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A finger-thick wooden stick was tied to the silk thread, and on the stick stood a colorful parrot.

This is a precious Persian tiger skin.

Compared with the ordinary small and cute budgie parrot, the Persian tiger skin is the size of an ordinary owl, which is very domineering. And most of the Persian tiger skins are three-headed parrots: the left head is baby green, the right head is sky blue, and the middle head is a mixture of left and right colors, which looks a little gray.

Despite their strange appearance, Persian tiger skins are recognized as intelligent creatures in the wizarding world, and even the Wizards' Code establishes their legal status as 'fully capable' through formal statutes - in stark contrast to alchemical elves.

Of course, because of the limitations of congenital physical conditions, there are not many jobs in the wizarding world that are suitable for Persian tiger skins. Most of them were hired into church choirs, as tellers in restaurants or as trumpeters in wizarding banks.

The Persian tiger skin in front of him is an employee of First University.

On each of its three bifurcated heads, a high-waisted top hat with a gray crisp is buttoned.

The brim of the hat is also embedded with the main triangular logo of Daiichi University.

Maybe it's because the hats are a little heavy, or maybe the atmosphere in the office is a little boring. At this moment, the hat on the head of this Persian tiger skin is a little crooked, as if it will fall off if it tilts slightly.

"Twenty-three! Twenty-three!" the green head on the left side of the Persian tiger skin shouted in a hoarse voice, "Candidate Twenty-three, report to the interviewer number five!"

"Twenty-four! Twenty-four candidates!" The blue-headed voice on the right was a little sharp, and his tone was more impatient: "Twenty-four candidates, report to the ninth interviewer!

"Candidate on the 20th confirms that he is late and will be disqualified from today's interview. After repeating the message a few times in the middle, the middle head immediately buried his head in the food bowl in front of him and ate hard.

You can tell it's starving.

Several elves in gray uniforms flew around, serving the hard-working parrot.

Some elves add food to the parrot's bowl, some elves fly between the parrot and the work table to pass notes, and even two elves with small brushes to take care of the big parrot's colorful feathers.

"This Persian tiger skin is a veteran member of the student council," the short wizard said, pushing Zheng Qing towards the waiting area, "It is said that it is a friend of the student council president of the class of '88, migrating from the depths of the Silent Forest...... I have been staying for more than 20 years, and I am in my forties this year, which is considered an advanced age among Persian tiger skins. ”

"I don't know if it's mid-life syndrome, this guy has a bad temper lately. The short wizard quietly glanced at the big parrot on the bird stand, lowered his voice, and leaned into Zheng Qing's ear and said, "So, when you wait, you must pay attention to its number...... Hurry up as you promise, otherwise if you fail to register three times, it will directly cancel your interview qualification. ”

Zheng Qing's eyes widened in surprise.

Although he knew that the Persian tiger skin was regarded as a wise creature by the wizards, he always felt that it was inappropriate to let a grumpy parrot decide his interview exam, no matter what way he looked at it.

"It has that qualification. As if to see his displeasure, the short boy added: "It is an honorary member of the presidium of the First University Student Union...... He served as the honorary president of the student council for 10 sessions, from the 95th to the 05th class. ”

Zheng Qing swallowed his saliva, and finally remembered that he was now in the wizarding university of the wizarding world.

"Nothing is impossible in this world," he reassured himself, sitting on a bench in the waiting area.

But after all, there was a strange feeling that always lingered in his heart.

He seemed to be able to see a colorful parrot pacing back and forth on the table at the head of the conference table, the three heads roaring loudly, and on both sides of the conference table, the large and small cadres of the student union sat neatly in their chairs, hanging their heads, accepting the brutal rule of the big bird.

So, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Your number is fifty-six," the short wizard glanced at Zheng Qing in surprise, stuffed the numbered note back into his hand, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "I think it will take a while...... Don't be nervous, I'm optimistic about you!"

As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up and gave an encouraging smile.

Zheng Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to pretend to be grateful.

The short wizard nodded in satisfaction and quickly ran back to the office area to redirect the new candidates.

Zheng Qing sat on the bench, took out his own law book, checked the spell copied on it, although there was only one binding spell, and then took out the ash bag to check whether his brush was bald, whether the ink was smooth, whether the snake on the inkstone was dozing, and whether the rune paper was the right size.

After some repetitive work without nutrition, he stuffed the gray cloth bag back into his arms, stared blankly at the big parrot above his head, and fell back into a state of idleness.

Then, the conversation between the two girls behind him caught his attention.

"Have you heard?" the demon who killed several magical creatures in the Nine Universities has been caught," a somewhat sinister voice said, "My cousin is the head of the Alpha Student Council...... He said that the school committee had sent the notice to the various colleges, and we would be able to receive the notice on Monday. ”

"Really?" another voice was soft, sounding a little frightened, "There are such monsters in the school... It's just horrible. ”

Zheng Qing tried to resist the urge to turn his head and refute.

After all, they are two little girls who don't understand anything, and he comforts himself in his heart, but he can't take it seriously.

Sure enough, after three or two sentences of current events, the girls' attention quickly shifted to another place.

"Do you know the names of the interviewers? I think it's helpful to know a little bit about an interviewer. ”

"I don't know, it's said that these interviewers are all officials in the student union...... Many of them are leaders of school clubs. ”

"If only I had more time, I could do some simple divination, at least with some confidence. ”

The two girls were babbling, which made Zheng Qing a little uneasy.

"I don't know what questions they'll ask. ”

"Those tables should have been spelled...... I tried listening to it before, but I couldn't hear anything. ”

"I heard from my cousin that they will ask you questions about your strengths, interests, preferences, etc., and some interviewers will also ask you about your quirks!"

"Why are they so perverted!"

"To be precise, they don't want perverts to get into the student union. ”

"Such a simple interview...... Can you do it?"

"There are people in the student council who are very good at divination, and they are involved in the first trial, and they will make a comprehensive evaluation of us...... The degree of accuracy is very high. ”

"I kind of want to go home......"

"They will also ask you about your target role, your plans, your studies, etc. ”

"Oh, is there anything they don't ask?"

"The size of your breasts...... Because they swept it out at a glance. ”

The two girls talked, laughing and making a fuss.

As if sensing that he had heard something inappropriate, Zheng Qing immediately focused his attention on the Persian tiger skin on the bird rack, trying his best to dismiss the conversation behind him.

I don't know how long I waited.

Finally.

The Persian tiger skin standing on the bird rack called out to Zheng Qing's number.

"Fifty-six!

The sharp voice of the blue head on the right side of the parrot stabs the human skull:

"Candidate No. 56, report to interviewer No. 7!"

"Here!" Zheng Qing replied loudly, quickly stood up, and ran towards the interview area with a puff of smoke.