[Soccer+HP] Mario and the Vanishing King

When Mario came out of Gringotts, his pocket was full of clinking coins, which were jumping happily to be spent.

"Gold is Galleons, silver is Sickles," Mr. Royce explained, as they successfully met at the door. "Seventeen silver Sickles make a gold Galleon, and twenty-nine copper Knuts make a silver galleon." Xi Ke, it's pretty simple, right?"

Mario calculated silently in his heart for a long time, feeling dizzy and dizzy, he decided to slowly get used to this capricious exchange rate in the process of shopping.Fortunately, he now has enough coins in his pocket for a good stroll in Diagon Alley.

He and Marco bought two big chocolate sundaes in a cold drink shop named after the owner Florin. The kind Mr. Florin heard that they came to Hogwarts from Germany to study, so he was happy to return them. They got a [-]% off.Mr. Royce must take the Gotzes to the Broken Ax for a drink, claiming to let them taste the wine of the wizarding world.Although Mr. Goetze raised objections to the fact that Britain actually had drinkable wine, Mr. Royce dragged him away without any explanation. Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized to Marco not to play broomsticks.

"Got it—" Marco replied in a long voice on purpose.

Mrs. Gotze gave her son a few routine instructions and told him not to spend money recklessly, then hurriedly chased the two gentlemen away.Mario looked at his mother's back with great sympathy. He really couldn't imagine how his father, who would usually get drunk even after drinking a few glasses of German stout, would be like if he drank wine from the wizarding world.

After the adults had gone out of sight, Marco immediately pulled Mario to the display window of Fire/Crossbow/Arrow 2.0.

"Look at its perfect streamline!" Marco pressed against the window enviously, the mist from his nose blurred the window, "The fire/crossbow/arrow can accelerate to 150 miles in ten seconds, the improved version is faster than That's even faster! I bet at least 200 miles!"

"I still can't understand why you guys are so obsessed with a game tool..." Mario said puzzled.

"Wait until you learn more, Quidditch is fascinating! Maybe you should watch a game or two first," Marko said, still keeping his eyes on the broomstick, "and the broomstick is not only It's a racing tool, but it's also a vehicle! We always like to compare broomsticks to each other, just like Muggles often talk to each other about cars."

"You guys really travel on broomsticks?" Mario asked curiously.

"Of course! There used to be flying carpets, but the stability was not high, and the speed was very slow... I heard from my father that flying carpets are only used in the Middle East now." Marko sighed and said, "Honestly, I don't understand why they don't let us bring our own broomsticks to school. I heard that the school's broomsticks are still sweeping series..."

Noticing that Marco can't seem to take his attention away from his broomstick, Mario hasten to remind him that there are still a lot of things he hasn't bought yet.

"My God, I actually forgot! My mother specifically told me to buy five ounces of dragon liver to take home!" Thinking of his mother, Marco slapped his head and immediately left from the window.

They rushed into the crucible shop in a hurry, and each bought a pewter crucible according to the requirements of the school.Then they visited the only pharmacy in Diagon Alley, where they each bought a brass scale and a telescope, and a set of crystal phials.Fortunately, they also bought dragon livers that were not in stock, ("Seventeen Sickles an ounce? Why are dragon livers so expensive in England!" Marco muttered dissatisfiedly.) Then they clumsily lifted a Standing on the street of Diagon Alley with piles of things, thinking about how to grow a few more hands to carry things.

"We still have...books, robes, and..." Mario pulled out his checklist and checked. "Oh, and wands! Shall we put things back in the bar first?"

"Good idea! We can have some drinks and take a rest!" Marco immediately raised his hands in agreement.So the two threw everything into the cauldron, and carried their respective cauldrons down Diagon Alley to the Broken Axe.

"The stick your father used to knock the bricks just now is the magic wand?" Mario asked curiously.

Marco nodded. "That's right, and everyone's wand is unique! Seriously, I'm so looking forward to the wand, they all say the British Ollivander is the best!"

