Return of Salazar Slytherin

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

Rhys: "? ? ?"

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

Seeing that Rhys 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 other guys who don't know how to behave in front of a pureblood, 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, Rhys spoke.

"I've never heard of the McMillan family, but didn't your family elders teach you the principle of first come, first served? Obediently come down and line up." Rhys shook his head and ordered McMillan 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 in front of 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 I will enact a law so that you mud bloods 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 Rhys 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.

But—"Aaaahhhhh!"

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

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

"Have you figured it out? Can you come down and wait for your turn now?"

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

Seeing that he gave in, Rhys let go of his fingers. But MacMillan was not a man of martial ethics. After Rhys 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 Rhys's? As soon as he pulled out his wand, Rhys 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, Rhys waved the wand four or five times with a cold face.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Each time he waved the wand, there was a loud slap on MacMillan's face.

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

In Rhys's view, MacMillan'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 MacMillan family.

After several slaps, MacMillan fell directly to the ground.

Rhys 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 -*Pat*tap*Tup*put*snap!*—all the fingers on his left hand were broken off by Rhys.

"Ughghghghghgh!!!!"

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

Looking at MacMillan, who was lying on the ground with his fingers covered, Rhys said in a pitiful tone: "Too weak, really too weak. If a wizard like you walked out of school a thousand years ago, he wouldn't have survived for 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 also in a hurry."

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

At the same time, MacMillan's screams continued, which made Rhys feel bored. He waved his wand lightly, and "..." MacMillan's lips stuck together tightly like two magnets, absorbing all the sounds. His cries were all stuck in his throat!

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

Seeing that Rhys was no longer paying attention to him, MacMillan on the ground quickly endured the pain and ran out of the TT 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? Are you from Hogwarts? If so then you must stay in Hogwarts' Castle obediently this year, with Dumbledore being the headmaster there, the MacMillan family won't dare cause trouble."

From Isabel's point of 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 sacred twenty-eight pure-blooded families, 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 Rhys selected into a package and handed it to him. After choosing some suitable shoes for himself and Lupet, the two left the TT clothing store.

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

"Let's go buy a wand first." Rhys decided.

Naturally, Lupet will also get a new wand.

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