Chapter 390: Outrageous Suture (Part 2)

With a click, the door handle was turned. Stark was in a trance the moment he stepped in. When he woke up again, he found that there was a rippling lake in front of him.

Stark found himself sitting on a small boat, holding a paddle in his hand... Wait, in his hand?

Stark looked down at his hand and was surprised to find that it no longer had the ravines and lines as before, but became 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 returned to about 10 years old.

"What are you doing? Sit down and row!" A voice sounded behind him. He turned around and found that another child wearing the same clothes as him was waving at him.

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

The student behind him 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 around, the scene behind him stunned him.

The glittering lake reflected the brilliant lights, and looking up, a huge and magnificent castle stood in the distance, and the moonlight reflected on the lake floated with the lake, like a flag fluttering on the gate of a fantasy world.

Stark stared at the castle in a daze, the light reflected in his brown eyes, like relighting the fire of dreams for the gloomy sunset.

"It's beautiful, right?" The classmate behind him exclaimed: "I have seen it several times in my dreams after receiving the admission letter."

Stark sat down slowly, holding the oar in his hand, and began to row until the boat came to the shore. Many children wearing black robes like him were driven off the boat like ducks, and then 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 incomparably wonderful and beautiful scene.

At this time, a person who was also wearing a black robe but dressed 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 in the crowd and followed their movements. Because he got off the boat earlier, he walked in the front row. At this time, he just saw the male teacher who came to organize the team.

He wore a loose black robe, a pair of round-framed glasses, and there seemed to be a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Stark heard someone calling professor, and he felt a little strange, because this teacher looked very young, not at the age of being a professor.

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

He heard people whispering beside him: "Is that the principal? He's so young."

"Yeah, I heard that he was a professor of Herbology before, and he just became the new principal recently."

"Shh, don't make any noise, the Sorting is about to begin!"

"Sorting? What is that?" Stark turned around and asked the person next to him. The student next to him blinked and said, "Are your parents also Muggles? But you didn't even read the notes on the admission letter, did you?"

"This school has four colleges. Which college you will enter will be 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, but I heard that Gryffindor is the best college. Many famous wizards come from there. The representative animal there is the lion. I especially like lions..."

Stark listened to the student talking a lot about the four colleges. He turned his head back and forth and looked around. He found that the real and detailed scene here was not 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 on it brought by the years. There was only the young and energetic life beating in the tender blood vessels.

What was he doing when he was this age?

Stark thought, anyway, he definitely didn't go to boarding school with these children. He remembered that at that time he liked to stay in Howard's laboratory, fiddling with those mechanical parts, disassembling some toys, and then reassembling them.

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

Just thinking about this, he heard that the young male teacher stood next to a seat, holding a list in his hand and calling out names. Every time a name was read out, a student in a black robe ran up and sat on the chair.

The male teacher would pick up a hat and put it on his head, and what shocked Stark was that the hat actually spoke.

Well, this is a dream, and nothing in a dream is strange, right? When Stark was thinking this, he heard the hat suddenly shouted loudly: "Hufflepuff!"

Stark was startled by the sharp voice, and many students were like him, and a whisper broke out below, as if they were discussing the Hufflepuff College.

After listening for a while, Stark found that they seemed to call names by surnames, so it would take a while for him to get his turn, after all, surnames starting with S should be ranked later.

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 of him 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 he was electrocuted.

"Oh...oh..."

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

"Hey, wait!...What is this? What is this? My God! What is 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 at your head!" The Sorting Hat suddenly raised its voice and said, "It's full of messy Muggle knowledge! Too much...Oh my God, is your brain made of a machine? Do you need some lubrication?"

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

The Sorting Hat was silent, as if it had never seen such a straightforward student. After a while, it 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 sort you to Ravenclaw, it will really damage my reputation, but in fact, I also see the courage of Gryffindor and the kindness of Hufflepuff in your heart. Where do you want to go?"

I Stark hesitated for a moment, and said, "I heard that Gryffindor is the best college, is that right?"

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

"I choose Ravenclaw." Stark said without hesitation.

"Okay!" The Sorting Hat raised its voice again, but this time, he did not directly call out the name, but gave a long adjective:

"There is a lucky college that will once again welcome a genius that is rare in the world, that is--"

Everyone below cheered, they shouted the name of their college, as if looking forward to the arrival of the next celebrity, and at this time, the Sorting Hat shouted loudly: "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 came up to him and said to him: "You will like it here. We have the best common room and library, as well as the best brains."

The candlelight began to sway, and the lively atmosphere continued. In the brightly lit auditorium, there was constant laughter and joy. When Stark felt a little tired, they returned to their own lounge under the guidance of the seniors.

Stark had never been to such a boarding school, but he had heard rumors about Catholic boarding schools. He thought it would be a school with very strict management, and everyone would do things according to the Bible in a rigid manner, 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 should have seen it. Do you see this knocker? It is our guardian. You must answer the questions asked by the knocker before you can enter the common room."

The senior student standing in the front raised her head high and said, "The sorting hat recognizes your wisdom, but every year there are many little fools who are locked out because they can't answer the questions. I don't think you want that to be yours."

"Today, I will demonstrate it once, and you will open the door by yourself in the future."

When Stark heard the knocker speak, he didn't feel shocked. He used the reason of "this is a dream" to convince himself to accept all the unreasonable things here.

Putting these aside, he felt that it was all quite interesting. After all, it was rare to answer the knocker's questions seriously.

Walking into the lounge, Stark was somewhat surprised by the magnificence here. It was not because he had no experience, but because he had never seen this style before. It was more like a scene that would appear in a novel or a movie.

Blue silk slid down the wall, rows of bookshelves were placed against the wall, and the large curved floor-to-ceiling windows let the moonlight sprinkle on the blue carpet. Everything looked wonderful and beautiful.

In this way, Stark had a dream in his dream. He dreamed that he went to school, listened to classes, and did homework like ordinary people. These things that were originally boring and a complete waste of time in his imagination became wonderful after being infected by some styles of this school.

When the morning light sprinkled 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 it was just a dream, a long-lost dream could still make people 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 the school is the spell class. Here you will be taught how to use the magic wand to cast spells. Of course, in the first grade, we learned the simplest spells."

"Those powerful magics that have been praised by everyone, you have 7 years to slowly learn them."

"So now, take out your magic wands..."

Stark was stunned at the table.

Magic wand?

Magic? ? ?