Stark has a rational attitude towards magic, believing that it is a power that can be harnessed, and that if a person spends his life studying this power and using it to the extreme, then he is still an admirable scholar.

But this does not mean that he wants to learn magic on his own, although he has seen the convenience of magic from Strange, and he himself has experienced the power of the magic energy core, but Stark always believes that this is not an ability that can be systematically learned.

The magic he had been exposed to, the kind that Strange used, was full of occult vocabulary and all sorts of ambiguous hints, and it was not even learned by word and deed, and the master was not even responsible for leading the way, and the practice was up to the individual from beginning to end.

Stark prefers to be as precise as everything can be, he wants a cause to have an effect, and he wants inputs and outputs to have a clear and quantifiable value, rather than a "look at your understanding".

So when he heard the words magic and wand, he knew he was in the wrong place.

A school to learn magic? Stark couldn't imagine that, because in his view, schools were places where knowledge was systematically taught, and it was completely misguided for a subject to be taught in a school that had no systematic education program at all.

Stark was stunned and thought for a while, the other students took out their wands, and the teacher looked at Stark who was staying there, he shook his head helplessly, cleared his throat, and then tapped the wand in his hand.

A small spark bloomed in front of Stark, and he came back to his senses, and he felt in the pocket of his clothes, then pulled out a small wooden stick from it and held it in his hand.

He'd spotted it since last night, but he didn't realize it was actually a spellcasting tool.

Look, magic is like that, it's kind of ridiculous, Stark thought as he looked at the stick in his hand.

But then, the knowledge taught by the teacher was a bit beyond his expectations, and Stark didn't hear those ambiguous words, such as perception, sensing, communication, fate, and so on.

He heard the teacher say, "First of all, I want to remind you of the way you hold the staff, some people like to pinch the staff with the index finger and thumb, and most wizards like to do this, but there are also some people who are more special, they like to hold the staff with the middle finger of the index finger, or the middle finger and the ring finger, which is also okay, just look at yourself." ”

"But there is no doubt that you need to find a comfortable position to hold it, and the next thing to do is to be careful not to swing your arms too loudly when swinging the staff, but to use the dexterity of your wrists."

"This is also the main point of the levitation technique that will be talked about in this lesson, and its basic casting action is 'swing and shake'......"

"First, let's practice swinging the staff, and then we can add the spell, now do it with me, swing, shake, wave...... Shake ......"

Stark turned his head from side to side and saw that the others had already started to move, and he hurriedly picked up his wand and began to do so.

For a normal 10-year-old child, this action is not too difficult, let alone Stark, who has adult wisdom, and soon, he did it very well, and even received praise from the teacher.

When he heard the teacher say, "Anthony is doing a good job, let him show everyone", Stark nodded reservedly and said, "Thank you, just call me Tony." ”

As he spoke, he raised his wrist and waved his wand to draw a graceful arc in the air, and the teacher applauded, and the others cast envious glances.

After doing all this, Tony was stunned again, what the hell was he doing? Why compete with these kids? What's the point of that, exactly?

But I have to admit that this is a completely new field for him, and the absolute confidence in Stark's heart rises again, and he believes that as long as it can be learned systematically, there is absolutely nothing that he can't learn.

"Next, we're going to talk about the incantations, follow me, Yugadim - Leviosa ——!"

At the end of the lesson, Stark was still waving his wand, he had managed to make the feather float, but he felt that he could do better, and after the teacher announced the end of class, the classmate next to him pulled him, and he reacted.

Stark suppressed the excitement in his heart, he would study a whole new field when it came to him, but it was clear that there was another lesson to listen to, and more amazing things to witness.

The teacher of the second class was familiar, it was the male teacher who received them that day in the Sorting House, he pushed his glasses and said, "I'm the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which teaches you how to defend against dangerous dark arts, so let's start the class." ”

"Defence Against the Dark Arts has a long history, many evil Dark Magicians have used powerful Dark Magic to jeopardize the safety of the wizarding world, and today, I want to tell you about a dangerous man I have personally dealt with, he is known as the Mighty Adversary of all time......

The students were intrigued and listened intently, and Stark listened to the story, regretting that he hadn't learned a new spell.

After having lunch in the auditorium, the first class of the afternoon was called Flying Lesson, and Stark was excited when he heard the name, and of course learning magic had to learn how to fly.

Then, when he saw a row of brooms lying on the ground, he was stunned again.

