In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 389: Outrageous stitching (medium)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

With a "click", the door handle was turned, and Stark was in a trance for a moment when he stepped in. When I woke up again, I found that there was a rippling lake in front of me.

Stark found himself in a small boat with oars in his hands... wait, hands?

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

Stark lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a black robe, but the size was a bit wrong. He stood up and found that he had indeed returned to his childhood, and his figure had changed back to about 10 years old.

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

"Rowing? Why rowing?" Stark looked at him and asked.

The student behind sighed and said: "Can't you see the castle in front? That's our school, we have to row there!"

"School?" The moment Stark turned his head, the scene behind him stunned him.

Brilliant lights are reflected on the rippling lake, and looking up, a huge and magnificent castle stands in the distance. The moonlight reflected on the lake floats with the lake water, just like the floating lights on the gate of a fantasy world. banner.

Stark stared blankly at the castle, the light shone in his brown eyes, as if re-lighting the fire of dreams for the dusky sunset.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The classmate behind him sighed, "I've seen it in my dreams several times since I received the admission letter."

Stark sat down slowly, he held the paddle in his hand, and started rowing until the small boat came unsteadily to the shore, and many children in black robes like him were driven like ducks Get off the boat, and be 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. All the children like him looked up blankly, looking at this extremely wonderful and beautiful picture. scene.

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

Stark was squeezed into the crowd and walked forward following their movements. Because he disembarked relatively early, he kept walking in the front row. At this time, he could just see the male teacher who came to organize the team.

He was wearing a large black robe, wearing glasses with round frames, and there seemed to be a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Stark felt a little strange when he heard someone calling the professor, because the teacher looked Very young, not like the age to be a professor.

He wanted to ask, but at this moment, the person sitting at the head seat at the front of the auditorium tapped the cup lightly with a spoon. Stark looked up and was dazzled by the shining light of the candle .

He heard the people next to him whispering in a low voice: "Is that the principal? He is so young."

"Yeah, I heard that he used to be the professor of herbal medicine, and he just became the new principal recently."

"Hush, don't make any noise, the sorting is about to begin!"

"Branch? What's that?" Stark turned his head and asked the person next to him. The student next to him blinked and said, "Are your parents also Muggles? Did you not read the precautions?"

"There are four colleges in this school, which one you will enter is decided by a sorting hat, I want to go to Gryffindor the most, what about you?"

"Four colleges? What's the difference between them?"

"Well, I can't say for sure, but I heard that Gryffindor is the best college. Many famous wizards come from there. The representative animal there is a lion. I especially like lions..."

Stark listened to the student rambling about many things about the four colleges, he turned his head back and forth, looked around the scene, and found that it was so real and detailed that it didn't look like a dream at all.

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 on it, only young and vigorous life beating in the immature blood vessels.

What were you doing when you were your age?

Stark thought, it must not be going to boarding school with these children anyway, he remembered that at that time he liked to stay in Howard's laboratory, playing with those mechanical parts, taking apart some toys, and then install.

Stark speculated in his heart, did Schiller spend his childhood in a boarding school? Does this represent some kind of memory of his, or the reason for the formation of a certain personality?

Just as he was thinking this way, he heard the young male teacher standing next to a seat, holding a list of names in his hand and calling names. Whenever a name was read, there would be a man in black robe The student hurried up and sat down on that chair.

The male teacher would hold a hat and put it on his head, and to Stark's shock, the hat would actually talk.

Well, this is a dream, and it's not surprising what happens in a dream, right? When Stark was thinking like this, he heard the hat suddenly shouted loudly: "Hufflepuff!"

Stark was taken aback by the sharp voice, and many students were like him, and there was a burst of whispering from below, as if they were discussing the school of Hufflepuff.

After listening for a while, Stark found that they seem to be called by their surnames. It should take a while for him to turn, after all, the surnames starting with s should be in the lower part.

But there were not many students waiting in the auditorium, so it was soon Stark's turn. He heard the male teacher standing in front shout out his full name: "Anthony Stark!"

