“Low, young man!”

"Um...is this?"

"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 to take off your cloak and hat, and you should be shorter."

As we all know, wizards have high spires, which in a sense belongs to the welfare of short wizards.

"Then where is my hat and cloak hung?" Colma took off her hat and looked around.

"Do you think this is your home?" The receptionist shouted in a fuss: "Hold it in your arms, my dear, you have to keep your hat yourself... Press it tightly, it would be better if it could be stuffed into the storage bag."

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

But the movement array still does not work.

The mottled "mosaic" flashed around the chair, and a sizzling sound came from the air. But the visitors sitting on the chair did not even have a hair removed.

"Now children grow up with what they eat. You can't get in at all." The fat witch shook her head and complained repeatedly: "Of course, this is not all your fault... I have reported it to the above many times. Danhag's moving array is all old antiques, which can't hold on to you young people with overnutrition, but the hospital's funds are limited. The Foreign Affairs Bureau is more willing to spend the limited funds on entertaining those big people rather than you young people."

"Big man?" Colma blinked.

"It's those great wizards who are lofty," the fat witch sighed deeply: "They don't need to line 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 breaks... It's all nonsense! I heard that the Grand Council of the Moonlight Council used handkerchiefs made of petals to wipe their tails when they went to the bathroom. That's a real young man!"

Colma has no way of judging whether this statement is a rumor or a fact.

She was thinking hard about how to make it tactful and natural to show that she was a great wizard without embarrassing the fat witch on the opposite side who was a little noisy but kind-hearted.

"Well, I'm now..." Colma thought about it and raised his hand carefully.

But the receptionist behind the glass window clearly misunderstood her caution.

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

"Sorry, I mean..." Colma smiled bitterly.

"No, my dear, I should feel sorry for you," the fat witch interrupted the Great Sage of the North District again, but she seemed to think of something, and suddenly looked around carefully, then put the chubby face on the glass, looking like a pink hairdressing pancake: "I'm just a little curious... do you have the bloodline of 'eight feet'? Very few wizards are as big as you."

‘Baqi’ is a unique magical race in Tokyo, similar to the Qingqiu Fox tribe or the Romanian blood tribe. 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 female members of the "Baofoot" clan are extremely tall, with an average of two to three meters. So the great wizard who was conducting race identification in the Wizards Alliance once suspected that this race belonged to a branch of the giant.

It’s just that few giants can use magic, but the ‘Baofoot’s’ are able to master most of the basic magic. This essential difference ultimately led them to obtain a separate chapter in the “The Encyclopedia of the Wizards”.

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

She is still very short now.

"No, I don't have the bloodline of 'eight feet'," the great wizard from the North District turned the silver ring with an ancient shape on his middle finger in his left hand. He touched the translucent amber on the ring, and a little apologized on his face: "As for height... it's just because I have just advanced for a while and haven't learned to control my body shape..."

"Will the 'Bafoot' advanced registered wizard become taller? I have learned some new knowledge." The fat witch was surprised in her tone, and then she realized that Colma had just answered: "Wait... you don't have the 'Bafoot' bloodline, is it a giant? Wait... you just said 'Advance' not long?"

She felt a little confused, lowered her head, flipped through the information she had just sorted out, and looked carefully for a while.

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

"This is said, are you an advanced registered wizard at the end of last year?" she muttered, with a little suspicion on her face, as if the alarm bell would be sounded the next second: "The end of last year to now... this cannot be used with the word 'just'... and your hair color is different."

"Well, I just advanced to the 'Great Wizard' some time ago," Colma stroked her hair on her shoulders and smiled politely: "It's not a registered wizard...the hair changes color because of some other special reasons."

"Oh, so that's it!" Behind the glass window, a trace of sudden enlightenment appeared on the fat witch's face: "If it were a great wizard, it would be understandable, no wonder it was so big..."

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

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

The fat witch bounced from the soft and comfortable chair.

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

"I just advanced not long ago." Colma repeated modestly, emphasizing: "So I'm not very skilled in body shape control..."

"Merlin is on!" The fat witch grabbed her hair, as if she wanted to pull out her brain: "I actually called a respected great wizard who is 'big man'! I deserved to stay in this reception room for the rest of my life! This bad magic circle, when needed, the pressure of a big monster could not be stopped, and when not needed, it could not even distinguish a respected great wizard!"

"No, you don't need to do this..." Colma waved his hand awkwardly, and at the same time subconsciously glanced back.

Not far from her, another witch who was queuing up was curiously stretching her neck, as if wondering why the receptionist had such a violent reaction.

Thanks to Dan Hager, who retains the habit of old-school wizards focusing on personal privacy.
Chapter completed!