There was a "click" and the door handle was turned. Stark was in a trance for a moment when he stepped in. When he woke up again, he found that he was facing the rippling lake water.
Stark found himself sitting on a small boat, holding the oar in his hand...wait, in his hand?
Stark looked down at his hand, and he was surprised to find that it no longer had the criss-crossing lines on it, but had become very delicate, as if he had returned to his childhood.
Stark looked down and saw that he was wearing a black robe, but the size was a little wrong. He stood up and found that he had indeed returned to his childhood, and his body shape had changed back to that of a ten-year-old.
"What are you doing? Sit down and row!" A voice sounded behind him. He turned around and found another child wearing the same clothes as him waving to him.
"Row? Why row?" Stark looked at him and asked.
The student at the back 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 back, the scene behind him stunned him.
Brilliant lights were reflected on the rippling lake surface, and looking up, a huge and majestic castle stood in the distance. The moonlight reflected on the lake floated with the water, like a flag fluttering on the gate of a fantasy world.
Stark stared blankly at the castle, the light shining in his brown eyes, like rekindling the fire of dreams in the gloomy sunset.
"It's very beautiful, right?" The classmate behind him sighed: "I have seen it in my dreams several times since I received the admission notice."
Stark sat down slowly. He held the oar in his hand and started rowing until the small boat came to the shore. Many children wearing black robes like him were driven off the boat like ducks.
Then he was 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 raised their heads blankly, looking at this extremely wonderful and beautiful scene.
At this time, a man also wearing a black robe, but dressed like a teacher, came over and kept shouting: "Everyone line up! Be careful! Don't hit the people next to you!"
Stark was squeezed into the crowd and followed their movements. Because he got off the boat earlier, he kept walking in the front row. At this time, he just happened to see the male teacher who came to organize the team.
He was wearing a loose black robe, glasses with a round frame, and there seemed to be a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. When Stark heard someone calling him professor, he felt a little strange, because the teacher looked very young.
It's not like he's old enough to be a professor.
He wanted to ask, but at this moment, the person sitting at the front of the auditorium tapped the cup with a spoon. Stark looked up and his eyes were dazzled by the shining light of the candle.
He heard the people next to him whisper: "Is that the principal? He is so young."
"Yes, I heard that he used to be the professor of Herbal Medicine, and he just recently became the new principal."
"Shh, don't say anything, the sorting is about to begin!"
"Sort? What is that?" Stark turned to ask the person next to him. The student next to him blinked and said, "Are your parents also Muggles? But they don't even follow the precautions on the admission notice.
Didn’t you read it?”
"This school has four houses. Which house you will enter is determined by a sorting hat. I want to go to Gryffindor most. What about you?"
"Four academies? What's the difference between them?"
"Well, I can't say, but I heard that Gryffindor is the best house. Many famous wizards are from there. The representative animal there is the lion. I particularly like lions..."
Stark listened to the student talking a lot about the four colleges. He turned his head back and forth, looked around at 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 palms. There were no lines on them caused by time, only young and energetic life beating in the tender blood vessels.
What were you doing when you were this age?
Stark thought that he definitely wasn't going to boarding school with these children anyway. He remembered that at that time, he liked to stay in Howard's laboratory, playing with the mechanical parts, taking apart some toys, and then putting them back together.
Stark speculated in his mind that Schiller spent 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, he heard the young male teacher from before standing next to a seat, holding a list in his hand and calling out names. Whenever a name was read out, a student in black robes hurried out of the room.
He ran up and sat on that chair.
The male teacher would pick up a hat and place it on his head, and to Stark's shock, the hat would speak.
Well, this is a dream. Nothing strange happens in a dream, right? When Stark was thinking this, he heard the hat suddenly shout loudly: "Hufflepuff!"
Stark was startled by the sharp voice, and many students were also like him. A burst of whispers broke out below, seeming to be discussing the House of Hufflepuff.
After listening for a while, Stark found that they seemed to be calling names according to their last names, and it would take a while before it was his turn. After all, the last names starting with S should be listed at the lower end.
