When it comes to treating everyone equally and without prejudice, one of the founders of Hogwarts back then, Lady Helga Hufflepuff, should be well deserved.

While the other three founders were choosing their students according to their own requirements, only Hufflepuff was taught, and even the house-elves that Salazar Slytherin brought with her family learned the food spell from her.

There is no doubt that such a broad mind is admirable.

However, in addition to the Hufflepuff lady, there is actually another quite famous wizard who also does not value the pedigree. Although the full name of the wizard is still unknown, everyone still remembers his not-so-honorable name:

He is, despicable Helbo.

Yes, in Helbo's eyes, it doesn't matter what identity or lineage he inherits, only personal understanding and talent are the key.

And these two things, in his cognition, are by no means influenced by bloodline and origin. After all, since ancient times, there have always been people from humble backgrounds who can still climb all the way to the top.

So to some extent, he seems to be more picky than anyone else when it comes to choosing his subordinates and apprentices, but if you look at it from another angle, he is actually the kind of existence that never looks at others with preconceived eyes.

In this day and age, Helmo has reappeared in the world, and he naturally began to recruit new followers.

Clearly, his philosophy, which has been maintained since ancient times, has not changed.

In fact, at this point I had to say something for Martin - at least in terms of his magical talent and studiousness, he was impeccable. Even the mind that does things is not necessarily so bad.

It can only be said that compared to a wizard like Maca, who even Helpo himself admires, and even regards as an opponent, it is indeed a little too difficult for him.

However, although Martin was now more or less tossed around by Maca in secret, it can almost be said that he fell half of his strength before he could exert his strength. But no one said that Helbo accepted him as such an "apprentice", didn't he?

Now, while Maca is being interviewed by the Daily Prophet with Scrimgeour, Martin finally meets another wizard who is favored by Helmo in private.

And this time it's not like the one that Maca pretended to be in the underground church last time, but someone who really has a similar experience to Martin.

"Hey!"

In the noisy and seductive underground black market Sleeping Dragon Bar, the short wizard standing behind Martin reached out and patted him on the back.

No way, this short wizard wasn't your average short, he was even smaller than the elven hybrid Illuri!

"Huh?"

Martin, who was alone in the fire, felt three inches on his buttocks be touched, and suddenly shrank as if he had been electrocuted, and then turned his head in even more annoyance.

"What are you—"

Before he could finish speaking, he realized that there was no one in close range behind him. After the short man slapped him again, Martin finally looked down and saw the "little guy" who was almost as tall as the barstool in front of the bar.

"Leprechaun?"

He muttered, then thought of Illuria and Pansy again—and he immediately gave him two unkind looks.

"Damn goblins!"

"You're the goblin!"

Even in the midst of the deafening dynamic music, the short wizard's shouts could still be heard, which showed how loud the "little guy" really was.

Immediately after, Martin saw that the other party suddenly ripped off his hood, and showed a mature face that was somewhat disobedient to this figure.

When Martin saw it, he pouted again, and shouted impatiently:

"Not a goblin yet!"

"Your elf ears are round?"

Obviously, in addition to the special fairy bloodline, dwarfism can also make a person maintain a childlike height and body shape forever. This natural stunting is not only occasionally seen among wizards, but also among Muggles.

But even if there was such an unusual wizard, Helbo still didn't care, and even took him as his apprentice in this era.

Of course, being able to become an apprentice wizard doesn't mean that you can learn a lot of magic from Helbo. In the ancient wizarding world, wizard apprentices were actually just a group of slightly more advanced handymen until they were further affirmed by their teachers.

Just as Martin was frowning and staring at the dwarf winter melon in front of him and yelling, he heard the other party put aside the topic of goblins again, and asked in a loud voice:

"Idiot! I ask you, are you also a student of the teacher? ”

When Martin heard this, his face finally changed suddenly.

"What? Don't you ......" as he said this, he suddenly shook his head, and then turned to say, "No, wait! How did you know I was too? ”

It was obviously not difficult for the "apprentice" pretending to be Maca in the underground church to know his identity, but now he was in a bar where anyone could come.

