Stark's attitude towards magic is very rational. He believes that it is a power that can be exploited. If a person spends his whole life studying this power and utilizing it to the extreme, then he is still worthy of admiration.
scholars.
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, Stark always believes that this is not a
An ability that can be learned systematically.
The magic he has come into contact with is the kind used by Strange. It is full of too many occult terms and ambiguous hints. Its learning method does not even reach the level of teaching by words and deeds. The master even
I am not responsible for showing you the way in. My practice from beginning to end is up to me.
Stark prefers to make everything as accurate as possible. He hopes that there will be a result if there is a cause, and that input and output can have a clear value that can be quantified, rather than just saying "it depends on your understanding."
Therefore, when he heard the words magic and wand, he knew that he was in the wrong place.
A school for learning magic? Stark couldn't imagine it, because in his view, a school is a place where knowledge is systematically taught, and a subject that does not have any systematic education plan at all has to be taught in a school.
, completely misleading.
Stark thought for a while. The other students all took out their wands. The teacher looked at Stark who stayed there. He shook his head helplessly, cleared his throat, and then used his hand to
A light tap of the wand.
A cluster of small sparks bloomed in front of Stark, bringing him back to his senses. He felt in his pocket, then took out a small wooden stick and held it in his hand.
He had discovered this thing since last night, but he had no idea that it was actually a magic tool.
Look, that's what magic is, this is really 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 expectation. Stark did not hear those ambiguous words, such as perception, induction, communication, destiny, etc.
He heard the teacher say: "First of all, I want to remind you how to hold the staff. Some people like to hold the staff with their index finger and thumb. Most wizards like to do this, but there are some people who are more special. They like to use
It's okay to hold the staff between your index and middle fingers, or between your middle and ring fingers, it just depends on you."
"But there is no doubt that you need to find a comfortable position to hold it. The next thing to note is that when waving the staff, don't swing your arms too much, but use the skill of your wrist.
"
"This is also the main point of the levitation technique that we will talk about in this lesson. Its basic spell-casting action is 'swing and shaking'..."
"First, let's practice waving the stick, and then we can add the spell. Now do it with me, one wave, one shake, one wave...one shake..."
Stark turned his head left and right and found that the others had already started to take action. He quickly picked up the wand and started to follow suit.
For a normal 10-year-old child, this action is not too difficult, not to mention Stark, who has adult wisdom. Soon, he did it very well and even received praise from the teacher.
When he heard the teacher say, "Anthony did a good job, let him set an example for everyone," Stark nodded reservedly and said, "Thank you, just call me Tony."
As he spoke, he raised his wrist and waved his wand lightly, drawing a graceful arc in the air. The teacher applauded and others cast envious glances.
After doing all this, Tony was stunned again. What on earth was he doing? Why was he competing with these kids? What was the point of it?
But he has to admit that this is a completely new field for him. 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.
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"Next, we're going to talk about the incantation part. Say it after me, Yugardim - Leviosa -!"
After the class ended, Stark was still waving his wand. He had successfully made the feathers float, but he felt that he could do better. After the teacher announced that get out of class was over, the classmate next to him pulled him. Only then did he react.
Stark suppressed the excitement in his heart. When a brand new field was presented to him, he would study it without sleep or food, but obviously, there was still the next class to listen to, and there was more.
What amazing things are waiting for him to witness.
The teacher in the second class was very familiar. It was the male teacher who received them on the day of the branch. He pushed up his glasses and said: "I am the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This is a class that teaches you how to defend against dangerous black magic."
Subject, let’s start class next.”
"Defence 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 once dealt with personally. He was
Known as the most powerful demon in history..."
The students' interest was aroused and they listened attentively. Stark listened to a lot of stories and regretted not learning any new spells.
After a hurried lunch in the auditorium, the first class in the afternoon was called flying class. Stark felt 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 was stunned again.
"Now, stretch out your hands and shout 'Get up' to it!"