"But how did such a long wand fit in a coat pocket?"

"It's the Untraceable Stretch Charm," Marco explained. "My mom is good at it. It makes the pockets so big that they can hold a lot of stuff! I always wanted my mom to teach me, But she's always saying I'm too early to learn spells..."

"Speaking of the Untraceable Stretching Curse... I actually forgot that I had a spelled bag on me!" Marco stopped suddenly, put the cauldron on the ground, and began to search in his pocket.After searching every pocket on his body, he finally found a crumpled cloth bag the size of a palm.

"Now we don't have to turn back!" He lifted up the small cloth bag triumphantly and said, "We can put everything in the bag!"

Mario suspiciously looked back and forth at the two crucibles piled on the ground and the things filled with them, and then at the small cloth bag in Marco's hand.

"Really?"

"No problem!" Marko said confidently.

The two of them threw all the contents of the crucible into the small cloth bag, and then worked together—of course with a lot of effort with hands and feet—to stuff the two crucibles into it too.

Mario watched helplessly as the two cauldrons, which were too big for the bag, disappeared into the mouth of the bag, and then the bag belched contentedly, and then sealed itself.Marco picked up the bag and shook it twice, and soon there was the sound of heavy objects colliding inside, so he nodded to express his satisfaction, and stuffed the bag back into his jacket pocket.

"I really don't understand..." When they moved a few thick hardcover books to the door of the bookstore for the third time and put them on top of the existing pile of books, Marco said out of breath, "Why is it so hard for the first grade? Need so many books? And they are all hardcover..."

"Probably...they...also believe...knowledge is...power..." Mario put the book on the ground at once, and then gasped on the small pile of books, "We can put the book on you too. in your bag?"

"It doesn't seem to work, I tried it just now, and it won't open." Marko sat on his books and poked at the bag sullenly.

"Even the bag feels too heavy!" Mario screamed, lying on the ground with his hands and feet spread out, feeling that he would never get up again.

"Need help?" A friendly voice rang out.

Mario got up and saw that a wizard was bending down and looking at them with a smile.The wizard has slightly longer blond hair and a pair of piercing gray eyes. What's even more amazing is that there are a little starlight shining on his black robe.

"Yes, sir," said Mario, nodding. "Our books are too heavy to carry back to the bar. Marco's bag is full again."

Marco waved the bag in his hand.

"Ah, that's a neat Untraceable Stretching Charm." The wizard smiled. "And, I think I can help."

The wizard drew out his wand, waved it at the two piles of books, and immediately sprayed two bags from the wand, binding the two piles of books into two bundles.Then he swung his wand again, and the two bundles of books rose from the ground.

"Where are you going to send these books?"

"Broken Ax Bar!" The two said in unison.

The wizard nodded, and shouted "Broken Ax Bar" to the two bundles of books, and they left the bookstore through the window and flew away in the direction of the bar.

"Okay, the bar owner will store these books for you, but you must remember to go to the bar to pick them up. Old Tom is getting old, and he always forgets things easily." He shook his sleeves and put away his wand, still smiling. , it seems that everything that has just been done is commonplace.

Mario realized that he had opened his mouth wide just now, so he quickly closed it.

"Thank you, sir!" Marco said gratefully from the side.

"You're welcome! I would be very grateful if you would be kind enough not to mention seeing me." The wizard winked at them, "I'm here to meet an old friend."

After speaking, he nodded towards them, walked out of the bookstore, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"This man is mysterious, so strange." Marco said looking outside the door.

Mario nodded: "But he is so nice!"

Even though the wizard disappeared as soon as he left the shop, they stood there watching for a while longer, until a clerk interrupted them.

"Gentlemen, we have found your History of Magic!" said the clerk.

They immediately followed the clerk to the tall bookshelves again.

