Chapter 7 A small conflict not worth mentioning

A man's voice rang together with the doorbell.

"Isabel, hurry up and make me a dress. I'm in a hurry." A man with curly brown hair pushed open the door and strode to the counter.

The man was tall, wearing a silver silk robe with gold trim, and a golden chain hanging around his neck. He seems to like wearing all kinds of jewelry very much, because he wears a total of seven rings on his ten fingers.

Seeing Les already standing in front of the footstool, he was stunned for a moment. After briefly observing their clothes, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, and then he made an action that was completely unexpected by Les. : He put his hands on Les's shoulders, moved him aside, and stood on the footstool.

Les:? ? ?

Looking at the man standing calmly in front of him, Les had a thought: Was he being jumped in line? Who gave him the courage? !

Seeing that Les seemed very unconvinced, he directly stated his identity: He is a member of the MacMillan family. His time is much more precious than that of you guys who don't know what is called, so he should enjoy the service first.

When Isabel saw this, she felt a pain in her temples: These descendants of the pure-blood family didn't know what was going on. They were just as trouble-making as if they had brain problems.

Just as she was about to call out the other waiters in the store to smooth things over and resolve the conflict, Les spoke.

"I've never heard of the MacMillan family, but didn't your family elders teach you the principle of first come, first served? Obediently go down and line up." Rice shook his head and ordered MacMillan in a disciplinary tone.

MacMillan's face had turned the color of pig liver, and he felt like his lungs were going to explode. Isabel, who had witnessed the whole process next to her, was very worried: she knew the virtues of these pure-blood wizards very well. That kid would definitely be severely punished for speaking like that.

Unable to bear to see the ignorant young man suffer, Isabel decided to risk offending MacMillan to stop the conflict between the two. However, the situation changed far faster than she could react.

"You damn slugs, I have long said that we will enact a law so that mudbloods like you, with dirty blood flowing in your veins, should kneel down and salute after seeing a pure-blood wizard. Fudge, Lucius They didn’t listen, but now it’s better, these bugs dare to talk to me like this——”

The man bent down, stretched out his index finger, and stabbed Les on the shoulder. His other hand reached for the wand on his waist. He decided to leave some "unforgettable" memories for the young man and let him understand that there are hierarchies among wizards.

The next second, McMillan let out a heart-breaking scream.

Rice didn't use any curse on McMillan. He just took hold of McMillan's outstretched finger and then bent it back hard. The severe pain from the fingertips made McMillan scream.

"Have you figured it out? Can you go queue now?"

Under the threat of pain, McMillan chose to surrender and expressed his willingness to queue up.

Seeing that he gave in, Les let go of his fingers. But McMillan was not a man of martial ethics. After Les let go, he directly pulled out the wand stuck in his waist.

But no matter how fast he moves, how can he be as fast as Les's? As soon as he pulled out his wand, Les cast a disarming spell on him, and his wand flew out of his hand in a swirl, rolling to the corner of the shop with a rumble.

After disarming McMillan, Rice waved the wand four or five times with a cold face. With each wave of the wand, there was a loud slap on McMillan's face.

After several hard slaps, his face swelled up and stars appeared in his eyes.

In Rice's view, McMillan's shameless behavior of surrendering and then fighting back really tarnished the wizard's glory, and he had to give this guy some punishment on behalf of the elders of the McMillan family.

After several slaps, McMillan fell directly to the ground. Rice gave him a cold look and pointed the wand at his left hand. The five fingers of his left hand were raised at an extremely unnatural angle at the same time. There were five crisp sounds in unison - all the fingers on his left hand were broken off by Les.

McMillan, who was dazed after being beaten, suddenly woke up, covered his hands and screamed.

Looking at McMillan, who was lying on the ground and covering his fingers, Rice said in a pitiful tone: "Too weak, really too weak. A thousand years ago, a wizard like you wouldn't have survived out of school. Three days.”

He turned to look at Isabel, who was completely stunned, with a kind smile on his face: "Can you come over and help me measure the size now? Please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Les is also in a hurry. After buying clothes, he also needs to buy two magic wands that he has handy, and then sell a few magic props. If there is still time after selling the props, then he still needs to buy some other odds and ends. He has a lot to do. Still sitting.

Under the blow of a series of changes, Isabel was completely confused. When she heard Les calling her, she walked to Les blankly and measured his height based on muscle memory.

At the same time, McMillan's screams continued, which made Les feel bored. He waved his wand lightly, and McMillan's lips stuck together tightly like two magnets, absorbing all the sounds. All stuck in throat.

After finishing cooking MacMillan, Les turned his attention to Isabel, who was measuring her waist.

Seeing that Les was no longer paying attention to him, McMillan on the ground quickly endured the pain and ran out of the Toffan Clothing Store without even having time to pick up his wand.

After the screams disappeared, Isabel came back to her senses and realized how big a trap the boy had just stabbed.

She quickly advised in a low voice: "Run away quickly, the MacMillan family will not give up. Judging from your age, you should still be in school? Then you must stay in Hogwarts Castle this year, with Dumbledore With the professor here, the McMillan family won’t dare cause trouble.”

In Isabel's view, although the young man was somewhat extraordinary, he was still alone. How could he be a match for a pure-blood family that had been rooted in the magical world for hundreds of years?

However, the young man just shook his head and did not take the MacMillan family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blooded holy clans, seriously.

Seeing that the boy did not listen to the advice, Isabel could only sigh and speed up her hands, hoping that he could leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible after buying the clothes.

"Three sets of black plain work robes, two plain black peaked hats, one winter cloak, three sets of women's robes..." Isabel wrapped the clothes Les selected into a package and handed it to him. After choosing some suitable shoes for themselves and Lupet, the two left the Tuofan clothing store.

Most of the Galleons exchanged at Gringotts have been used up.

"Go buy a wand first." Les decided.

Naturally, the new wand also includes Lupet.