"A bit lower, young man!"
"Hmm... like this?"
"No, still too big," the plump witch behind the glass window scrutinized Korma, then nodded thoughtfully after a moment. "You might try taking off your cloak and hat. That should make you a bit shorter."
As everyone knows, wizard hats have tall pointed tops, which, in a way, are a boon for shorter wizards.
"Then where do I put my hat and cloak?" Korma removed his hat, glancing around.
"You think this is your home?" The receptionist exclaimed in surprise. "Hold them in your arms, dear. You need to take care of your hat yourself—press it down firmly, and if you can fit it into your storage bag, even better."
Korma immediately stuffed his cloak and hat into the ring on his left hand.
But the teleportation Array still failed to activate.
The flickering 'Mosaic' darted around the chair, while sizzling sounds filled the air. Yet the visitor sitting on the chair hadn't been displaced, not even a single hair.
