This question is too difficult, I won't [comprehend]

If it's not human, then it's not human...Why is the timeline dragged backwards?

Lily questioned her head, raised her hand and patted the little girl who was looking up at her: "What are you looking at me for? Have you finished your homework?"

The little girl who was photographed had a look of resentment, but she was still obediently writing on the parchment with her quill pen in her hand.

Lily withdrew her gaze and opened her black book, staring at the very unscientific progress bar on the front page that only she could see, which appeared on paper items.

This means how long she will be a "ghost in the book".

Now the progress of the progress bar is 1% - Lily stared at it blankly for 10 minutes and found that it was motionless. She couldn't help but hopelessly thought that it might take 100 years for this bar to be read completely.

"Miss Merces."

On the other side of the desk, the young man who could not be seen by anyone other than Lily spoke softly: "Were you also a student at Hogwarts?"

The teenager who called himself "Riddle" had black hair and black eyes, and had an appearance that was definitely enough to be called handsome.When talking with people, the eyes are always full of concentration that makes people feel happy.Admittedly, even if he's a veritable ghost in a book right now, he's a very attractive type to women.

It's a pity that the only Lily Black Book that can see him is in his hand, and the black history is all there-Riddle is completely winking at the blind man.

Fortunately, when she was talking to Riddle, neither Jane nor Evans could see it, otherwise she would not be able to hide the diary from talking to herself in the air.

"Although you don't seem to believe it, I have already said that I am here only because of an accident that will be corrected soon." Lily regretted a little, and couldn't help but hear Riddle call her "beautiful lady". Zhu shuddered, and told him in the name of "Nemesis" in order to avoid hearing this name again.

But anyway, he shouted "Nemesis", Lily still felt a little comforted.

"I'm sorry to offend you." Riddle smiled and apologized very politely, "I just thought maybe you would be my senior sister...professor or something."

Lily glanced at him.

He still had a good-tempered smile, letting Lily's condescending and contemptuous eyes fall on him wantonly.

Lily "tsk tsk" was amazed, probably this is the person who does great things.Not only can he slice his own soul into a sashimi, but he also knows how to test people at such a young age, and he can bear it.

No wonder the magic world outside is now turned upside down by him.

"If you think so, then you can call me 'Professor Messes', you're calling me anyway, aren't you?" Lily glanced at the motionless progress bar again, and closed the black book, "And I think Rather than discussing whether to call me a professor or a senior, why not pay attention to your junior's homework? You see, she has been in trouble here for a long time."

After finishing speaking, she stood up from mid-air, and patted the dust that could not possibly exist on the clothes.Float into the bedroom with the black book.

Behind her, Riddle suppressed a pleasing smile, with a gloomy expression on his handsome face.Turning his gaze to Jane, who was scratching her head and writing a history of magic homework, he thought quickly.

As the first Horcrux split from the famous "Dark Lord" in the magic world when he was young, Riddle didn't keep much of the sunshine and beauty of his youth.

On the contrary, because of the time span, Riddle is the closest to the time in Voldemort's life that he hated the most.Therefore, he is not only a Horcrux, but also a memory that the original owner wanted to bury and an initial ambition.

The girl Jane was chosen to take herself out of the library, in fact, because of her unobtrusiveness and the vitality in her.That can replenish the power that Riddle occasionally consumes by showing up, and the extra part can also make him stronger.

—to be honest, he actually considers himself a separate entity from the "Dark Lord" Voldemort.He didn't want the painstaking and careful planning to end up being absorbed by Voldemort like jelly beans.

Riddle looked at the diary on Jane's right, and an inconspicuous red light flashed in his dark eyes—since he couldn't make a move on the target he was most interested in, he had to eat some "side dishes" to appetize.

After making up his mind, the diary on the desk immediately opened a few chapters automatically following his thoughts.

Sure enough, Jane was attracted—he grabbed the diary and put it in front of her, dipped the quill in ink, and prepared to play a little game of "can't write" for a while.

Riddle smiled, and he could already feel the life force surging in the girl.

The ink dripped onto the page and disappeared. Jane was about to do it again, but saw a beautiful English sentence gradually appearing on the page: "Whoareyou?"

Jane froze for a moment.

The girl looked around: she didn't see Lily, she shrank her neck, and replied with a nervous feeling of deserting in class: "Who are you?"

The beautiful cursive English seems to be waiting for a reply: "I am a student of Hogwarts, and my name is Tom Riddle. You can see my signature on the back of the book."

Jane immediately picked up the diary, and there was a somewhat vague signature on the back.

"I'm also a student at Hogwarts, my name is Jane. How can you talk to me? What grade are you in? Is this your magic item?" The girl's hands are fast, if it is a face-to-face conversation, Such a series of questions must make people feel a little disgusted.

