Mr. Wallop's "Fame Spreads Far and Wide"

Although he was only eleven years old, the boy's face already showed an arrogant and domineering air, indicating that he had been spoiled since childhood and had never suffered a loss.

Sean wasn't angry. Instead, he asked Stephanie with interest, "It seems that the Lestrange father and son have quite a background?"

Stephanie shook her head. "Mr. Lestrange is the new director of the Office for the Investigation and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spell and Protective Equipment, a new department under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Originally, wand making only required reporting to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic also had its own security checkpoints to inspect wands. However, with this new department, my grandfather had to report the dimensions, materials, etc. of each wand to the Ministry of Magic in full when making them, and also register the new owner of the wand with the Ministry of Magic after it was sold."

Sean nodded thoughtfully. Lupin had mentioned it to him before, but this new department wasn't very prominent in the Ministry of Magic, so he hadn't paid much attention to it at the time. Now that he thought about it, Lupin did seem to have said that the head of the new office was surnamed Lestrange.

Stephanie leaned lazily against a shelf and continued, "This Mr. Lestrange is quite wealthy. It's said he donated a lot of Galleon to get this position. Well, he's pretty much like any other idiot. He always thinks he deserves the highest treatment at Ollivander's Wand Shop."

"Otherwise, they'll find an opportunity to check your grandfather's reporting status?" Sean almost burst out laughing.

One of the three great wand makers in Europe, the most famous wand maker in the England, and the heir to the Ollivander business – in the field of wands, Mr. Ollivander has a near monopoly in the England, and many foreign guests even come to London just to find a wand they like.

How could Mr. Lestrange think of finding a sense of superiority in such a monopolistic industry leader... If Mr. Ollivander doesn't open the door, the Minister for Magic will be the first to cause trouble for him.

Seeing Sean's expression, Stephanie knew what he was thinking. The young woman said with a hint of helplessness, "Indeed, this Mr. Lestrange has come many times, bringing up many trivial issues, which my grandfather managed to brush off. However, I didn't expect his son to be just like his father, even more flamboyant—I'm going to check on him; Roman is a guest of our Ollivander..."

On the other side, Capen was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red. Clearly, the term "poor fellow" had hurt the young boy's self-esteem.

Milani was also taken aback, but then immediately realized what was happening.

The girl was instantly enraged, ignoring the measuring tape that was automatically measuring on her shoulder, and stood in front of Capen like a lioness protecting her cubs.

"Apologize! Apologize to my friend!"

Young Lestrange glanced at Milani, and when faced with such a beautiful and assertive girl, he somehow pulled out a comb from somewhere and combed his hair, then struck what he considered a proud yet gentlemanly pose.

"Hmm, beautiful lady, is this your friend? I think you could have a better choice—"

Sean, who had been watching, almost burst out laughing. The little guy was acting like a hopping frog, and he wondered where he had learned that from.

His father, Mr. Lestrange, did not stop his son's rude behavior. After glancing at him casually, he impatiently poked the floor again with his cane.

"Ollivander, I told you, I don't have much time—I have to go to my office later to check this month's wand filing list."

What a clumsy threat... Three black lines appeared on Sean's forehead.

Mr. Ollivander was clearly used to being a nice guy; aside from the wand itself, he was probably the kind of old gentleman who rarely got into conflicts with anyone.

He stood in front of Capen and Milani and said politely, "It will be soon, Mr. Lestrange. These two guests will be ready shortly. As you know, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard that chooses the wand. This cannot be rushed, nor can it be..."

Mr. Lestrange was clearly not interested in listening to Ollivander's long-winded explanation. He jabbed the floor again, said nothing, but the threat was very clear.

With a father like that, it's understandable why Young Lestrange is so arrogant and domineering. Seeing his father so assertive, he proudly puffed out his chest and continued to say to Milani, "How about this, if you give me your contact information, I'll let your 'friend' buy the wand first."

