The sound of the doorbell was accompanied by a man's voice.

“Isabelle, hurry up and make me a suit; I’m in a rush.” A tall man with curly brown hair pushed the door open and strode confidently to the counter.

He was quite tall, dressed in a silk robe with silver and gold trim, and a gold chain hung around his neck. He seemed to have a penchant for jewelry, wearing seven rings on his fingers.

Upon seeing Reis already standing on the stool, he paused for a moment. After a quick glance at their attire, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. Then, he made a completely unexpected move: he placed his hands on Reis's shoulders, pushed him aside, and stepped onto the stool himself.

Reis: ???

Looking at the man standing before him so composedly, Reis thought: Am I being cut in line? Who gave him the nerve?!

Noticing Reis’s visibly displeased expression, the man declared his identity: he was a member of the Macmillan family, and his time was far more valuable than that of these clueless people, so it was only right for him to receive service first.

Isabelle felt a headache coming on: these pure-blood family descendants didn’t seem to understand anything; it was as if they had a problem with their brains, completely walking troublemakers.

Just as she was about to call the other staff members to mediate the conflict, Reis spoke up.

“I’ve never heard of the Macmillan family, but didn’t your elders teach you the principle of first come, first served? You’d better go back and wait in line,” Reis said, shaking his head and speaking to Macmillan in a tone as if scolding a child.

Macmillan's face turned a deep shade of red; he felt like his lungs were about to explode from anger. Isabelle, who had witnessed the whole thing, grew anxious: she knew all too well how these pure-blood wizards behaved, and that boy's words would definitely earn him a severe lesson.

Not wanting to see the naive young man get into trouble, Isabelle decided to risk offending Macmillan to intervene in the conflict. However, the situation escalated far beyond her reaction speed.

“You filthy sniveling worms, I’ve long said we need to establish laws to make scum like you, with dirty blood running through your veins, kneel and bow to pure-blood wizards when you see them. Fudge and Lucius wouldn’t listen, and now look, these damn insects dare to speak to me like this—”

The man bent down and pointed his finger sharply at Reis’s shoulder, while his other hand reached for the wand at his waist. He intended to leave this boy with a “deeply memorable” lesson to understand the hierarchy among wizards.

The next second, Macmillan let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Reis didn't use any dark curses against Macmillan; he simply grabbed Macmillan's outstretched finger and forcefully bent it back, causing excruciating pain that made Macmillan scream.

“Have you come to your senses? Can you go line up now?”

Under the pressure of pain, Macmillan chose to surrender, indicating he would go wait in line.

Seeing him relent, Reis released his finger. But Macmillan, showing a complete disregard for fairness, immediately drew his wand after Reis let go.

However, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outpace Reis. As soon as he drew his wand, Reis cast a Disarming Spell, and Macmillan's wand flew out of his hand, rolling to the corner of the shop.

After disarming Macmillan, Reis coldly waved his wand four or five times in quick succession, and with each wave, a loud slap echoed on Macmillan's face.

After a few heavy slaps, his face swelled up, and stars appeared in his eyes.

In Reis’s opinion, Macmillan's shameless behavior of striking back after surrendering was a disgrace to the honor of wizards, and he felt it necessary to give that guy a lesson on behalf of Macmillan's elders.

Once the slaps were done, Macmillan collapsed to the ground. Reis glanced coldly at him and pointed his wand at his left hand. His five fingers bent at an unnatural angle, producing five sharp cracks—Reis had broken all the fingers on Macmillan's left hand.

Originally dazed from the beating, Macmillan instantly became alert, howling as he covered his hand.

Looking at Macmillan, who was lying on the ground and rolling in pain, Reis said in a sympathetic tone, “You're too weak, really too weak. If a wizard like you had left school a thousand years ago, you wouldn't have lived for three days.”

He turned to Isabelle, who was completely stunned, and a kind smile appeared on his face. “May I ask if you can come over and help me take my measurements now? Please hurry, I’m in a rush.”

Reis was in a hurry too; after buying clothes, he still needed to get two suitable wands, and then sell a few magical items. If there was still time after selling the items, he needed to buy some other bits and bobs; he had a lot to do.

After a series of shocking events, Isabelle was completely dazed. Hearing Reis call her, she walked over to him in a daze and measured his height based on muscle memory.

Meanwhile, Macmillan’s screams echoed in the background, growing annoying to Reis. He waved his wand lightly, and Macmillan’s lips sealed together like two magnets, blocking all sound from escaping his throat.

After dealing with Macmillan, Reis shifted his attention to Isabelle, who was measuring his waist.

Seeing Reis no longer paying attention to him, Macmillan gritted his teeth and, despite the pain, rushed out of the tailor shop, not even bothering to retrieve his wand.

Once the screaming stopped, Isabelle snapped back to reality, realizing the magnitude of trouble the young man had just stirred up.

She quickly whispered, “You should hurry and run. The Macmillans won’t let this go easily. Given your age, you should still be in school? Make sure to stay at Hogwarts Castle this year. With Professor Dumbledore around, the Macmillans won’t dare to cause trouble.”

In Isabelle's view, although the boy seemed somewhat extraordinary, he was ultimately alone and could hardly compete with a pure-blood family that had been rooted in the magical world for centuries.

However, the boy simply shook his head, not taking the Macmillan family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood sacred families, seriously.

Seeing the boy not listening to her advice, Isabelle could only sigh and quicken her pace, hoping he could leave this troublesome place soon after buying his clothes.

“Three sets of plain black work robes, two plain black pointed hats, one winter cloak, three sets of women’s robes…” Isabelle wrapped up the clothes Reis had chosen and handed them to him. After Reis picked out a few pairs of fitting shoes for himself and Lupin, they left the tailor shop.

He had already spent more than half of the gold Galleons exchanged at Gringotts.

“Let’s go buy wands first,” Reis decided.

Naturally, the new wand would also include one for Lupin.