The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Stark's attitude towards magic is very rational. He believes that it is a power that can be used. If a person spends his whole life studying this power and using it to the extreme, then he is still worthy of admiration. scholar.

But this does not mean that he wants to learn magic by himself, even though 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 a An ability that can be learned systematically.

The magic he has come into contact with, that is, the kind used by Strange, is full of too many mystical vocabulary, full of ambiguous hints, its learning method is not even to the extent of teaching by example, the master even I am not responsible for leading the door, and the cultivation from the beginning to the end depends on the individual.

Stark prefers to make everything accurate to the limit of their accuracy. He hopes that there will be results when there are reasons, and that inputs and outputs can have a clear and quantifiable value, rather than a sentence of depending on your understanding.

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

A school for learning magic? Stark couldn't imagine it, because in his opinion, schools are places where knowledge is taught systematically, and a subject without any systematic education plan should be taught in schools, which is completely misleading.

Stark stood there thinking for a while, the other students took out their wands, the teacher looked at Stark who was standing there, he shook his head helplessly, cleared his throat, and then used his hands The wand taps lightly.

A cluster of small sparks bloomed in front of Stark, bringing him back to his senses. He fumbled in his pocket, then took out a small wooden stick from it, and held it in his hand.

He had discovered this thing since last night, but he didn't realize at all that it was actually a spell-casting tool.

See, that's the way magic is, it's kind of absurd, Stark thought, looking at the stick in his hand.

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

He heard the teacher say: First of all, I want to remind you of the staff holding technique. Some people like to hold the staff with their index fingers and thumbs. Most wizards like to do this, but there are also some people who are special. They like to hold the staff. The index finger and middle finger, or the middle finger and ring finger clamp the staff, this is also possible, it just depends on you.”

But there is no doubt that you need to find a comfortable posture to hold it. The next thing to pay attention to is that when you swing the staff, don't swing your arms too much, but use the skill of your wrist.

This is exactly the point of the levitation technique to be discussed in this lesson. Its basic casting action is 'wave and shake'...

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

Stark turned his head left and right, and found that other people had already started to make movements, so he quickly picked up his wand and started to do the same.

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

When the teacher said, Anthony did a good job, let him show you a demonstration, Stark nodded reservedly and said, Thank you, just call me Tony.

As he spoke, he raised his wrist, flicked his wand, and drew a graceful arc in the air. The teacher applauded, and the others cast envious glances.

After doing all this, Tony was stunned again, what the hell was he doing? Why do you want to compete with these kids? What the hell is the point?

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

Next, we're going to talk about the part of the incantation, follow me, Yugardim—Leviosa—!

After a class ended, Stark was still waving his wand. He had successfully floated the feather, but he felt that he could do better. After the teacher announced that the get out of class was over, the students next to him pulled him, He just reacted.

Stark suppressed the excitement in his heart. When a brand new field was presented to him, he would spend sleepless nights studying it, but obviously, there was still the next class to listen to, and there were more What an amazing thing waiting for him to witness.

The teacher of the second class is very familiar, it is the male teacher who received them on the day of sorting, he pushed his glasses and said: I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, this is a class that teaches you how to defend against dangerous black arts. Subjects, let's start class next.

Defense against the Dark Arts has a long history. Many evil black magicians have used powerful black magic to endanger the safety of the wizarding world. Today, I want to tell you about a dangerous person I personally dealt with. He was Known as the strongest demon in history...

The students were all aroused and listened attentively. Stark was full of stories, and regretted that he didn't learn new spells.

After a hasty lunch in the auditorium, the first class in the afternoon was called flying class. Stark was very excited when he heard the name. Of course, to learn magic, you must learn how to fly.

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

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

The students all stretched out their hands and yelled at the broom, Stark stood there hesitantly, he had a bad feeling, but at this moment, the eyes of the flight teacher had swept over, Stark had to He slowly stretched out his hand and shouted to the broom, Get up.

