When it comes to treating everyone equally and without prejudice, Ms. Helga Hufflepuff, one of the founders of Hogwarts, should be the one who deserves the title.
While the other three founders were selecting their own students according to their own requirements, only Hufflepuff was well-educated, and even the house elves brought by Salazar Slytherin from the family were under her care. Learned the food magic there.
There is no doubt that such a broad mind is worthy of admiration.
However, in addition to Ms. Hufflepuff, there is actually another very famous wizard who also never values bloodline. Although no one knows the full name of the wizard to this day, everyone still remembers his disgraceful name:
He is the despicable Herbo.
Yes, in Haierbo's eyes, identity and bloodline are not important. Only personal understanding and talent are the key.
In his opinion, these two things cannot be influenced by blood and origin. After all, since ancient times, there have always been many people who came from humble beginnings but still managed to climb to the top.
So to a certain extent, he seems to be more picky than anyone else when choosing his subordinates and apprentices, but if you look at it from another angle, he is actually the same kind of person who never looks at others with preconceived eyes. .
In this era, Haierbo has reappeared in the world. He needs manpower and naturally begins to recruit new followers.
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, I have to say something for Martin - at least in terms of magical talent and diligence, he is still impeccable. Even the brains for doing things may not be so bad.
It can only be said that compared with Maka, a wizard who even Haierpo himself admired and even regarded as his opponent, it was indeed too difficult for him.
However, although Martin was being tossed around by Maka in secret to some extent at the moment, it could almost be said that he fell half before he exerted any strength. But no one said anything, Haierbo just accepted him as an "apprentice", right
Now, when Maca and Scrimgeour were being interviewed by the Daily Prophet, Martin finally met in private with another wizard who was favored by Haierbo.
Moreover, this time it is not like the one Maka pretended to be in the underground church last time, but a person who actually has a similar experience to Martin.
"Hey!"
In the Sleeping Dragon Bar, an underground black market with noisy dance music and enchanting Veela, the short wizard 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 the fairy-mixed Iluli!
"Um?"
Martin, who was alone and angry, felt someone touch him three inches above his buttocks. He suddenly shrank as if he was electrocuted, and then turned his head away even more angrily.
"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 lowered his head and saw this "little guy" who was almost as tall as the high stool in front of the bar.
"Fairy?"
He muttered, and then thought of Iluli and Pansy again - which made him look at him with two evil eyes.
"Damn goblin!"
"You are the monster!"
Even in the deafening dynamic music, the shouts of the short wizard could still be roughly heard, which shows how loud this "little guy" is.
Immediately afterwards, Martin saw the other party suddenly pull open his hood, revealing a mature face that was somewhat out of place on such a figure.
When Martin saw it, he curled his lips again and shouted impatiently:
"Not a goblin yet!"
"Does your elf have round ears?"
Obviously, in addition to special fairy blood, dwarfism will also make a person always maintain a child-like height and shape. This congenital developmental delay is not only occasionally seen among wizards, but also among Muggles.
But even though such a wizard was different from ordinary people, Haierbo still didn't care and even accepted him as his apprentice in this era.
Of course, being able to become a wizard apprentice does not mean that you can learn a lot of magic from Haierbo. In the ancient magic world, wizard apprentices were actually just a group of slightly more advanced handymen before they received further recognition from their teachers.
Just as Martin frowned and stared at the short winter melon in front of him and yelled, he heard the other party suddenly put aside the topic of fairies and asked loudly:
"Idiot! Let me ask you, are you also the teacher's student?"
When Martin heard this, his expression finally changed suddenly.
"What? Did you..." Just as he was speaking, he suddenly shook his head, then turned around and said, "No, wait! How did you know that I was 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 was in a bar where anyone could come.
Even though there were no codes or marks on either side, the dwarf wizard was able to identify his true identity, which inevitably made Martin hesitant.
But as soon as Martin asked this question, he saw the other party rolling his eyes at him.
"Don't use your standards to measure my ability!" The short man pointed at his eyes, then stood on tiptoes and poked Martin's body with a finger, "Do you understand? I can see your soul!"
It must be said that although this world is often unfair, it can unexpectedly show its fair side in some aspects.
Although this short man was born with dwarfism, he was quite gifted physically.
Even wizards like Maka and Haierbo need to study the rules of the soul in depth before they can sense the soul, but this guy naturally possesses this unique ability.
Martin was stunned by what he said. He could think of something that Halbo had done to him, and he subconsciously touched the chest where the other person had poked him.
Yes, he still remembered - before he separated from Haierbo, 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 into the flower of his soul.
Put it this way... Could it be that this short winter melon can really see souls
Before Martin finished speaking, he heard the other party continue:
"The teacher has planted seeds in every apprentice, and this is also the best evidence for us to identify each other - do you understand now, idiot?"
Martin was scolded by this guy and lost his temper. After all, in general, his own skills were inferior to others.
After hesitating for a moment, he frowned and asked:
"Didn't the teacher not allow us to meet each other in private? Why didn't you fear the teacher's punishment when you came over to recognize me?"
"Stupid... stupid!" The other party immediately yelled and cursed again, and added as if he was not satisfied with the scolding, "I think you must not have contacted the teacher recently, right? The situation now is completely different from before. !”
Halfway through, he thought about it and simply climbed onto the high stool next to him with great effort, standing there and getting closer to Martin.
"Listen, the teacher has already said it! In the next period of time, we must work together to accelerate the development of believers - spread that magic ritual as quickly as possible and as many as possible! In the future, those people will Be 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 still has to be on the premise that you won't be exposed!"
"ah!"
Martin opened his mouth half-open and nodded blankly.
There was certainly nothing suspicious about contacting the teacher, but what he was most concerned about at the moment was Muriel being imprisoned in the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic.
If I contact the teacher now, I probably won’t have the energy to care about Muriel’s life or death.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the short wizard immediately rolled his eyes after saying this.
"Also, remember not to be so conspicuous next time! I don't know what happened to you, but even in a place like this, don't forget your identity and mission!"
After that, the other party jumped off the high stool 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 but gritted his teeth and cursed secretly, "Damn it, even if that's the case...you're obviously no better than me when you're yelling and jumping up and down. Where to go!"
They are both wizard apprentices who were taken under Haier Bo's command. Although they can be said to be companions, they are probably more of a competitor. In this case, it is no wonder that both sides have no good expressions.
After sitting in front of the bar, leaning against the edge of the table and meditating for a moment, Martin suddenly turned around, picked up the house elf's already full cup, and took another gulp.
After drinking down the glass of beer again, he slapped the glass on the bar, threw down the money and hurriedly left this noisy wizard bar.
After a period of harassment by the short wizard, Martin no longer wanted to drink to vent, and could only return to Knockturn Alley with more worries and troubles.
"Muriel... No, never give up!"
When Martin wandered for a few steps in the deep alley outside the Mianlong Bar, letting the cold air in the alley envelope him to calm down for a while, he headed back towards the entrance and exit of the underground black market.
At this moment, the interview with Maka and Scrimgeour at the Ministry of Magic was only halfway through.