But Riddle is worthy of being the young version of the Dark Lord, and he answered all of them patiently.This attitude won Jane's trust, and after a few words, he managed to make Jane complain about campus life and pour out her troubles in life to him like a friend.

Lily, who had been peeking at the bedroom, saw that something was wrong with the situation, and opened the black book and muttered, "Why is the little girl not vigilant at all, she's still a witch..."

There is no need for pen and paper, and a new name can be added to the black book with a thought. Lily watched the name of "Tom Riddle" appear in the book, and pondered for a moment: "Tutor Jane's homework until she graduates with all O's." Bar."

After careful preparation, Riddle thought he should get into the theme.

He was going to pull Jane into his memory and absorb her life force——

"Is there anything you don't know? I mean, my previous grades were not bad, maybe I can help."

Riddle was stunned looking at the handwriting on the diary, this sentence was not what he wanted to say.

Jane was about to yell "Long live Merlin". She hurriedly copied the topic of the history of magic homework that had troubled her for more than half a week into her diary, and attached a whole article of thanks.

Originally, Riddle didn't intend to pay attention to it—he swears, but for some reason, he instinctively started to think after seeing the topic. It is his understanding of this topic and the materials that can be used for reference in articles, such as the row, column, book, page, and sentence in the library.

Blushing with excitement, Jane grabbed the diary and parchment and ran to the library.Even the fact that Lily was still in the dormitory was forgotten.

Riddle: "..."

He finally looked at Lily who was standing at the door smiling and waving at him, gritted his teeth and decided to endure it.I don't believe that after leaving this range, I will be influenced by the other party.

"..."

Ten minutes later, Riddle floated behind Jane with a blank expression, helping her with her homework one lesson after another.

Sending away the ghostly version of the dark lord boy, Lily was pleasantly surprised to find that the progress bar was moving!

——1.1%!

No matter how much, it's a good thing to move!

Not long ago, Lili, who felt hopeless to recover her body, hugged the black book happily and nestled into the soft sofa. She was temporarily staying here and planned to take a nap. Maybe the black book would surprise her when she woke up?

After nearly 48 hours of work, Tony was taken by Pepper who broke into the studio, took Happy and Jarvis, turned off his equipment and took him to the bedroom to rest.

Pepper is familiar with how to extinguish his discontent: "Vision II will take over your job in 10 minutes, and if you have any ideas—tell him when you wake up. I asked Jarvis, you Now you are repeating the experiment, and there are 180 or two listed materials that you haven’t tried yet, and I believe Vision can complete this part perfectly.”

Tony leaned back on the bed, still wanting to struggle under Happy's "watching": "When I was experimenting with the second type, I thought of the 32 materials to be tested later."

Pepper was expressionless, standing next to Happy, and their four eyes shot something at the same time that made Tony slip from the reclining position into a flat lying position.

So the worried duo nodded slightly satisfied to Tony who was lying peacefully on the bed.

"If you really can't fall asleep, look at something that helps you sleep."

Pepper finally placed an original book on Tony's bedside, and Tony glanced at it—a collection of poems—okay, it really is a sleep aid type of book.

But it was better than nothing, after confirming that Vision had officially taken over his work and started the experiment, Tony picked up the book boredly and opened it.

Although he is a genius in science and engineering, he does not lack literary talent. In fact, he has read this Yeats poetry collection very early.

But looking at it again at this time, it has a new feeling.

"She stands by the window, with a mass of apple blossoms blooming beside her; she is so radiant, as if she herself were the sun-drenched petals." (Note)

This is Yeats's poem describing the love at first sight when he met Maurer Gonney.

Tony looked at the verses on this page, and couldn't help but think of the blonde girl in the Avengers base, pushing the big box out of the laboratory, even though she was exhausted, she caught everyone's attention when she smiled.

After reading quietly for a while, Tony raised his hand and put down the book.The anxiety overflowing in my heart and some indescribable panic were suddenly relieved.

Jarvis had already adjusted the indoor environment to the most suitable state for sleep. It took only a few minutes for his tense nerves to relax, and Tony, whose eyes were blue and black due to lack of rest, fell asleep unconsciously.

He didn't notice that the collection of poems by the bed shook slightly.

"Tony, wake up Tony, you should go to the banquet....Happy, bring your suit up."

Once the brain that has not rested for a long time falls into a deep sleep, it is difficult to wake up, and Tony turned over in a daze.He didn't remember any banquet he had to give up his sleep time to attend.

"..."

As a result, when he woke up, he was already sitting in the back seat of the car in a suit, and he was at the door of a certain banquet venue with Happy.

Tony looked at the suit on his body: "well, you are getting more and more proficient, Happy."