"Dream on!" It wasn't Milani who reacted first, but Capen, whose face was flushed red. He took a step forward and rushed forward, his fists already clenched.

"Watch your movements..." Mr. Lestrange narrowed his eyes.

At that moment, Stephanie walked over.

"Mr. Lestrange, Ollivander a small business and can't handle such a big... customer dispute? How about this, your son can buy a wand first, and then this wand will be the last wand sold by Ollivander this century. My grandfather is tired and is preparing to hand over the shop to me, but I'm not good at these things. The closure notice will be put up soon, and I will also report the details to the Ministry of Magic."

"Alright, please—" Stephanie gestured with a blank expression, "Grandfather, please help him try the wand."

Sean, in the corner, pinched his arm to stop himself from laughing out loud.

It was only then that he remembered how powerful Stephanie was at using sarcasm and irony when dealing with unfriendly people.

Moreover, Ollivander closing down?

That very night, a large number of parents whose children were about to go to school would storm into the Ministry of Magic to demand an explanation.

Mr. Lestrange's face turned pale and then red. He hadn't expected that this delicate and petite girl would be so ruthless. Moreover, it seemed that Ollivander had already agreed to his granddaughter's suggestion—was this old man indifferent to everything?

Although he was arrogant, he wasn't stupid. If Ollivander closed down, he would definitely be the one to suffer—this last Ollivander wand sold this century was hotter than a fire poker.

Mr. Lestrange's face darkened. The other party was not giving him face, but he didn't have any better options, so he had to resort to his most common and annoying tactic. "Adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt— Ollivander, I'll give you ten minutes to choose wands for these two children, hmph."

"Being too proud is a recipe for suffering... "Sean shook his head.

Lestrange originally thought that his words not only gave the other party a way out but also saved face for himself, but he underestimated Stephanie's toughness.

"It won't take ten minutes. Ollivander will close in five minutes," the girl said calmly.

"You!" Mr. Lestrange was suddenly caught in a dilemma. If he gave in, he would lose face; if he stood firm, he would suffer the consequences. This made Mr. Lestrange was obsessed with so-called "aristocratic dignity," very uncomfortable.

However, while her father and Stephanie were at an impasse, Young Lestrange clearly didn't think much about it; the spoiled child simply didn't consider the current situation.

His eyes lit up when he saw Stephanie come out. He straightened his clothes and struck what he thought was his coolest pose.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ollivander's granddaughter?"

Everyone else looked at Young Lestrange as if he were an idiot—wasn't it obvious?

Young Lestrange was completely oblivious to the stares of others. Instead, he spoke with extreme confidence, "Beautiful lady, here's what I'll give you. If you come on this date with me, I'll convince my father not to shut down your family's shop. Oh, and this poor rascal can buy his wand without worry—oh, and yes, miss, remember to give me your contact information."

His last words were to Milani.

Sean, sitting in the corner, almost burst out laughing. A kid who hadn't even started school yet was asking a girl who would be a seventh grader when she started school—and he was using his father's power to threaten her.

This is hilarious.

Stephanie turned and glanced at Young Lestrange indifferently. "Call me senior. Also—is your mother Potions maker? You look like a test subject—"

"Pfft—" Sean couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mr. Lestrange was already furious at his son's foolish words, but then Sean's sudden laughter made him realize that there was actually another person in the room.

"Shut up, Henry!" he snapped at his son, then looked into the inner room. "Sneaking around like that! Come out here. I'm the director of the Counterfeit Defensive Spell and Protective Equipment Investigation and Confiscation Office. Sir, I'm going to do a random check on you!"

Mr. Lestrange wasn't stupid. After discovering that the Ollivander Family were a tough nut to crack, he immediately shifted his focus and even found a barely legitimate reason.

He had it all planned out. He would just find some excuse to say that the bastard laughing in the back room was carrying contraband and needed to be taken back to the Ministry of Magic for another screening. This would be a good opportunity for him to leave Ollivanders Wand Shop.