With a bang, the broom hit Stark's face directly like seeing a long-lost relative, causing him to stagger a few steps and fall to the ground.

The students around all stared wide-eyed, and the flying teacher said: It seems that we will have another talented Quidditch player. Your coordination with the broom is very good.

Stark covered his eyes, grabbed the broom and stood up. He held the broom in his hand, as if he was pinching the neck of the broom, looked at it up and down, and then looked at the teacher of the flying class.

Sure enough, under his gaze, the flying teacher stepped on the broom and said, Now, like me, ride on the broom and kick your legs on the ground...

Stark covered his eyes again, all of this was outrageous, far beyond his cognition.

If in reality, someone told him to believe that a broom could fly, and to ride it solemnly and kick the ground with his legs, Stark would definitely punch him.

But in order to make this dream last, Stark still did it. He just stepped on the broom, and before his legs kicked the ground, the broom jumped up with a swish, and then directly took him to dozens of people. meters in the sky.

Stark firmly grasped the front end of the broom. He had to admit that he was a little scared now. Flying in a mecha to an altitude of several thousand meters was still covered with iron, but now, even if it was only a few tens of meters, it was still meat. Baotie, if he didn't catch it and fell, he would definitely fall into a pulp.

Stark kept competing with the broom in the air, but the broom seemed to have a mind of its own and insisted on going against him. Stark let it go down, but it just wanted to go up. The two stalemate for a long time In the end, the teacher of the flight class rescued him.

Stark gritted his teeth and stared at the disobedient broom. Before the flying lesson ended, he grabbed the broom and said to it: Next time flying lesson, just wait for me!

The last class of the day was Potions class. As soon as he entered the classroom, Stark saw an extremely familiar figure, that was Schiller in black robe.

When Schiller saw Stark walk in, he widened his eyes, then looked him up and down, and showed an interested smile. Stark stood still and stared at him, but Schiller walked to the podium and said : Go back to your seats and sit down, the class is about to start.

As you can see, this class is Potions class, which is a little different from other subjects. I really like a sentence that the former professor said...

You have come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craft of potion making.

It's different from waving a wand and casting a spell, and it's different from the magic you think of, but it's also full of charm.

Stark felt that the Schiller on the stage was different from the Dr. Schiller he usually saw. Apart from being younger in appearance and voice, he was also more active. He guessed that this might be the doctor in his youth. Le.

When Schiller began to teach the preparation method of potions, Stark's eyes gradually lit up, he was familiar with this!

There are formulas, formulas, quantities, and magical and convenient magic. Isn't this a subject tailored for him?

The first potion class didn't talk about any very complicated formulas, but Stark listened very attentively and couldn't wait to try it out.

But in the process of actually making the potion, Stark discovered that it required more of an educational background in biology and chemistry than in mechanical engineering and physics. He rubbed his chin as if thinking about something.

The day's lessons ended like this, and Stark was alone on the way back to the dormitory, so he had to face the door knocker alone.

He walked to the door to the Ravenclaw common room, and heard the hawk-beaked knocker ask him, Do you think forty-plus wedges are enough?

Hearing this question, Stark squinted his eyes and stared at the door knocker, but the door knocker seemed to have suddenly lost its vitality and remained motionless.

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

Another quiet night, another good night's dream.

In the corridor on the first floor of the Hall of Thought, the first figure to appear was Charles. He shook his head and sighed, obviously encountering a room that was not suitable for him.

The figure that appeared next was Stark. Charles saw him coming, and said in surprise, I thought it would be Steve who came back the second time.

Stark sighed deeply, and he said, You will never believe that why I came back here.

Listening to the anger in his tone, Charles asked curiously, Because of what?

Because of a broken broom!

I fell off a goddamn broom!!!

Just as he was about to tell Charles about the extremely unsuccessful flight lesson the next day, Steve appeared with a tired face and said in a hoarse voice: You will never believe what I just went through. what happened...

You don't know how scary the place I just went to is!!

I know who you want to see go to school

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