You're serious??

"Professor Vinda, I've arrived." Isaac greeted Professor Vinda, who was in the middle of a fitting, then nodded toward the elegantly dressed man standing by in attendance.

Professor Vinda was being tended to by shop assistants; hearing Isaac, she turned, and the assistants moved in perfect unison with her, not hindering her movements in the slightest.

Professor Vinda gave a slight nod, then began to look Isaac up and down.

She eventually wore an expression of disapproval.

"Look at this, Dumbledore hasn't even bought you a single decent set of robes." Vinda called out to the man standing by: "Twilfitt."

"At your service, Ms. Rosier." Twilfitt wore a fawning smile, bowing slightly to Professor Vinda.

"Take our Mr. Isaac Waldore's measurements. From now on, send the latest designs from your shop to him every quarter.

The Rosier Family will cover the bills."

"It is our honor, Ms. Rosier." Twilfitt's smile grew even wider, and he gave a wave of his hand.

More assistants appeared from nowhere, beginning to busy themselves around Isaac.

As for Mr. Twilfitt... the look in his eyes as he watched Isaac was clearly a mix of relief and relaxation.

Wait, buddy, that look... what on earth is that?

Isaac was a bit bewildered, though he could guess the identity of this Mr. Twilfitt.

After all, the sign for Twilfitt and Tattings was literally "Twilfitt and Tatting's," and since Professor Vinda called the man "Twilfitt," it meant these two names were likely the founders of the shop.

In other words, Mr. Twilfitt was one of the owners of Twilfitt and Tattings.

But owner or not, Isaac still couldn't fathom why Twilfitt was looking at him so strangely.

The reason was actually quite simple: Isaac was able to "put it on his tab" at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, with Dumbledore footing the bill.

Dumbledore was willing to pay for his "illegitimate son" at Madam Malkin's—just how successful of a Grindelwald was that?

It could be said that Dumbledore was the top influencer in the wizarding world, and that kind of endorsement power manifested in every aspect of life.

Most importantly, a large portion of the clientele at Twilfitt and Tattings were people who could shop at either Madam Malkin's or Twilfitt and Tattings.

With Dumbledore giving such an endorsement, wouldn't Twilfitt and Tattings lose a lot of business?

In Muggle society, Twilfitt would be the owner of a luxury boutique, but Dumbledore? He was a political heavyweight and an academic leader.

A man like that... what could Twilfitt do? What dared he do?

He could only fret in silence.

Then, just as Twilfitt was burning with anxiety, Ms. Rosier from France brought him news as welcome as rain after a drought.

The Rosier Family was willing to pay the Twilfitt and Tattings bills for Mr. Isaac Waldore—never mind whether the Rosier Family or Dumbledore was actually paying.

At the very least, the esteemed Mr. Waldore could now put it on his tab at Twilfitt and Tattings.

Twilfitt planned to have someone spread the word in Diagon Alley that "Twilfitt and Tattings will be tailoring robes for Mr. Waldore every quarter" as soon as Isaac and Professor Vinda left.

As for who was paying, he craftily decided not to say.

Unlike Twilfitt's ecstasy, Isaac didn't feel much of anything. Having new clothes was nice, sure, but didn't Madam Malkin's also do custom tailoring?

It was just that the fabrics at Twilfitt and Tattings looked more expensive.

The assistants at Twilfitt and Tattings busied themselves for nearly two hours, and finally, Isaac changed into his new outfit.

Don't ask why such expensive clothes were ready-to-wear—magic tailors, kid!

The assistants even thoughtfully gave Isaac a new hairstyle.

Looking in the mirror, Isaac was somewhat speechless. Wait, buddy, I was a perfectly fine young Grindelwald, why did you turn me into Draco Malfoy?

So Malfoy has been at the cutting edge of fashion trends all along, huh...

After tidying up, Isaac and Professor Vinda walked out of Twilfitt and Tattings, with Twilfitt enthusiastically seeing off the two "ancestors."

Just as they were about to step out, a bright burst of flame suddenly erupted inside the shop.

Immediately after, a flash of fiery red appeared on Isaac's shoulder.

"What the—?!!" Twilfitt was horrified. If something happened to these two ancestors in his shop, could he even keep the place open??

The next second, the curse he was about to blurt out died in his throat.

Because a phoenix was standing on Isaac's shoulder.

To be honest, Twilfitt had never seen a phoenix in his life, but the moment he saw Fawkes, he knew instantly that this thing was a phoenix.

Fawkes had brought a letter from Dumbledore for Isaac, but for the moment, it was busy admiring Isaac's new hairstyle.

After its large wings flapped over Isaac's head, Fawkes suddenly let out a joyful, crisp cry.

Every assistant who heard the phoenix's song felt a genuine sense of happiness.

Isaac felt a bit helpless about this. Fine, fine, Fawkes doesn't like Grindelwald, he likes Draco Malfoy, is that it?

You little rascal!

Isaac unfolded Dumbledore's envelope, and a golden key fell out from inside.

There was nothing else besides that.

Dumbledore seemed to know exactly how to communicate with a seer—he didn't need to tell Isaac the address of Harry Potter or the number of his family vault.

Because Isaac could "see" it all for himself.

However, Isaac still needed the key to the Potter vault, unless he planned on taking the Savior of the British wizarding world to rob the wizarding bank.

As for Fawkes... this was the "transportation" Dumbledore had sent for Isaac.

"Let's go, Professor Vinda, it's time for our next stop."

Isaac whispered an address to Fawkes, then took Professor Vinda's hand. The next second, accompanied by a brilliant flash of flame, the phoenix, Isaac, and Professor Vinda vanished into thin air.

"You all saw that just now, didn't you?" Twilfitt's throat felt tight, and he spoke in a dry, raspy voice to the shop assistants beside him.

"Yes, Boss, we all saw it." The assistants nodded frantically.

"Commanding a phoenix, that's a talent unique to the Dumbledore family..." Twilfitt swallowed the rest of his sentence; that wasn't something meant to be spoken aloud.

He didn't know Fawkes, but he certainly knew what a phoenix was.

And Isaac had just been able to command a phoenix to do his bidding.

Twilfitt immediately sealed his lips, even ordering the other staff to keep quiet.

But could a gag order ever stop the spread of gossip?

And so, the latest "rumor" began to circulate through Diagon Alley.

Mr. Waldore possesses a genuine phoenix—many people saw it with their own eyes!

At that moment, the shopkeepers of Diagon Alley suddenly realized one thing: Mate, we all treated you like a fraud when we were gossiping.

But you were actually the real deal???