The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 392 Outrageous Stitching
With a "click", the doorknob 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 the same as 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 ahead? That's our school, we have to row there!"

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

Bright 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, like a flag floating on the gate of a fantasy world.

Stark stared blankly at the castle, and 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 exclaimed, "I've seen it in my dreams several times since I received the admission letter."

Stark sat down slowly, holding the paddle with his hands, and started rowing until the small boat came to the shore unsteadily, and many children in 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 looked up blankly, looking at this incomparably wonderful and beautiful 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 followed their movements. Because he disembarked earlier, 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, It's 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? Didn't you see it?"

"There are four houses in this school. Which one you will enter is determined by a sorting hat. I want to go to Gryffindor the most. What about you?"

"Four colleges? Is there any difference between them?"

"Well, it's hard for me to say, 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, fiddling with the mechanical parts, taking apart some toys and putting them back together again.

Stark speculated in his mind, 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 in his hand and calling names. Whenever a name was read, a student in a black robe hurriedly I ran up and sat down on that chair.

The male teacher would hold a hat and place 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 this way, 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, as if they were discussing the school of Hufflepuff.

After listening for a while, Stark found that they seemed to be called by their surnames. It should take a while for him to turn, after all, 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 dusty hat fell on his head, he felt like an electric shock.

"oh oh……"

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

"Hey, wait!... What is this? What is this? 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 grease? "

"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?"

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 hurt my reputation, but in fact, I am also with you. Seeing 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."

"You think Ravenclaw is right 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: "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 seniors came up to him and said to him: "You will like this place. Yes, 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, laughter and laughter continued. When Stark felt a little tired, they returned to their lounge under the leadership of the seniors.

Stark had never been to this kind of boarding school, but he had also heard rumors about Catholic boarding schools. He thought it would be a school with very strict management, and 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 have all 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 there are many little fools who are shut out because they can't answer the questions. I think, You don't want that to be yours."

"Today, I will give a demonstration first, and then you will open the door yourself."

Stark didn't feel so 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 these aside, he thought it was quite interesting. After all, it was rare 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. These things that were boring and a waste of time in his imagination were replaced by the school's staff. After some style infection, it becomes 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 it was just a 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 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."

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

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

Stark froze at the table.

wand?

magic? ? ?

(End of this chapter)