As for who the unlucky guy was, Mr. Lestrange didn't care at all.

"Huh? You're calling me?"

Mr. Lestrange emphasized, "This is a martial law illusion. I have the right to investigate suspicious persons. Sir, please come out!"

"That's my guest, Mr. Lestrange." Ollivander couldn't stand it anymore.

Lestrange ignored the old man and pulled out a piece of parchment. "This is a search warrant issued by the minister. This is my right. I advise you not to interfere. Ollivander —the people inside, come out now, or I'll have to take action!"

Sunlight streamed through the shop window into the room, casting shimmering light and dust.

At the dividing line between light and darkness, a foot wearing a Doc Martens stepped out first, followed by the leg, the knee, and the whole body. Then, Sean's innocent face appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Such a crude search?" He shrugged.

"Hmph, this is the duty of every citizen. Sir, you've been dragging your feet for so long, I have reason to suspect you're hiding some counterfeit or substandard products that shouldn't be there..."

Lestrange's words caught in his throat as he saw Sean's face.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he even made a bubbling sound in his throat. The hand that had just gripped the wand and raised it back behind his back like a spring.

"No, I'm sorry, sir, I've mistaken you for someone else... I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry... Mr. Ollivander, Miss Ollivander, and these two children, I'm so sorry to have troubled you... Oh, I just remembered I have an urgent case to handle, I'll be going now, Henry!"

While speaking at an incredibly fast pace, Lestrange also tried his best to make every word clear, as if he was afraid that if he missed a single word Sean would not believe his explanation.

Having said that, he swallowed hard, then grabbed his stupid son, who was still pondering Stephanie's vicious words, and ran out of the Ollivanders like lightning.

The sudden change caught even the others in the room off guard.

"Uh—" Sean shrugged. "Did I forget to comb my hair before I went out today?"

Ollivander gave Sean a long look. "No, no, Mr. Wallop, you look fine."

Capen and Milani exchanged a stunned glance. They had thought this was a big problem, but they hadn't expected Mr. Wallop to be so frightened as soon as he appeared...

Stephanie thought for a moment, then said, "The annoying guy is gone. You can continue. The wand is waiting for a new master."

"Oh! That's right, that's right! Come quick, where did you measure just now!" Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, pulling the two of them along.

Back in the corner, Stephanie glanced at Sean: "He's afraid of you, which means he knows something about you, but judging from his situation, he doesn't seem like someone who experienced something firsthand—those people wouldn't act so brazenly."

Sean stroked his chin. "I don't think I've ever done anything scary, have I?"

Stephanie gave him a deep look. "I don't know about the others, but have you forgotten about the Hogsmeade attack?"

"You mean that night... It seems Mr. Lestrange knows some of the former Guard Corps."

That night, Sean killed a large number of Dark Wizard had attacked Hogsmeade, and then dumped all the corpses in front of the Guard Corps who were responsible for protecting the borders of Hogwarts.

Stephanie had clearly imagined that scene as well, and she said calmly, "The Guard Corps will definitely tell everyone about your situation, and for most wizards, the scene must have been quite frightening."

She paused, then added, "Of course, not including me. You gave people a lot of sense of security that day."

Sean smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment—it seems Mr. Lestrange has some connection with the Guard Corps."

Stephanie nodded in agreement, saying, "He probably saw the memories of those present that night, otherwise he wouldn't be so terrified—congratulations, Mr. Wallop, your reputation has spread far and wide."

"Oh, good news, this will save me a lot of trouble—well, should I go see that guy again later?"

"No need. As long as he has any brains left, he won't bother the Ollivander Family again."

As the two were talking, Milani and Capen were each chosen by two wands, and sparks of gold and red light burst out of the room.

"Beautiful, beautiful!" Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands.

After exchanging a few more words, Stephanie saw them to the door and only returned inside after watching Sean disappear around the corner.

"Let's go buy an ice cream— Capen, come here, I have something to tell you."

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