Although he is only eleven years old, the boy's face is already filled with domineering arrogance. It seems that he has been spoiled since he was a child and has never suffered any disadvantages.
Sean was not angry, but asked Stephanie with great interest: "It seems that the Rice and his son have quite a background?"
Stephanie shook her head: "Mr. Rice is the new director of the Office for the Investigation and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defense Spells and Protective Equipment, a new department under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Originally, wand production only needed to be reported to the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic itself also has
Wands can be checked at the security counter. However, after this department was established, my grandfather had to fully report the size, materials, etc. of each wand to the Ministry of Magic when making wands. After selling, he also had to register the new owner of the wand with the Ministry of Magic.
.”
Sean nodded thoughtfully. Lupine had mentioned it to him before, but this new department was not very conspicuous in the Ministry of Magic. He didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Looking back now, Lupine seemed to have indeed said that the new office
The director's last name is Rice.
Stephanie leaned lazily on a shelf and continued: "This Mr. Rice has quite a fortune. It is said that he donated a large amount of Galleons in exchange for this position. Well, he is just like a common idiot.
, he always felt that he deserved the highest level of treatment at Ollivander's Wand Shop."
"Otherwise, we will find an opportunity to check your grandfather's reporting status?" Sean almost laughed out loud.
One of the three major wand makers in Europe, the most famous wand maker in the UK and the heir to the Ollivander industry - Mr. Ollivander has almost a monopoly on wands in the UK, and even
There are many foreign customers who come to London just for a favorite magic wand.
How did Mr. Rice think of finding a sense of superiority in such a monopoly industry leader... When Mr. Ollivander doesn't open the door, the Minister of Magic will be the first to cause trouble.
Seeing Sean's expression, Stephanie also knew what he was thinking, and the girl felt a little helpless: "It's true, this Mr. Rice has been here many times, looking for many non-problems, and my grandfather fooled them all."
, However, I didn’t expect that his son would be just like his father, even more flamboyant - let me go, Roman is our guest at Ollivander..."
On the other side, Capone was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red. Obviously, the title "poor guy" had hurt the young boy's self-esteem.
Milani was also stunned, and then immediately reacted.
The girl was so angry that she didn't even pay attention to the automatic measuring tape on her shoulder, and stood in front of Capone like a lioness guarding her cub.
"Please apologize! Apologize to my friends!"
Little Les glanced at Milani. When facing the beautiful and powerful girl, he actually took out a comb from nowhere and combed his hair, and then put on the look he thought he was proud but a gentleman.
"Well, beautiful lady, is this your friend? I think you can have a better choice-"
Sean, who had been watching, almost laughed out loud. This little thing looked like a jumping frog, and he didn't know who he learned it from.
His father, Mr. Rice, did not stop his son's rude behavior. He glanced at him casually and then impatiently poked the floor again with his cane.
"Ollivander, I told you, I don't have much time - I have to go to the office later to check this month's wand registration list."
What a clumsy threat... Three black lines rose up on Sean's forehead.
Mr. Ollivander is obviously a good old man. Except for the wand itself, he is probably the kind of old gentleman who rarely conflicts with others.
He stood in front of Capone and Milani and said politely: "Soon, Mr. Rice, these two guests will be ready soon. As you know, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand. This cannot be rushed.
,also can not……"
Mr. Rice obviously had no intention of listening to Ollivander's tirade. He poked the floor hard again and said nothing, but the threat was already very obvious.
With such a father, it is understandable for little Les to be arrogant and domineering. Seeing that his father was so strong, he puffed up his chest proudly and continued to say to Milani: "That's good, if you give me
Please provide your contact information and I will ask your 'friend' to buy the wand first."
"Dream!" It was not Melanie who burst out first, but Capone, whose face turned red. He rushed forward with a single step, his fists clenched.
"Pay attention to your movements..." Mr. Rice narrowed his eyes.
At this time, Stephanie walked over.
"Mr. Rice, our small business at Ollivander's cannot handle such a big... customer dispute? Well, you can let your son buy a wand first, and then this wand will become the Olympic Games of this century.
The last wand sold by Levander. My grandfather is tired and is going to hand over the management of the shop to me, but I am not good at doing these things. The closing notice will be posted later. I will also go and discuss the details.
Reported to the Ministry of Magic."
"That's it, please -" Stephanie made a welcoming gesture expressionlessly, "Grandpa, help him try the wand."
Sean in the corner pinched his arm to stop himself from laughing.
Only then did he remember that Stephanie was very capable of sarcasm and sarcasm when facing unfriendly people.
And, Ollivanders is closing?
That night there will be a large number of parents with children going to school who will go to the Ministry of Magic to demand an explanation.
Mr. Rice's face suddenly turned green and white. He did not expect that the delicate and petite girl in front of him could be so cruel. Moreover, it seemed that Ollivander had already agreed to his granddaughter's proposal - this
Doesn't the old man care about anything?
Although he is domineering, he is not stupid. If Ollivanders closes down, he will definitely be the unlucky one - the last wand sold by Ollivanders this century is hotter than a fire hose.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mr. Rice's face darkened. The other party did not give him face, but he had no other way, so he had to use the most commonly used annoying method: "Speak, sir."
"Children, don't interrupt - Ollivander, I'll give you ten minutes to choose wands for these two children, hum."
You have to suffer to save face... Sean shook his head.
Les originally thought that his words not only gave the other party a small step up, but also made him look better, but he underestimated Stephanie's toughness.
"It doesn't take ten minutes, Ollivanders will close the store in five minutes," the girl said calmly.
"You!" Mr. Rice suddenly fell into a dilemma. He would be embarrassed if he surrendered, but he would be unlucky after being tough. This made Mr. Rice, who was keen on the so-called "aristocratic respectability", very uncomfortable.