But there were not many students waiting in the entire auditorium, so it was Stark's turn soon. He heard the male teacher standing in front call out his full name: "Anthony Stark!"
Stark walked forward with some curiosity and sat on the chair. The moment the dusty hat fell on his head, he felt like an electric shock.
"oh oh……"
He heard a dramatic and slightly funny voice in his head: "Another genius-like little brain, let me see..."
"Hey, wait!...What is this? What is this? Oh my God! What is going on in your head?!!!"
"...Little Tony, did you know? The teacher standing next to you once served as an Auror in the Ministry of Magic, and he is an elite Auror. If I scream, he will arrest you immediately!"
"Look at your brain!" the Sorting Hat suddenly raised his voice and said: "It's full of messy Muggle knowledge! There's too much... Oh my god, is your brain made of a machine? Do you need some lubricant?
"
"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Stark asked in his mind.
The Sorting Hat was silent, as if he had never seen such a straightforward student. After a while, he said, "Which college do you want to go to?"
Just as Stark was about to speak, he heard the hat say to itself: "If I don't assign you to Ravenclaw, it will really damage my reputation, but in fact, I am also with you."
I see the courage of Gryffindor and the kindness of Hufflepuff in my heart, where do you want to go?"
Stark hesitated and said, "I heard that Gryffindor is the best house, is that true?"
"No, no, no, it's just the most famous college. There's no such thing as good or bad colleges in this school, only whether they are suitable for you."
"Do you think Ravenclaw is a good match for me?"
"The founder there once had a very famous motto - 'Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind'."
"I choose Ravenclaw." Stark said without hesitation.
"Okay!" The Sorting Hat raised his voice again, but this time, he did not call out the name directly, but gave a long attributive:
"There is a lucky college that will once again welcome an unprecedented genius, that is -"
Everyone below cheered, shouting the names of their houses, as if expecting the next celebrity to arrive, and at this time, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Wisdom belongs to Ravenclaw!"
When Stark walked down from the chair, the male teacher standing next to him smiled at him. When he walked back to his seat, the seniors and senior sisters came up to him and said to him: "You will like it here.
Yes, we have the best common room and library, and the best brains."
The candlelight began to sway, and the lively atmosphere continued. In the brightly lit auditorium, laughter and laughter continued. When Stark felt a little tired, they returned to their lounge under the leadership of their seniors.
Stark has not attended such a boarding school, but he has also heard rumors about Catholic boarding schools. He thought it would be a very strict school where everyone would do things strictly according to the Bible.
, 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 should have seen it. Have you seen this knocker? It is our guardian. You must answer the questions asked by the knocker before you can enter the lounge."
The senior student standing at the front raised her head high and said: "The Sorting Hat has recognized your wisdom, but every year there are many little fools who are locked out because they can't answer the questions. I think,
You don't want that to be yours."
"Today, I will demonstrate it first, and then it will be up to you to open the door yourself."
Stark was not shocked when he heard the door knocker speak. He used the reason "this is a dream" to convince himself to accept all the unreasonable things here.
After putting all this aside, he felt that it was all quite interesting. After all, it was rare to see someone answering the door knocker's question in a serious manner.
Walking into the lounge, Stark was a little surprised by the splendor here. It was not that he had no experience, but that he had never seen this style before. It was more like a scene that would appear in novels or movies.
Blue satin slid down the wall, rows and rows of bookshelves were placed against the wall, and the large curved floor-to-ceiling windows let the moonlight shine on the blue carpet. Everything looked strange and beautiful.
In this way, Stark had a dream in his dream. He dreamed that he went to school like ordinary people, listening to lectures, and doing homework. These things, which he originally thought were boring and a complete waste of time, were changed by this school.
After some style infection, it becomes wonderful.
When the morning light shone in his dormitory, when 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 was just a memory.
It's 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 of school is the spells class, where you will be taught how to use a wand to cast spells. Of course, in first grade, we learn the simplest spells."
"Those powerful magics that have been praised by everyone, you have 7 years to slowly learn them."