Stark walked forward with some curiosity, and sat on the chair. The moment the gray hat fell on his head, he felt like an electric shock.

"Oh... oh..."

He heard a slightly funny voice with a dramatic accent in his head: "Another genius-like little brain, let me see..."

"Hey wait!...what is this? What is this again? My God! What's going on in your head?!!!"

"...Little Tony, do you know? The teacher standing next to you used to be an Auror in the Ministry of Magic, and he is an elite Auror. If I scream, he will arrest you immediately !”

"Look inside your brain!" said the Sorting Hat suddenly raising its voice. "It's full of Muggle knowledge! Too much... God, is your brain made by a machine? Need some lubrication Oil?"

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

The sorting hat fell silent. It seemed that he had never seen such a straightforward student. After a while, he said, "Which college do you want to go to?"

As soon as Stark was about to speak, he heard the hat say to itself: "If I don't assign you to Ravenclaw, it will really hurt my reputation, but in fact, I I also saw the courage of Gryffindor and the kindness of Hufflepuff in your heart, where do you want to go?"

I Stark hesitated, and he said: "I heard that Gryffindor is the best house, is that true?"

"No, no, no, it's just the most famous college. There is no good or bad college in this school, only whether it suits you."

"Do you think Ravenclaw is suitable for me?"

"The founder there once had a very famous motto - 'Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings'."

"I choose Ravenclaw." Stark said without hesitation.

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

"There is a lucky academy that will once again usher in an unborn genius, and that is—"

Everyone below cheered. They shouted the names of their colleges, as if they were expecting the arrival of the next celebrity. At this moment, the Sorting Hat shouted loudly: "Wisdom belongs to Ravenclaw!"

When Stark stepped down from the chair, the male teacher standing next to him smiled at him, and when he walked back to his seat, the seniors and sisters came up to him and said to him: "You Would love it here, we have the best common room and library, and the best brains."

The candlelight began to flicker, and the lively atmosphere continued. In the brightly lit auditorium, there were endless laughter and laughter. When Stark felt a little tired, they returned to their home under the leadership of the seniors. lounge.

Stark has never been to this kind of boarding school, but he has also heard rumors about Catholic boarding schools. He thought it would be a school with very strict management. The Bible came up to do things, but soon, he discovered that the magic of this school was far more than that.

"This is the door to the common room. I think you all have seen it. Have you seen the knocker? It is our guardian. You must answer the questions that the knocker asks you before you can enter the lounge. .”

The senior standing at the front raised her head high and said: "The Sorting Hat recognizes your wisdom, but every year, many little fools are shut out because they can't answer the questions. I don't think you would want that to be yours."

"Today, I will demonstrate first, and then you will open the door yourself."

When Stark heard the door knocker speak, he didn't feel so shocked. He used the reason "this is a dream" to convince himself to accept all the unreasonable things here~IndoMTL.com~throw After opening these, he felt that all of this was quite interesting, after all, it was rare for him to answer the door knocker's question in a serious manner.

Walking into the lounge, Stark was a little surprised by the magnificence here, not because he was ignorant, but because he had never seen this style before, and it was more like scenes that would appear in novels or movies.

The blue satin slides down the wall, rows of bookshelves are placed against the wall, and the large curved French windows let the moonlight shine on the blue carpet, everything looks wonderful and beautiful.

In this way, Stark had a dream in his dream. He dreamed that he went to school, attended lectures, and did homework like ordinary people. After some style infection of the school, it became wonderful.

When the morning light shone in his dormitory and Stark sat up from the bed, he felt a long-lost relaxation. His slightly monotonous childhood had some different memories, although he knew very well that This is just a dream, but a long-lost dream can still make people feel happy.

Unfortunately, this happy mood only lasted until the beginning of the first class. Stark heard the teacher on the stage say:

"As we all know, the first class at the beginning of school is Charms class. Here you will be taught how to use a wand to cast spells. Of course, in the first grade, we learned the simplest spells."

"You have 7 years to learn those powerful magics that have been eulogized by everyone."

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

Stark froze at the table.

A magic wand?

Magic? ? ?