Chapter 1130 Dwarves are not fairies!
? When it comes to treating everyone equally and without prejudice, Ms. Helga Hufflepuff, one of the founders of Hogwarts, should be well-deserved.
While the other three founders were choosing their own students according to their own requirements, only Hufflepuff taught without discrimination, and even the house elves brought by Salazar Slytherin from the family were in her Learned the food spell there.
There is no doubt that such a broad mind is admirable.
However, apart from Ms. Hufflepuff, there is actually another rather famous wizard who also never values blood. Although no one knows the full name of that wizard to this day, everyone still remembers his disgraceful name:
He is, despicable Hai Erbo.
Yes, in Haierbo's eyes, no identity or lineage is important, only personal understanding and talent are the key.
And these two things, in his cognition, are definitely not controlled by blood and origin. After all, since ancient times, there have always been people from humble origins who can still climb to the top all the way.
So to a certain extent, he seems to be more picky than anyone else when he chooses his subordinates and apprentices, but if you look at it from another angle, he is also the kind of person who never treats others with preconceived eyes. .
In this era, Hai Erbo reappeared in the world again, and he naturally began to recruit new followers as he needed manpower.
And it is obvious that his philosophy, which has been maintained since ancient times, has not changed until now.
In fact, when it comes to this point, I have to say something for Martin-at least in terms of magical talent and studious, he is still impeccable. Even if it is the mind to do things, it may not be so bad.
It can only be said that compared with Maca, a wizard who even Haierbo himself admires and even regards as an opponent, it is indeed a bit too difficult for him.
However, even though Martin was tossed around by Maca secretly, it can almost be said that he fell half before exerting his strength. But no one said, Hai Erbo accepted him as an apprentice, didn't he?
Now, when Maca and Scrimgeour were being interviewed by the Daily Prophet, Martin finally met in private with another wizard whom Hai Erbo had taken a fancy to.
Moreover, this time it is not like the one Maca pretended to be in the underground church last time, but a person who really has a similar experience to Martin.
Hey!
In Sleeping Dragon Bar, an underground black market with noisy dance music and enchanting Veela,
The short wizard who was standing behind Martin stretched out his hand and patted his lower back.
There is no way, this short wizard is not ordinary short, he is even smaller than that Iluli who has the half-blood of the goblin!
Ok?
Martin, who was pissed all by himself, felt someone touch the upper three inches of his buttocks, and suddenly flinched as if he had been electrocuted, and then turned his head away even more annoyed.
What—
Before he finished speaking, he found that there was no one in the close range behind him. After the short man patted him again, Martin finally looked down and saw this little guy who was almost as tall as the bar stool in front of the bar.
Fairy?
He muttered, and then thought of Iluli and Pansy again - this made him immediately show two unkind eyes.
Damn goblin!
You are the goblin!
Even in the deafening dynamic music, the short wizard's shout can still be heard roughly, which shows how loud this little guy really is.
Immediately afterwards, Martin saw that the other party pulled off his hood suddenly, revealing a somewhat unsuitable mature face on his body.
When Martin saw it, he pouted again, and shouted impatiently:
Not yet a goblin!
Your elf's ears are round?
Apparently, in addition to the special goblin blood, dwarfism also allows a person to maintain a childlike height and body forever. This natural developmental delay is not only occasionally seen among wizards, but also among Muggles.
But Haierbo still didn't care about such a wizard who was different from ordinary people, and even accepted him as his apprentice in this era.
Of course, being able to become a wizard apprentice does not mean that he can learn a lot of magic from Hai Erbo. In the ancient magic world, wizard apprentices are actually just a group of slightly more advanced handymen before they get further affirmation from their teachers.
Just when Martin frowned and yelled at the short winter melon in front of him, he heard the other party suddenly put aside the topic of the goblin and asked loudly:
Idiot! Let me ask you, are you also a teacher's student?
When Martin heard this, his face finally changed suddenly.
What? Could it be that you... As he was speaking, he suddenly shook his head, then turned around and said, No, wait! How do you know that I am the same?
