There was a click, the doorknob was twisted, and Stark was in a trance the moment he stepped in. When I came to my senses again, I found myself in front of a microwave lake.

Stark found himself sitting in a small boat with the oars still in his hands...... Wait, hand?

Stark looked down at his hand, and he was surprised to find that it no longer had the same ravines as before, but became very delicate, as if he had returned to his childhood.

Stark looked down and saw that he was wearing a black robe, but it was a little wrong size, and he stood up and realized that he had indeed returned to his childhood, and his body shape had changed back to about 10 years old.

"What are you doing? Sit down and row! A voice sounded behind him, and he turned around to find another child dressed like him waving to him.

"Boating? Why Boating? Stark asked, looking at him.

The student in the back sighed and said, "Can't you see the castle in front?" That's our school, we've got to row there! ”

"School?" The moment Stark turned around, he was stunned by the scene behind him.

Bright lights are reflected on the surface of the lake, and looking up, a huge castle stands in the distance, and the moonlight reflected on the lake floats along the lake, like a flag fluttering on the gate of a fantasy world.

Stark stared at the castle a little dazedly, the light shining in his brown eyes, like the fire of a dream rekindled by the twilight of the sunset.

"Beautiful, right?" The classmate behind him sighed: "After I received the admission letter, I have seen it in my dreams several times. ”

Stark sat down slowly, and he took the oars in his hand, and began to row until the boat came to the shore with a waddling face, and many children, dressed in black robes like him, were driven out of the boat like ducks, and then led up the steps by a tall figure.

Stepping into the brightly lit auditorium, Stark looked up and saw the endless starry sky and floating candles above his head, and all the children like him looked up blankly, looking at this incomparably wonderful and beautiful scene.

At this time, a person who was also wearing a black robe, but who looked like a teacher, came over and kept shouting, "All line up!" Be careful! Don't bump into the person next to you! ”

Stark was squeezed into the crowd and followed their movements, because he got off the boat early, so he kept walking in the front row, and at this time he could just see the male teacher who came to organize the team.

He was dressed in a wide black robe, with a round frame of glasses, and what seemed to be a lightning-bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, Stark felt a little strange when he heard someone call out to the professor, because the teacher looked young, not like he was old enough to be a professor.

He was about to ask, but as the man sitting at the front of the Great Hall tapped the cup with a spoon, Stark looked up and was flickered by the glow of the candle.

He heard a whisper from the person next to him, "Is that the headmaster?" He's so young. ”

"Yes, I heard that he used to be a professor of herbology, and he has only recently become the new principal."

"Shhhh

"Branches? What is that? Stark turned to the person next to him, and the student next to him winked and said, "Are your parents Muggles too?" But it's not like you haven't even read the precautions on the admission letter, right? ”

"There are four houses in this school, which house you will enter is determined by a sorting hat, I want to go to Gryffindor the most, how about you?"

"Four academies? Are there any differences between them? ”

"Well, I can't say, but I've heard that Gryffindor is the best house, and a lot of famous wizards come from there, and the representative animal there is lions, and I especially like lions......"

Stark listened to the student's rambling about the four houses, and he turned his head back and forth again, looking around at the scene, and saw that it was not at all like a dream.

If this is really a dream, it must be a beautiful dream, Stark looked at his palm, there were no lines brought by the years, only young and energetic life, beating in the immature veins.

What were you doing at your age?

Stark thought he wouldn't be in boarding school with the kids anyway, he remembered that he loved to be in Howard's lab, fiddling with the mechanical parts, taking some toys apart and putting them back on.

Stark speculated in his mind that Schiller spent his early years in boarding school? Does this represent some kind of memory of him, or is it the reason for the formation of a certain personality?

As he thought so, he heard the young male teacher standing next to a seat, holding a list in his hand and calling out names, and every time a name was pronounced, a student in a black robe hurried up and sat down on the chair.

The male teacher would pick up a hat and put it on his head, and to Stark's shock, the hat would speak.

Well, that's the dream, and it's not strange what happens in the dream, right? Stark was thinking about this when he heard the hat suddenly shout in a high-pitched voice, "Hufflepuff!" ”

Stark was startled by the sharp voice, and many of the students erupted in whispers from below, as if discussing Hufflepuff House.

After listening for a while, Stark found that they seemed to be called by their last names, and it should be his turn for a while, after all, the last name at the beginning of S should be ranked at the bottom of the comparison.

