Monster Hunting High School

"Lower, young man!"

"Um...is that so?"

"No, it's still a bit big." The fat witch behind the glass window looked at Colma. After a moment, she nodded thoughtfully: "You can try taking off your cloak and hat, and it should be able to work again." Shorter."

As we all know, wizards' hats have very high peaks. In a sense, this is a benefit for short wizards.

"Then where are my hat and cloak?" Korma took off his hat and looked around.

"Do you think this is your home?" the receptionist exclaimed in a fuss: "Hold it in your arms, dear, keep your hat by yourself...press it tightly. It would be better if it can be stuffed into a storage bag. ”

Colma immediately stuffed her cloak and hat into the ring on her left hand.

But moving the magic circle still doesn't work.

The mottled 'mosaic' flashed around the chair, and there was a sizzling sound in the air. But not a hair of the visitor's chair was removed.

"Nowadays, children grow up on whatever they eat. You can't get in like this." The fat witch shook her head and complained repeatedly: "Of course, this is not entirely your fault... I have reported many reports to the superiors. Time, Danhag’s moving magic circle is an antique and cannot support young people like you who are overfed. However, the hospital’s funds are limited, and the Foreign Affairs Bureau is more willing to spend the limited funds on entertaining those big shots, rather than young people like you. On people.”

"Big shot?" Korma blinked.

"It's those high-ranking great wizards," the fat witch sighed deeply: "They don't need to queue up as hard as you... The old men in the bureau said that young people should go through more training. It doesn’t matter if the magic circle is broken... Hey, it’s all bullshit! I heard that Member Su of Yuexia Council wipes his tail with a handkerchief made of flower petals when he goes to the toilet, that’s a real young man!”

Kolma couldn't tell whether the statement was a rumor or fact.

She was thinking hard about how to identify herself as a great wizard in a tactful and natural way without embarrassing the noisy but kind-hearted fat witch opposite her.

"Well, now I..." Korma considered and raised her hand cautiously.

But the receptionist behind the glass apparently misunderstood her caution.

"You are still a little big now," the fat witch patiently pointed out: "You need to move your legs inward... This is also for your safety. If you are too big, it is easy to get stuck in the gaps in the space when moving. "

"Sorry, I meant..." A wry smile appeared on Kolma's face.

"No, dear, it's not you who should be sorry," the fat witch interrupted the North District Great Sage again, but she seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked around cautiously, and then put her chubby face On the glass, it looked like a pink dough cake: "I'm just a little curious... Do you have the blood of 'eight feet'? There are very few wizards as tall as you."

The 'Hatsuchi' are a magical race unique to the Tokyo area, similar to the Qingqiu Fox Clan or the Romanian Vampire Clan - of course, the latter has now expanded to many corners of the world with the development of magic power.

But unlike the Blood Clan or the Fox Clan, all the members of the 'Bachi' Clan are women, and they are extremely tall, with an average length of two to three meters. So the great wizard of the Wizards Alliance who conducted racial identification once suspected that this race belonged to one of the giants. branch.

It's just that few giants can use magic, but the 'Hachiku' are able to master most basic magic. This essential difference eventually earned them their own chapters in the Wizarding Encyclopedia.

Hearing the fat witch's question, Kolma looked down at her long legs and realized that she was now almost three meters tall. According to the rapid training content provided by the alliance and the school, the great wizards Eventually it will reach a height of tens or even hundreds of meters.

She is still very short now.

"No, I don't have the blood of 'Eight Feet'," the great wizard from the North District turned the simple silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand and touched the translucent amber on the ring with a hint of sadness on his face. Apology: "As for height...it's just because I have just advanced and haven't learned to control my body shape..."

"Will the 'Eight Feet' advanced registered wizard become taller? I have learned some new knowledge." The fat witch sounded a little surprised, and immediately realized what Korma had just answered: "Wait... you don't have the 'Eight Feet' "Bloodline, is it a giant? Wait...you just said it was not long before you advanced?"

She felt her mind was a little confused. She lowered her head, flipped through the information she had just compiled, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Then he looked up at the silver-haired witch outside the glass window.

"It says that you became a registered wizard at the end of last year?" She muttered, with a bit of doubt on her face, as if she was going to ring the alarm bell in the next second: "From the end of last year to now... this can't be used. The word 'just'...and your hair is a different color."

"Well, I just advanced to the 'Grand Wizard' some time ago," Korma smoothed the hair on her shoulders and smiled politely: "I'm not a registered wizard...the color of my hair changed due to some other special reasons."

"Oh, that's it!" Behind the glass window, the fat witch's face showed a hint of surprise: "If you are a great wizard, you can understand. No wonder it is so big..."

Then, the receptionist's mouth shape was fixed on the word "big" and did not close for a long time.

She repeated what she had just said in her mind, looking blankly at Kolma outside the glass window. The silver-haired witch smiled friendly at her again.

The fat witch jumped up from the soft and comfortable chair with a snap.

"Great wizard?!" She screamed in panic: "Are you a great wizard?"

"I just advanced not long ago." Korma repeated humbly, emphasizing: "So I am not very skilled in body shape control yet..."

"Merlin!" The fat witch tugged at her curly hair, as if she wanted to pull her brain out: "I actually called a respected great wizard 'big man'! I deserve to stay in this reception room for the rest of my life! This! A terrible shielding magic circle. When it is needed, it cannot stop the pressure of a great demon. When it is not needed, it cannot even distinguish a respected great wizard!"

"No, you don't need to be like this..." Korma waved her hands awkwardly and glanced back subconsciously.

Not far away from her, another witch who was waiting in line was stretching her neck curiously, as if she wanted to know why the receptionist had such a violent reaction.

Kudos to Dan Hager for retaining the old-school wizarding ethos of personal privacy.

The secret barrier surrounding the glass windows worked well enough to isolate the people waiting in line from prying eyes. It also made the great sage from the North District feel a lot less pressure.