It was obviously not difficult for the apprentice Maka pretended to know his identity in the underground church last time, but now he is in a bar where anyone can come.
In the absence of any secret signs or marks on both sides, the dwarf wizard was able to identify his details, which inevitably made Martin hesitate.
But as soon as Martin asked this, he saw the other party roll his eyes at him.
Don't judge my ability by your standards! The short man pointed to his eyes, then stood on tiptoe and poked Martin's body forcefully, Understood? I can see your soul!
It has to be said that although the world is often unfair, it unexpectedly reveals its fair side in some respects.
Although this short man was born with dwarfism, he was quite gifted physically.
Even wizards like Maca and Haierbo need to study the soul rules in depth before they can perceive the soul, but this guy naturally possesses this unique ability.
Martin was taken aback by what he said, and he could think of something that Hai Erbo had done to him. He subconsciously touched the chest that was poked by the other party.
That's right, he still remembered—before he separated from Hai Erbo, the other party left a seed on him. And that seed is said to be rooted deep in his soul, providing him with an opportunity to become stronger in the future.
And it is precisely because of that magic seed, that he cannot learn any ancient magic until it blooms the flower of the soul.
So... is it possible that this short winter melon can really see the soul?
Before Martin finished speaking, he heard the other party continue:
The teacher planted seeds for every apprentice, and this is also the best proof for us to recognize each other—do you understand now, idiot?
Martin was a bit annoyed by this guy's scolding. After all, in general, he was still inferior to others.
After a little hesitation, he frowned and asked:
Didn't the teacher not let us meet each other in private? Why did you come here to recognize me? Are you not afraid of the teacher's punishment?
Stupid...stupid! The other party immediately yelled and scolded again, and added as if he hadn't had enough scolding, I think you must have not contacted the teacher recently, right? The current situation is completely different from before Already!
Halfway through, he thought about it, and simply climbed onto the high stool next to him with great difficulty, and stood there to get closer to Martin.
Listen, the teacher has already said it! In the next period of time, we need to cooperate with each other to accelerate the development of the believers—to spread that magic ceremony, the sooner the better, the more the better! In the future, those people will It will become our most direct force!
Finally, the short wizard standing on the stool waved his hand and said:
I think you'd better contact the teacher as soon as possible...Of course, it must still be under the premise of not being exposed!
what!
Martin opened his mouth halfway, and nodded blankly.
Of course, there was nothing suspicious about contacting the teacher, but right now he was most concerned about Muriel being imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic dungeon.
If I go to contact the teacher now, I guess I won't have the energy to care about Muriel's life and death in the future.
Just as he was thinking, he saw the short wizard rolled his eyes immediately after saying this.
Also, don't be so conspicuous next time! I don't know what happened to you, but even in this kind of place, don't forget your identity and mission!
After all, he jumped off the high stool, turned around and walked towards the door of the bar without even leaving a name.
Just now...was I very conspicuous? Martin looked at the back of the short winter melon, and couldn't help gritting his teeth and cursed secretly, Damn it, even if that's the case... you're obviously no better than the one who yelled and jumped up and down like that. Where am I going!
The wizard apprentices who were also brought under Hai Erbo's command, although they can be said to be companions, they are probably more of a kind of competition. In this way, it is no wonder that both sides have no good looks.
Leaning his back against the edge of the table in front of the bar and meditating for a moment, Martin suddenly turned around, picked up the cup that the house elf had already filled, and poured it again.
After he drank the glass of beer upside down again, he threw the glass on the bar counter, threw down the money for the drink, and hurriedly left this extremely noisy wizard bar.
After being harassed by the short wizard, Martin no longer had the desire to drink to vent, and could only return to Knockturn Alley with more worries and troubles.
Muriel... no, never give up!
When Martin wandered a few steps in the deep alley outside the Sleeping Dragon Bar, and let the cold air in the alley wrap him to calm down for a while, he walked towards the entrance and exit of the underground black market again.
At this moment, the interviews Maca and Scrimgeour received at the Ministry of Magic were only halfway through.
The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: .. Vertex mobile version reading website: m.