"The last two!" The clerk found two dusty books from the top row of the bookshelf and handed them to them using a liftable ladder. "Very few people use this edition of History of Magic now. Because Mrs. Bagshot nearly killed our savior in that battle! I say that is nonsense! Those people were probably not alive when Mrs. Bagshot wrote this book! And Mrs. Bagshot and Mr. Dumbledore's relationship is very good, it is impossible to serve that devil..."

Originally, they could get more information from this eloquent clerk, but they were interrupted by a kid.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is a kid, after all, the child looks about the same age as them.

"I'm sorry, sir. Excuse me for having to interrupt you, but I think you should know to keep quiet when others are reading," said the child.

The clerk glanced back, and immediately stopped talking endlessly. "Sorry to disturb you, Your Excellency Schurrle!" He bowed to the child, stuffed the book into the arms of Mario and Marco, and directed the ladder to leave in a hurry.

"Your Excellency?" Marco looked at the child suspiciously, "Isn't this word specially used to address the president? Even I know it!"

Mario noticed that the boy also had blond hair, but it was different from the wizard just now, closer to pale blond.His eyebrows are also pale gold, but from a distance they look more like white.

"If you read some more books, you will find that the word 'Your Excellency' can also be used to refer to nobles. This rule applies no matter in the wizarding world or the Muggle world." The boy said blankly, "If you If you want to explore my life experience."

"Also, if you don't know how to talk to people well, you'd better go back and learn from your parents." He snapped the book in his hand, gave them a hard look, and then walked away from them.

Marco snorted through his nose. "What a temper!"

"Maybe we did bother him," said Mario, a little nervously.He was still stretching his neck hard, trying to read the book in the boy's hand, and after several attempts, he found that it was "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century". "Maybe he's the type who loves to learn more."

Marco was checking their shopping list and didn't seem to hear Mario's last sentence.

"We're still short of robes and wands." He scanned the items on the list with his finger, and clicked on the two items that he didn't buy.

"I choose the wand!" Mario blurted out.

"Same as I thought!" Marco said with a smile.

A wand is what every wizard dreams of.

The last shop in the alley was small and shabby, with a peeling gold sign over the door, which read: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 382 BC.The window looked old and dusty, and a wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery.

They opened the door and went into the shop, and from somewhere behind the shop came the tinkling of bells.The shop is small and contains nothing but a battered bench.The atmosphere in the store is very quiet, or quiet, this feeling is a bit creepy, it seems that there is a mysterious magic hidden somewhere in this store.They sat down nervously on the bench, and in order to find something to do, they began to look at the thousands of long and narrow boxes stacked almost to the ceiling in front of them.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.They were startled by the sudden sound, and Marco even jumped out of his chair.With a loud clicking sound, an old man standing on a moving escalator appeared in front of them.

The old man has a head of white hair and a pair of very light silver-white eyes, which look like two shining moons.

"You, hello..." Mario greeted cautiously.

"Ah, yes." The old man said and stepped down from the ladder, "Welcome, gentlemen from afar."

"I knew I was going to see you, Mister Mario Gotze, yes, I've always thought so. You inherited that man's talent, yes. When he came here to buy his first wand, then It seems as if it happened yesterday. Eleven and a quarter inches long, with phoenix feathers, made of alder, not easy to bend, a perfect and faithful good wand."

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Mario, staring at him unblinkingly with his silver eyes, which made Mario's hairs stand on end.

"It is the wand that chooses the wizard, Mr. Goetze. I am honored that even though that man never went to school in England, he came here to choose his best assistant. His reputation has been spread all over Europe, even among the wizards of Britain." Everyone knew his name, too, and that had to be thanks to the alder wand."

Mr. Ollivander leaned so close that his nose almost touched his face, and Mario could even see his own reflection in his big eyes.Fortunately, after Mr. Ollivander stared at him for a while, he immediately turned his head to talk to Marco.