Happy in the front row turned his head, expressionless: "Don't you think I'm so skillful in changing your clothes that it hurts your heart?"

Tony said: "Why do you feel bad? It's not that I won't give you money."

Happy: "..." Turning around silently, he began to mutter again about the resignation report he had revised a hundred and eighty times but never appeared in front of Tony's eyes once.

Tony in the back seat habitually took out his sunglasses from the jacket pocket of his suit - when his fingers passed over his chest, a strange sense of disobedience burst into his brain, but he didn't grab it immediately.

"Today's banquet is also very boring, you won't wait for me for too long." Tony said after putting on his sunglasses.

Happy glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Who said I'd be waiting for you?"

Tony decided not to expose Happy's duplicity in view of his old feelings, he pushed the door and got out of the car, and then saw Happy's steering wheel swung out of his sight.

"???"

No matter how unbelievable Tony was, he still had to put on his sunglasses and pretend that after he finished the banquet, the driver was still waiting at the door for him to calmly approach the banquet venue.

Such celebrity gatherings generally have extremely strong security and stricter invitation checks-but for Tony, there is no need for invitations at all, his face is his passport.

Walking into the hall, he picked up the wine glass casually.

Tony wears his shades indoors too, but no one ever brings that up.They usually only approach him with wine glasses and smiles, come to greet him, and get close.

Who made him Tony Stark?

Taking a sip of the champagne, Tony raised his glass and looked critically.

"Mr. Stark, good evening." A woman with long dark brown hair, fair skin, and bright appearance came slowly and raised a glass to him with a decent smile.

"Good evening." Tony was in a good mood, and accepted the beauty's gesture of embracing his arm, and the subtle sense of disobedience disappeared without a trace in his familiar environment.

"I didn't expect to be able to cross the century with Mr. Stark. I think this event is enough for me to celebrate until the next century." The bright beauty smiled coquettishly, her crooked eyes filled with the light from the chandelier above her head.

Tony turned up his wrist and looked at his watch pretendingly: "Oh, then you can still celebrate for four hours. Cherish the time."

Perhaps it was because this was a cross-century banquet, so the people on the field were a little daring that was not common in the past.

This bright beauty was one of them. She put one hand on the front of Tony's suit, and her curvy body was close to the latter. "Yes, we should cherish time... us."

"Hey, you know, it is said that today is the end of the world."

"Please! Don't tell me that you really believe this kind of words, is it really the end of the world and you still have the mood to hold a banquet?"

"How can you guess the mind of the big man? Maybe there is a spaceship under our feet, just wait for the sky to fall, and we will lift off to find a new Garden of Eden amidst the cheers of our survivors."

"Your rich imagination should really be a reporter instead of a model."

The whispered conversation not far away reached Tony's ears, and he looked over with some interest.A few beautiful girls are standing together discussing something in a low voice - it is the most popular "eschatology" throughout the year.

But what Tony is interested in is not them, but the other standing at a distance not too close to them, leaning against the bar counter, showing his body line perfectly, with his long hair half-hidden so that in this lively atmosphere Some out of place "cold beauty."

"Lily, what do you think?"

The discussion of several people can no longer be resolved internally, and an "outsider" must make a ruling.

The girl who was called had no choice but to straighten her body, her long hair was gently pushed aside by her and fell on her shoulders and shook a few times.

Tony looked at her and suddenly remembered a perfume - he couldn't quite remember when he smelled it, but he always remembered the smell: fresh grassy top notes, sweet fragrance in the middle notes, the strongest base notes But it's not annoying, but it makes people want to take a deep breath and take all that smell into their chest.

"Maybe today is indeed the end of the world, and then at twelve o'clock, we realize that we are not at a banquet—but at a show with three minutes to go."

The girls around Lily: "..."

However, Lily still said: "But we haven't changed our clothes, we haven't put on makeup, and we haven't done any styling."

The faces of the beauties were ugly one by one: "That's right! This is really the end of the world!"

— the end of the day for models.

In particular, they are all models who are stuck in a certain career bottleneck period. At this stage, they absolutely cannot accept any mistakes that affect their business capabilities.

After what Lily said, several people did not intend to continue discussing the topic of "the end of the world", for fear that they would enter the real end of the world described by Lili when they closed their eyes and opened them again.

"Mr. Stark?"

The female companion next to him whispered suspiciously in his ear, and Tony realized that he was actually eavesdropping on someone's conversation—no, he was clearly standing here and listening openly.

"Honey, it's still a long time tonight-a century is as long, don't worry." Tony smiled back to his senses, although he didn't look directly into his honey-like eyes, but the female companion still tuned in Tony's familiar .Cheek flushing in the means of affection.

As the hour hand gradually moved towards the twelve mark, the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more heated.Tony didn't even know how many glasses he drank, and he didn't even know that his female companion walked away.

