"Six Jin Jialong? Why don't you grab it?!"

The complaints that came into his ears made Harry stunned. He hesitated for a moment. He continued his previous movements and pushed open the door of the Ollivander wand shop.

"Ding Ding Ding~"

The door was cast with a spell, or some device made a sound, but it didn't matter. What was important was that the wand shop suddenly became quiet.

Harry was a little nervous. He subconsciously turned his head to look back, but saw nothing. He then remembered that Hagrid just sent him to the door of the store and then left to buy Harry's birthday gift.

The wand shop was not big, or because the house was full of shelves, the originally spacious room had to become smaller. Therefore, Harry could see effortlessly what was in the room, such as a pile of empty boxes in the corner, the feathers on the table that he had never seen but were extremely beautiful, neatly laid wood... and the two people watching him.

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

Another guy, well, a boy, looks about the same size as Harry, with blonde hair, like straw in winter, a bit messy, but it should look good...

"Well……"

Harry didn't know what to say, so hello or nodded. If he wanted to speak, what should he say? Good morning? No, it's already afternoon...

"Listen, I only have five Gallons and two Silversyko!"

Thankfully, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, as the boy turned his attention away again and continued their unfinished dispute.

"Ba~"

The boy took out a handful of coins from his pocket and slapped them heavily on the table. The force he used might have been a little stronger, and a slender vase shook and almost fell down.

Five golden Gallons, two silver Sikos, a total of seven coins.

"This is all my money!"

The boy exasperated his tone on the word "all", holding a slender wand in his hand, and on the table next to it was an empty box that looked very historical, with velvet inside seemingly older than the box.

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

"Hey, little guy, lying is not something a good kid should do."

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

"Look, you have a Galone, don't you?"

There were five Gallons and two Gallons on the table, and one Gallon in the boy's hand was enough to buy a wand and have a balance.

"No! This is my lucky coin!"

Staring at the old man with a vigilant look on his face, the boy clenched the Jin Jialong in his hand and said angrily: "Besides, this is just an old magic wand, how can it be worth six Jin Jialong!"

Harry held up his glasses and tried hard to see the wand clearly. However, in his opinion, this wand seemed to be no different from other wands. The black and shiny body of the wand was not flawed at all, just like black jade, warm and soft.

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

"I just like this wand!"

"Well, little guy, I'm glad you can say that, and this wand will probably be very glad."

The old man smiled and reached out to get the wand back, but the boy took a quick step back and avoided it.

"However, this wand is a bit special, it already has a master."

“Where is its owner?”

The old man scratched his head and thought for a long time before 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 asked relentlessly, and before the old man could answer, he continued: "A person can have many magic wands, but a magic wand will only have one master. The man abandoned his wand and let it lie alone here. He is not a qualified master, right?"

The smile on the old man's face disappeared. He looked at the boy in front of him in surprise, and had already admitted in his heart that the boy's words were correct. However, due to professional ethics, he could not sell this wand to this boy. This is not a matter of price, and money cannot solve this problem.

"This wand is not a product for sale."

“Not selling items?”

"Well, I won't sell this wand."

The old man nodded and stretched out his hand again, but this time, he never lost his mind. He gently grabbed the wand and pulled it back from the boy's hand.

"Sorry, I just joked with you." He carefully put the wand back into the original box, and the old man smiled apologetically at the boy, "It's better, I will choose another wand for you, and the price will be reduced by half. How about it?"

“No need.”

The boy declined the old man's kindness without hesitation, grabbed the money on the table and put it away. He turned his head and said to Harry, "You are here to buy a magic wand, too?"

"Um."

Harry nodded, he wanted to say something, but the boy quickly turned his head and said to the old man, "I'm sure not to sell it?"

"Actually, this wand..."

"Ash wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long, good elasticity..." The boy yawned and said to the surprised old man: "I know what you are worried about."

"So……"

"Then, of course I will wisely give up." The boy smiled slightly and waved to Harry, "Come here, don't need to stand that far, we are not bad guys."

Harry walked over and told him what he wanted. The boy walked past him, probably because the road was too narrow, so he bumped into Harry.

Perhaps because of not controlling the balance, the boy's body tilted a little and held the table before falling down, avoiding the tragedy of kissing the floor.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

Harry quickly apologized and helped the boy up.

"It's okay, it's me who was accidentally."

The boy smiled and slapped the dust on his body. The wand shop should have been cleaned. He shrugged his shoulders and said to Harry: "It seems that my luck is a bit bad today, maybe I should go back and take a break. So, goodbye, Harry Potter!"

"Uh, goodbye."

Harry waved his hand mechanically, and when the boy walked out of the wand shop, he remembered something. What did he say just now?

"Goodbye, Harry Potter!"

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

"Good afternoon, Mr. Porter."

The old man greeted Harry politely. Harry came to his senses, asked him ok, and at the same time raised his own questions.

"Well, Mr. Porter, do you know the scar on your forehead? You are the only one who has this scar, who is about the same age as you."

The old man began to pack up the wand boxes on the table. As he picked up one of the boxes, he paused, with a weird smile on his face.

"What a persistent child!"

The old man slowly opened the box, and Harry found that the box was the box containing the wand the boy wanted. Contact the old man's reaction, he had a guess-

The boy stole the wand!

Some were disappointed, Harry was really disappointed. He didn't expect that the boy who was about the same age as him and looked very pleasing to the eye would be a thief. He never expected that. However, how did the wizards catch thieves? Do they have institutions like the police station?

"Funny little guy."

The old man smiled, he took out the things from the box and placed them on the table.

There are seven coins in total, five gold gallons, and two silver shiko.

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

How did he do it?

Harry tried hard to recall, and in the end he could only come to an uncertain conclusion, that was, the boy stole the wand with unknown means while he was in contact with him.

Although I paid the money, I am still a thief in that kind of behavior?

"Aren't you going to pursue it?"

When Harry saw the old man put away the empty box and still had money, he seemed to be not very concerned about this matter and asked curiously.

"He paid." The old man smiled, "and, he will be back soon and return the wand to me."

"Why?"

"The only true master of the ash wand is loyal to it and cannot be inherited or given from its original master. If so, it will lose its power and skill. If the core of the wand is unicorn hair, this tendency is even more obvious."

Because the only listener was the famous Harry Potter, the old man was relieved to tell him many unique secret recipes.

"Let me say that, the ash wood wand belongs only to its first owner, and this wand may not be so obedient to the users behind it."

Harry suddenly realized, and then he felt a little sympathetic to the boy. After so much effort, he got a magic wand that was not good at.

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

"About this question..." The old man picked up a magic wand and played with it for a while. "The core of the magic wand is a phoenix feather, which is changeable and difficult to control, and is extremely picky to the user, but once he gets his loyalty, it will be the best wand..."

At the wand shop, Asker didn't know what the old shopkeeper said to Harry, and he was not interested in knowing it. Compared to this, another thing seemed more urgent, such as the issue of eating.

After touching his pocket, he was empty. He really left all his money in the wand shop, and in exchange for a wand that might not be easy to use.

Loss or profits?

Asker shrugged his shoulders and got into the abortion, his thin body was soon overwhelmed.
Chapter completed!