"Ah, I've seen your mother's wand too, Mr. Marco Reuss. Yes, very honoured, for it comes from a Swedish wandmaker. Ten and a half inches long, rowan, wand The core is a Veela hair, and it's a very wonderful wand."

"Vela?" Marco opened his eyes wide.

"Yes, Mr. Royce, it seems that this is a little secret. But I believe your mother will understand, since she already knows that you are coming to buy a wand." Mr. Ollivander blinked, Then he took out a tape measure with a silver scale printed on it from his pocket, "Then gentlemen, who will come first?"

Marco was closer, so he was preferred by Mr. Ollivander.At Mr. Ollivander's request, Marco raises his arm so that the tape measure can measure him, and Mario is surprised to find that the tape measure is working on him.

"Try this one." Mr. Ollivander took a box from the shelf, opened it carefully, and handed over the wand inside, "of beech, ten inches long, dragon's nerves, not easy to bend. "

Marco took it and swung it, but nothing happened.Mr. Ollivander shook his head, and took the wand out of his hand.Then Marco tried two more until—

"Dogwood, unicorn hair, eleven and three-quarter inches long, pliable and springy."

Marco's wand suddenly glowed red, and then the red light hit the empty fish tank on the counter next to it, shattering it.Marco was taken aback and stammered an apology, but Mr. Ollivander seemed very excited. "Ah, what a perfect combination! Great, great..."

He put the wand back in its box, wrapped it in brown paper, and handed it to Marco. "The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Royce. This wand will suit you very well."

Marco paid him seven Galleons and sat back on the bench with the wand in his arms.

"Next, Mr. Gotze—" Mr. Ollivander turned to Mario, "let's take a look at your wand."

Mr. Ollivander had been walking between the shelves while the tape was being measured, much longer than Malco.Just when Mario was worried that he couldn't find a suitable wand, Mr. Ollivander returned with a long box, and the tape measure obediently rolled up on the ground.

"Try this, ebony, dragon's nerves, thirteen inches long, with good spring."

Mario took it and swung it, though he felt as silly as a puppet doing it.Nothing happened, and Mr. Ollivander hastily put the wand away.

"Try again, pear wood, unicorn hair, twelve and one-third inches long, quite sturdy."

As soon as Mario had it in his hand, Mr. Ollivander snatched it from him before he could lift it up.

He tried one after another, and the pile of tried wands piled higher and higher on the counter.Mario had no idea what kind of wand was right for him, and it seemed that the wands were determined not to want him to be their owner.

"It's all right, it's all right..." Mr. Ollivander looked more and more delighted as he paced the racks, "I have the perfect wand for every discerning customer—let me see—ah, There it is! Then it must be this one."

He came back with a slim box. "Hawthorn, phoenix feather, twelve and one-half inches long, quite supple."

Mario took the wand and suddenly felt the wand move in his hand.He raised his right hand--in fact his wand led him to do so--and raised it over his head, and from the tip of the wand burst out stars, which danced twice above his head, bursting into clumps. The starlight scattered, and the light cast dancing shadows on the wall.

Marco applauded loudly and clapped his hands, Mr. Ollivander laughed and shouted: "Yes, this is it, it's amazing! You really inherited that person's talent."

"Excuse me, I wonder if the person you're talking about is—" Mario asked cautiously.

"You will know his name, Mr. Gotze, at the right time, not from me, a wandmaker." Mr. Ollivander helped him wrap his wand, "Remember, the wand chooses the wizard. You will accomplish as much as he did, Mr. Gotze."

Mario paid for the wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed and escorted them out of the shop.

After walking a long distance, Mario still felt that Mr. Ollivander was watching him.He looked back, only to find that the door of the wand shop was closed, just as it had been when they had come.

The author has something to say: *Er Le is also on stage! ! !

*My younger brother’s wand I used the one I measured on the PM for my own sake~

*There are no nobles in the wizard class in the original book, this is just a common setting in fandom

*Guess who is that wizard?