That beauty was just going to the bathroom to touch up her makeup, and when she came out again, Tony was dragged away by someone who persuaded him to drink.

The girls who came with Lily were all drunk, hugging their "drinking buddies" and laughing loudly.And she still remembered that she took a taxi, in order to avoid going out after the banquet, although she was very excited, she still restrained her alcohol intake below the "drunk" line.

Even so, she is still a beauty with watery eyes, blond hair and blue eyes and a perfect figure.

There is an endless stream of men who strike up a conversation, but as the preface, Lily, who is stuck in the bottleneck period of her career, cannot bear any mistakes on and off the court—even if it may be just a normal romantic night for the American people.

Alone, she stands out more and more in the crowd.

The only good thing left after the failure of the person who struck up a conversation was that her side gradually became quiet, and Lily was able to sit obediently with her aching head supported.

However, as the "storm center" of a certain banquet approached, the surroundings that were swept by her returned to the noisy environment.

Lily blinked, and looked up at the man coming under the guard of the crowd - oh, Tony Stark.

... I heard that his monthly female partner is the cover girl. Today, the century has passed, so isn't this month's female partner equal to being with him for a century? ——Wow, it's a bit powerful.

In fact, Lily, who was already a little drunk, thought blankly.

"Miss." Tony walked in front of her, looking straight at her with amber eyes full of honey, "Has anyone said that you are suitable for being a model?"

The sun fell on her face unobstructed, Lily propped up her body, and turned her head to look out of the window in a daze—strange, why did she dream about the past again?

new York

Vision is experimenting with the effect of the 250th third of the material left by Tony.Wanda sat on a small sofa not far away, and walked over boredly to watch Vision's movements, looking at him with eyes full of love.

"Before you said that you don't want to help him with this." Wanda hit a strange thing with her knee, she bent down, and said to Vision.

Vision's dual-purpose answer: "Because there was Jarvis before. But now Jarvis is not as good as me. It is reflected-he has no entity."

Wanda took out a package of frozen dried strawberries from under the vibrating metal parts under the cabinet with a strange expression, and quickly opened the package after thinking for two seconds.

"Want to eat?" she asked, raising her hand.

Vision without robot consciousness opened its mouth and ate the frozen dried strawberries in Wanda's hand.

Jarvis, who was forced to watch the whole process: "..." Oh, there will be an electric leakage in a while.

Wanda also stuffed a piece of frozen dried strawberries into her mouth. I have to say that sweets are really the number one thing that can soothe people's hearts.

"I thought about it."

There was a voice outside the door that everyone knew who it was. Tony, who was wearing a racerback vest and was so casually dressed that he almost put on an oil-stained jacket, walked in.

"No need to experiment, I'm going to use this directly." Tony tapped the ark reactor on his chest with his fingertips, excitedly: "I should have thought of it a long time ago-isotopes! There is no more perfect way to cause resonance than isotopes, and The loss can be minimized, except that the amount of energy input needs to be re-regulated... no, maybe there is no need to regulate."

He was busy all by himself, "Jarvis, call out the nanomaterials saved last time."

"Okay, Sir." Jarvis linked the little clumsy hand to send what Tony needed.

Vision and Wanda looked at each other, but Wanda, who was more sensitive to emotions, asked first, "You look happy?"

She was still a little awkward when she asked—her feeling for Tony was still a little subtle, if it wasn't because of the connection with Vision at this moment, she would never have opened her mouth.

Tony paused for a moment, propping his chin with one hand and stroking his beard, thinking: "Happy? I just feel that I sleep very comfortably this time. Jarvis, order a set of Yeats's poems, translations in various languages .”

Jarvis immediately and faithfully executed the operation.

Wanda was keenly aware of something. Under the phantom's sideways gaze, she moved her fingers slightly, and a ray of scarlet light slowly approached Tony——

She and Vision met eyes again.

The chaotic reality magic was unable to invade Tony's brain, and another kind of energy was protecting him.

What kind of sleep did Tony get?

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, the hero has been confirmed to be Nini. Congratulations to Nini's stock price limit.

The plot of the HP dungeon is not too much, mainly for the sake of being independent and smoothing out the emotional line, and will return to Chaoying later. Although the world has been saved, it is not over so quickly.However, I have already started to save new articles, and I will publish them first after I have saved enough 3W. Regardless of whether this article is finished or not, CP is the Dutch spider, and the heroine is the best. If you are interested, you can collect it first.The tone of the full text of that article is all jokes, there will be no more in-depth things like this article, and saving the world is even more... (hesitating to speak).

Cough there is no update in the early morning, please don't stay up late!

This chapter (note) comes from Yeats’s modern poems, hereby marked~