But there weren't many students waiting in the entire auditorium, so it was Stark's turn soon after, and he heard the male teacher standing in front shout out his full name: "Anthony Stark!" ”

Stark stepped forward with some curiosity and sat down in the chair, feeling like an electric shock the moment the gray hat landed on his head.

"Oh...... Oh......"

He heard a theatrical, slightly comical voice ringing in his head: "Another genius little brain, let me see ......"

"Hey, wait! …… What is it? What is it? OMG! What's in your head?!!! ”

“…… Little Tony, you know what? The teacher standing next to you was a former Auror in the Ministry of Magic, and an elite Auror, and if I screamed, he would immediately arrest you! ”

"Look in your head!" The Sorting Hat suddenly raised his voice and said, "Stuffed with a mess of Muggle knowledge!" Too much...... Oh my God, is your brain made of machines? Need some lube? ”

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Stark asked in his head.

The Sorting Hat was silent, as if he had never seen such a straightforward student, and after a while, he said, "Which house do you want to go to?" ”

Stark was about to speak, when he heard the hat say to himself, "It would be a disservice to my reputation if I didn't send you to Ravenclaw, but in fact, I also saw in you the courage of Gryffindor, and the kindness of Hufflepuff, where do you want to go?" ”

I Stark hesitated for a moment, and he said, "I've heard that Gryffindor is the best house, is that true?" ”

"No, no, no, it's just one of the most famous colleges, and there is nothing good or bad about this school's academy, only whether it's right for you."

"Do you think Ravenclaw is a good fit for me?"

"The founders there once had a very famous motto – 'Superior wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind.'"

"I choose Ravenclaw." Stark said without hesitation.

"Okay!" The Sorting Hat raised his voice again, but this time, instead of calling out the name, he gave a long sentence:

"There's one lucky academy that will once again usher in an unborn genius, and that's—"

Everyone below cheered, chanting the name of their house, as if expecting the next celebrity, when the Sorting Hat shouted, "Wisdom belongs to Ravenclaw!" ”

When Stark stepped down from his chair, the male teacher standing next to him smiled at him, and when he walked back to his seat, the seniors and seniors greeted him and said, "You're going to love it here, we have the best common room and library, and the best brains." ”

The candles began to flicker, and the lively atmosphere continued, and there was laughter and laughter in the brightly lit auditorium, and only when Stark felt a little tired did they return to their lounge under the guidance of their seniors.

Stark hadn't attended such a boarding school, but he had heard rumors about a Catholic boarding school, and he thought it would be a very strict school where everyone worked according to the Bible, but he soon discovered that there was much more to the magic of the school.

"This is the door to the common room, I think, you should all see it, see this knocker? It's our Guardian, and you'll have to answer the questions the knocker asks you before you can access the lounge. ”

The senior who stood at the front held her head high and said, "The Sorting Hat recognizes your wisdom, but every year there are many little fools who are locked out of the door because they can't answer the questions, and I don't think you want it to be yours." ”

"Today, I'll demonstrate it once, and then you will open the door yourself."

Stark didn't feel much shock when he heard the knocker speak, and he used the reason "it's a dream" to convince himself to accept all the irrationality here.

Putting all of this aside, he thought it was all quite interesting, after all, it was rare to answer the question of the door knocker in a serious way.

Walking into the lounge, Stark was a little surprised by the magnificence here, not that he didn't have knowledge, but that he had never seen this style before, more like a scene that would appear in or from a movie.

Blue satin slides down the walls, rows of bookshelves are placed against the walls, and large curved floor-to-ceiling windows let the moonlight shine on the blue carpet, everything looks wonderful and beautiful.

In this way, Stark had a dream in which he went to school, attended classes, and did his homework as a normal person, which was originally boring and a complete waste of time in his imagination, but became wonderful after being infected by some of the school's styles.

When the morning light sprinkled in his bedroom, Stark sat up from the bed, feeling a long-lost relaxation, his slightly monotonous childhood had some different memories, although he knew very well that it was just a dream, but a long-lost dream could still make people feel happy.

Unfortunately, this joy only lasted until the beginning of the first lesson, when Stark heard the teacher on stage say:

"As we all know, the first class of school is Charms, where you will be taught how to cast spells with a wand, and of course, in the first grade, we learn the simplest spells."

"You have seven years to learn the powerful magic that has been preached by all mouths."

"So now, take out your wands......"

Stark froze at the table.

Magic wand?

Magic???

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