However, when his father and Stephanie were in a stalemate, little Les obviously didn't think that much. The spoiled child would not think about the current situation at all.
His eyes lit up when he saw Stephanie coming out, he straightened his clothes, and then assumed a pose that he thought was the most handsome.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ollivander's granddaughter?"
Everyone else looked at little Les like he was a fool - wasn't this obvious?
Little Les didn't notice other people's eyes at all, but said with great confidence: "Beautiful lady, that's all right. I'll give you a choice. If you go on a date with me, I will convince my father to let him
Don't close down your store, oh, this poor boy can also buy his wand with peace of mind - ah, yes, lady, remember to give me your contact information."
His last words were to Milani.
Sean in the corner almost laughed. A kid who had not yet entered school told a girl who was a seventh-grade senior at the beginning of school that he wanted to go on a date - and still used his father's power to threaten him.
This is too cool.
Stephanie turned her head and glanced at little Les indifferently: "Call me senior sister, and besides - is your mother a potion maker? You look like a test subject -"
"Pfft--" Sean couldn't help laughing.
Mr. Rice was originally furious at his son's stupid words, but Sean's sudden laughter made him notice that there was actually another person in the room.
"Shut up, Henry!" He yelled angrily at his son, and then looked towards the back room, "Sneaky! Come out, I am the director of the Office of Investigation and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defense Charms and Protective Equipment. Sir, I am now
We’re going to randomly check you!”
Mr. Rice was not stupid. After discovering that the Ollivander family's persimmon was frightening, he immediately diverted the fire and found a barely legitimate reason.
He had already thought about it, and then he would find any reason to say that the bastard who made the laughter in the back room had contraband on him and that he would take it back to the Ministry of Magic for screening again, so he would take the opportunity to leave Ollivander's wand shop.
As for who the unlucky guy is, Mr. Rice doesn't care at all.
"Ah? Are you calling me?"
Mr. Rice emphasized his tone: "This is a martial law illusion. I have the right to investigate suspicious persons. Sir, please come out!"
"That's my guest, Mr. Rice." Ollivander couldn't stand it now.
Rice ignored the old man and took out a piece of parchment: "The search warrant issued by the minister is my right. I advise you not to interfere. Ollivander - the people inside, come out now and don't force them."
I'll do it!"
The sunlight outside the house shines through the windows into the house, making the light and dust float.
At the dividing line between light and darkness, the first thing to step out was a foot, leg, knee, and whole body wearing Martin boots. Then, Sean's innocent face appeared in front of everyone.
"Is it such a blunt search?" He spread his hands.
"Humph, this is the obligation that every citizen should fulfill. Sir, since you have been dragging your feet for so long, I have reason to suspect that you are hiding some shoddy products that should not appear..."
Les's words choked in his throat because he saw Sean's face.
His eyes widened suddenly, and there was even a bubbling sound in his throat. The hand he had just grasped and raised the wand retracted behind his back like a spring that rebounded.
"No, I'm sorry, sir, I got the wrong person... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... Mr. Ollivander, Miss Ollivander, and these two children have caused you trouble... Oh
, I remembered that there is an urgent case to deal with, let’s go, Henry!”
While speaking at a super high speed, Les also tried to make every word he spoke clearly, as if he was afraid that if he missed a word, Sean would not believe his explanation.
After that, he swallowed hard, picked up his idiot son, who was still thinking about Stephanie's vicious words, and ran out of the wand shop like a flying car.
No one else in the room even reacted to the sudden change.
"Um -" Sean spread his hands, "Didn't I comb my hair when I went out today?"
Ollivander took a deep look at Sean: "No, no, Mr. Wallop, you look fine."
Capone and Milani also looked at each other in a daze. They originally thought this was a big trouble, but they didn't expect that as soon as Mr. Wallop came out, the other party would be afraid like this...
Stephanie thought thoughtfully, and then said: "The annoying guy is gone, you can continue, the wand is waiting for a new owner."
"Oh! That's right, that's right! Come on, where did you measure just now?" Mr. Ollivander exclaimed and pulled the two of them together.
Back in the corner again, Stephanie glanced at Sean: "He is very afraid of you, which means that he knows some of your situations, and judging from his situation, it is not like someone who has experienced some situations - those people will not
Such a grand display of authority and blessing."
Sean touched his chin: "I don't seem to have done anything scary, right?"
Stephanie looked at him deeply: "I don't know about the others, but did you forget about the attack on Hogsmeade?"
"You were talking about that night...it seems that Mr. Rice knew some people from the former escort team."
That night, Sean killed a large number of dark wizards who attacked Hogsmeade, and then smashed all the corpses in front of the guards responsible for guarding the borders of Hogwarts.
Stephanie had obviously thought of that scene, and she said calmly: "The guards will definitely tell you about your situation, and for most wizards, the scene at that time should still be very scary."
She paused and added: "Of course, not including me. You gave people a sense of security that day."
Sean smiled: "Thank you for the compliment - it seems that Mr. Rice has something to do with the escort."
Stephanie also nodded in agreement and said: "He may have personally seen the memories of those present that night, otherwise he would not be afraid of being like this - Congratulations, Mr. Wallop, your reputation has spread far and wide."
"Oh, good news, it can save a lot of trouble - well, do you want me to go find that guy again afterwards?"
"No, as long as he still has some brains, he won't come to trouble the Ollivander family again."
While the two were talking, Milani and Capone were selected by two magic wands respectively, and golden-red fire burst out in the room.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Mr. Ollivander clapped.
After a few final words of conversation, Stephanie sent a few people outside the door and returned to the house after seeing Sean disappear around the corner.
"Let's go buy an ice cream - Capone, come here, I have something to tell you."