled and brushed the dust off his body. The wand shop should really be cleaned. He shrugged and said to Harry, "Looks like I've had a bit of bad luck today, maybe I should go back and rest. Goodbye, Harry Potter!"

"Uh, bye."

Harry waved his hand mechanically, and when the boy walked out of the wand shop, he remembered one thing, what did he just say?

"Goodbye, Harry Potter!"

Harry touched his face. Could it be that his name was engraved on his face?

"Good afternoon, Mr Potter."

The old man greeted Harry very politely, and Harry came back to his senses, said hello to the old man, and raised his own questions at the same time.

"Well, Mr. Potter, do you know the scar on your forehead? The one with this scar is about your age, and you are the only one."

The old man began to pick up the wand boxes on the table, and as he picked up one of the boxes, he paused with an odd smile on his face.

"What a persistent child!"

The old man opened the box slowly, and Harry saw that it was the box that contained the wand the boy wanted. Contacting the old man's reaction, he had a guess——

That boy stole the wand!

I was a little disappointed, Harry was really disappointed, I really did not expect that the boy who was about his age and looked very pleasing to the eye would actually be a thief. But how do wizards catch thieves? Do they have something like a police station?

"Funny little guy."

The old man smiled, and he took out the contents of the box and put them on the table.

There are seven coins in total, five gold Galleons, and two silver sikos.

The seven coins were supposed to be in the boy's pocket, but now they are here, and the wand must be in the boy's pocket.

How did he do that?

Harry tried hard to recall, and in the end he could only come to an uncertain conclusion, that the boy stole the wand by unknown means at the moment he touched him.

Although he paid the money, but that kind of behavior is still a thief, right?

"Aren't you going to pursue it?"

Seeing the old man put away the empty box and still have money, Harry didn't seem to care much about it, and asked curiously.

"He paid." The old man smiled. "And, he'll be back soon and give me the wand."

"why?"

"The ash wand is loyal to its one and only true owner and cannot be inherited or gifted from its original owner, and if so, it will lose its power and skill. (http://). If the core of the wand is Unicorn hair, this tendency is even more pronounced.\\\"

Because the only audience was the famous Harry Potter, the old man was very relieved to tell him a lot of unique secret recipes.

"Let's put it this way, the ash wand only belongs to its first owner, and for subsequent users, this wand may not be so obedient."

Harry suddenly realized ~www.novelbuddy.com~ and then felt a little sympathetic to the boy. After so much effort, what he got was a wand that was out of hand.

"Well, but he seems to know the problem."

"About this issue..." The old man picked up a wand and played with it, "The core of that wand is a phoenix feather, which is changeable and difficult to control, and is extremely picky about the user, but once it gets its loyalty, it will be The best wand ever..."

In the wand shop, Ask didn't know what the old shopkeeper said to Harry, and he wasn't interested in knowing. Compared to this, another matter seems to be more urgent, such as the problem of eating.

Touching his pocket, it was empty. He had indeed left all his money in the wand shop, in exchange for a wand that might not be very useful.

Lose or gain?

Ask shrugged his shoulders, got into the crowd, and his thin body was quickly submerged.

Right or wrong, don't regret it once you've done it, right? ()