In the absence of any codes or markings on either side, the dwarf wizard was able to identify his details, which inevitably made Martin hesitate.

But as soon as Martin said this, he saw the other party roll his eyes at him.

"Don't measure my abilities by your standards!" I saw the short man point to his eyes, then stood on tiptoe and poked Martin's body hard, "Understand? I can see your soul! ”

It must be said that although the world is often unfair, it can unexpectedly show its fair side in some ways.

Although this short man was born with dwarfism, he was quite gifted physically.

Even wizards like Maca and Helmo need to study the rules of souls in depth before they can perceive souls, but this guy naturally has this unique ability.

Martin was stunned by what he said, and he could think of something that Helmo had done to him, and he subconsciously touched the chest that was poked by the other party.

That's right, he remembered - before separating from Helpo, the other party left a "seed" in him. And that seed is said to be planted in the depths of his soul and provide him with an opportunity to become stronger in the future.

And it was precisely because of that "seed of magic" that he could not learn any ancient magic until it bloomed into the flower of his soul.

To put it this way...... Could it be that this dwarf winter melon can really see the soul?

Before Martin could finish speaking, he heard the other party continue:

"The teacher planted the seed for each apprentice, and this is the best proof that we can identify each other - now you understand? Stupid? ”

Martin was scolded by this guy a little out of temper, after all, in general, he is still inferior to others.

After a moment's hesitation, he frowned and asked:

"Didn't the teacher let us see each other in private? Why did you come to recognize me, so that you were not afraid of the teacher's punishment? ”

"Stupid...... Stupidity! The other party immediately scolded again, and added as if he hadn't scolded, "I think you must not have contacted the teacher recently, right?" The situation is completely different now! ”

Halfway through that, he thought about it, and simply climbed to the barstool next to him, and stood there closer to Martin.

"Listen, the teacher has already said it! In the coming period, we need to work together to accelerate the development of the cult - spread that magical ritual as quickly as possible, as much as possible! In the future, those people will become our most direct force! ”

At last, the short wizard standing on the stool waved his hand and said:

"I think you'd better get in touch with the teacher as soon as possible...... Of course, it still has to be on the premise that it will not be exposed! ”

"Ahh

Martin nodded with his mouth half-open.

Of course, there was nothing suspicious about contacting the teacher, but at the moment, he was most concerned about Muriel's imprisonment in the Ministry of Magic dungeon.

If you go to contact the teacher now, I guess I won't have the energy to care about Muriel's life or death in the future.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that the short wizard rolled his eyes again after saying this.

"Also, remember not to be so conspicuous next time! I don't know what happened to you, but even in this kind of place, don't forget who you are and what your mission is! ”

With that, he jumped off the barstool and turned around and walked towards the door of the bar, without even leaving a name.

"Just now...... Am I conspicuous? Martin looked at the back of the dwarf winter melon, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and cursed, "Damn, even if that's the case...... You're screaming and jumping up and down so much, and you're obviously no better than me! ”

They are also wizard apprentices who are included in Helbo's command, although they can be said to be companions, but I am afraid they are more of a competitor. In this way, it is no wonder that both sides have no good faces.

After meditating for a moment in front of the bar with his back against the edge of the table, Martin suddenly turned around and poured the already full cup of the house-elf.

After drinking the beer again, he slammed the glass on the bar, threw down the money and hurried out of the bustling wizard's bar.

After a period of harassment from the short wizard, Martin no longer had the heart to drink and vent, so he could only return to Tumbledown Alley with more worries and troubles.

"Muriel...... No, don't give up! ”

After Martin wandered a few steps in the deep alley outside the Sleeping Dragon Bar, letting the cold air of the alley envelop him and calm him down, he walked back in the direction of the entrance and exit of the underground black market.

At this moment, the interview between Maca and Scrimgeour on the Ministry of Magic was only halfway through.

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