The students all stretched out their hands and shouted at the broom. Stark stood there hesitantly. He had a bad feeling, but at this time, the flying teacher's eyes had already glanced over, and Stark had no choice but to
Slowly stretched out his hand and shouted to the broom: "Get up."
With a "bang", the broom was like seeing a long-lost relative, and it hit Stark's face directly, causing him to stumble a few steps and fall to the ground.
The students around them all widened their eyes, and the flying class teacher said: "It seems that we are going to 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 squeezing the broom's neck, looked at it up and down, and then looked at the flying class teacher.
Sure enough, under his gaze, the flying teacher got on the broom and said: "Now, like me, get on the broom and push your legs on the ground..."
Stark covered his eyes again. This was all too outrageous, far beyond the scope of his cognition.
If in reality, someone told him to believe that a broom could fly, and to mount it seriously and push on the ground with his legs, then Stark would definitely give him a punch.
But in order to make this dream last, Stark still did it. He had just stepped on the broom, and before his legs hit the ground, the broom jumped up with a "swish", and then directly took him to dozens of places.
meters in the air.
Stark grabbed the front end of the broom tightly. He had to admit that he was a little scared now. Flying in a mecha to an altitude of several thousand meters was still iron-clad flesh. But now, even if it is only a few dozen meters, it is still flesh.
It's wrapped in iron. If he doesn't catch it and falls, he will definitely be smashed into a pulp.
Stark kept fighting with the broom in the air, but the broom seemed to have a mind of its own and insisted on going against him. Stark asked him to lower it, but it insisted on raising it. The two were in a stalemate for a long time.
, it was the flying class teacher who finally 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 you have a flying lesson, just wait for me!"
The last class of the day was Potions class. As soon as he walked into the classroom, Stark saw an extremely familiar figure, that was Schiller in black robes.
When Schiller saw Stark walking in, his eyes widened, and then he looked him up and down, showing an interested smile. Stark stood there staring at him, but Schiller walked near the podium and said
: "Everyone go back to your seats and sit down, the class is about to begin."
"As you can see, this class is a Potions class. This is a course that is a little different from other subjects. I really like what the former professor said..."
"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of potion preparation."
"This is different from waving a magic wand and casting a spell, and it is also different from the magic in your mind, but it is still full of charm."
Stark felt that the Schiller on the stage was different from the Dr. Schiller he usually saw. In addition to being younger in appearance and voice, he also seemed more active. He guessed that this might be the result of Schiller in his youth.
le.
When Schiller began to teach how to prepare potions, Stark's eyes gradually lit up. He was familiar with this!
There are formulas, recipes, rations, and magical and convenient magic. Isn't this a subject tailor-made for him?
The first Potions class didn't teach any very complicated formulas, but Stark was very engaged and couldn't wait to try it.
But during the actual process of making the potion, Stark discovered that it required more educational background in biology and chemistry rather than mechanical engineering and physics. He touched his chin as if thinking about something.
The day's class ended like this. On the way back to the dormitory, Stark was alone, so he had to face the door knocker problem alone.
He walked to the door of the Ravenclaw lounge, and then heard the hawk-beak knocker ask him: "Do you think more than 40 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 around and glanced at the door knocker, but said nothing.
It was another quiet night and a good night's sleep.
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 next figure that appeared was Stark. When Charles saw him coming, he was a little surprised and said, "I thought Steve would be the second one to come back."
Stark sighed deeply and said, "You will never believe why I came back here."
Listening to the anger in his tone, Charles asked curiously: "Why?"
"Because of a broken broom!"
"I fell off a damn broom!!!"
Just when he was about to tell Charles about the extremely unsatisfactory flying lesson the next day, Steve's figure appeared. His face was full of exhaustion, and his voice was hoarse and he said: "You will never believe what I just went through.
What happened..."
"You have no idea how scary that place I just went to is!!"