"Now, stretch out your hands and shout 'Get up' at it!"

The students all stretched out their hands and shouted at the broomstick, Stark stood there with some hesitation, he had a bad premonition, but at this time, the flight teacher's eyes had swept over, Stark had to slowly stretch out his hand and shout at the broomstick: "Get up." ”

With a "bang", the broom slapped Stark directly in the face, making him stumble a few steps and fall to the ground.

The eyes of the surrounding students widened, and the teacher of the flying class said, "It looks like we have another Quidditch genius again, and you and the broom are in good coordination." ”

Stark covered his eyes and stood up with the broomstick in his hand, as if he was pinching the broom's neck, looking it up and down, and then looking at the flying lesson teacher again.

Sure enough, in the midst of his gaze, the instructor of the flying lesson stepped on the broomstick and said, "Now, like me, ride on the broomstick and kick the ground with both legs ......"

Stark covered his eyes again, it was all outrageous, far beyond his knowledge.

If it were in reality, and someone told him to believe that a broom could fly, and that he was going to ride it seriously and kick the ground with his legs, Stark would have punched him.

But in order to keep this dream going, Stark still did it, he just stepped on the broomstick, and before his legs could kick the ground, the broom "swished" up, and then directly led him to a height of dozens of meters.

Stark grabbed the front end of the broomstick, he had to admit that he was a little scared now, flying to a height of several thousand meters in a mecha was also iron-clad meat, and now, even if it was only a few tens of meters, it was also flesh-clad iron, if he didn't catch it and fall, he would definitely fall into flesh.

Stark kept fighting with the broom in the air, but the broom seemed to have its own thoughts, and if he had to go against him, Stark asked it to lower, and it was going to rise, and the two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally it was the teacher of the flying class who saved him.

Stark gritted his teeth and stared at the disobedient broom, and before the flight lesson was over, he grabbed the broom and said to it, "Next flight class, you wait for me!" ”

The last class of the day was Potions class, and as soon as he walked into the classroom, Stark saw an extremely familiar figure, it was Schiller in a black robe.

Schiller's eyes widened when he saw Stark walk in, and then he looked him up and down, and showed an interested smile, Stark stood there and stared at him, but Schiller walked up to the podium and said, "Go back to your seats and sit down, the class is about to begin." ”

"As you can see, this class is Potions, it's a different course from other subjects, and I really like what my former professor said......"

"You've come here to learn the exact science and rigors of this potion."

"It's different from waving a wand and casting a spell, and it's different from what you think of as magic, but it's just as fascinating."

Stark felt that Schiller on stage was different from the Dr. Schiller he usually saw, except that he was a little younger in appearance and voice, but also more active, which he guessed might be Schiller in his youth.

When Schiller began to teach how to prepare potions, Stark's eyes gradually lit up, he knew this very well!

There are formulas, formulas, quantitatives, and at the same time magical and convenient magic, isn't this a subject tailored for him?

The first Potions lesson didn't cover any very complicated recipes, but Stark listened attentively and couldn't wait to try it out.

But in the process of actually making potions, Stark found that it required more of an education in biology and chemistry than mechanical engineering and physics, and he touched his chin as if he was thinking about something.

This is the end of the day, and Stark is alone on the way back to the dormitory, so he must face the problem of the knocker alone.

He walked to the door of the Ravenclaw common room, and then heard the olecranon knocker ask him, "Do you think 40 wedges are enough?" ”

Hearing this, Stark narrowed his eyes and stared at the knocker, but the knocker seemed to suddenly lose its vitality and remained motionless.

With a click, the door opened, and Stark walked in, glanced back at the knocker, but said nothing.

It's a quiet night again, a good night's sleep.

In the hallway on the first floor of the Hall of Minds, the first figure to appear was Charles, who shook his head and sighed, apparently coming across a room that didn't quite suit him.

The next figure to appear was Stark, and when Charles saw him coming, he was a little surprised and said, "I thought it would be Steve's second return." ”

Stark sighed deeply, and said, "You won't believe why I came back here. ”

Listening to the anger in his tone, Charles asked with some curiosity, "Because of what?" ”

"Because of a broken broom!"

"I fell off a damn broken broom!!"

Just as he was about to tell Charles about the extremely unsmooth flight lesson the next day, Steve's figure appeared, his face full of exhaustion, and his voice was hoarse, "You will never believe what I have just experienced......"

"You guys don't know how horrible that place I just went to!!"

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