[Comprehensive English and American] The years I opened a grocery store in Queens

Tony propped his head up to watch Isabella beside him brewing the potion with great interest, and he couldn't help wondering where she got so many messy materials.

"Where is your school?"

Ever since he learned of Isabella's status as a witch, he has been very interested in the magic school she attended.

"In England, you can enter from platform nine and three-quarters of King's Station in London, but ordinary people can't see that platform." Isabella replied, and she sprinkled a handful of four-horned horn powder into the cauldron.

Tony Stark doesn't like the term Normal.

"Why did your father choose to send you there to study?"

"It wasn't my father who chose to send me there to study," Isabella observed the color change of the reagent in the crucible. The beige reagent just now turned completely yellow after adding the horn powder of the four-cornered beast. She answered Tony while preparing the reagent. question, "Hogwarts chose me."

"Magic chose me," she added.

After Isabella entered Hogwarts, she realized that there are distinctions between pure-blood wizards and half-blood wizards in the wizarding world. At least one of their parents is a wizard, but her parents should not be wizards——Professor X is very sure Her biological parents weren't wizards - the gift of magic came to her.

Isabella has always secretly felt that she was chosen by magic.

"You didn't think it was a scam at the time. Don't look at me like that. I respect your alma mater very much. They trained you as an excellent witch. Look, you can make all kinds of colorful water. The bottle in front of you It's like..."

The direct description that came out of Tony's mind was "like ketchup squeezed out of a bad yellow tomato", but he knew that what came out of his mouth at the moment should be a compliment, so he stopped in time and didn't say anything .

Isabella glanced at him, and he was half-sentenced, as if the car had run out of gas halfway up a mountain, so she guessed that he had nothing good to say.

"When I was 11 years old, an owl sent me an admission letter to Hogwarts. People as knowledgeable as my father had never heard of Hogwarts. At that time, I received an admission letter. Books are just miraculous, but you can’t deny its existence just because it’s so miraculous.” Isabella is like a philosopher.

After adding the moonstone powder, the reagents in the crucible gave off a strange smell, like the aroma of baby shower gel.

Isabella curled her mouth, and the age-reducing reagent was about to be successfully refined.

Isabella, who was immersed in the joy that the potion was about to be successfully brewed, didn't notice that Tony had moved closer to her at some point, his elbow lightly touched her arm, and his head turned in her direction.

"Aren't you the kind of person who believes in the existence of gods in the world? You wizards also seek the protection of gods?"

If Tony Stark also received the Hogwarts admission letter, Isabella felt that he would most likely be in the same college as her, and his thirst for knowledge was too strong.

"What we believe in is Merlin, who is the most powerful wizard, still living in the world today, and can hear the sincere prayers of wizards," Isabella said, "so maybe there really are gods in Norse mythology, like O'Neill. Ding, Thor..."

Tony had no choice but to hide his face. He believed in science from the beginning to the end. Isabella told him that the real magic world had already made him feel unbelievable. Now she also told him that there might be gods in the world.

What Tony didn't expect was that soon after, he really met the gods, and one of the gods tried to attack the earth.

After a long, long time, what Isabella said today suddenly flashed in Tony's mind. He must admit that magic is everywhere, and danger is accompanied by magic. If he had known at that time that there was a purple sweet potato eyeing the entire universe, he would have taken timely countermeasures , the situation in the world may become different.

But those are all things that Tony needs to worry about in the future. Now Tony is holding a small cup in his hand, which is filled with the age-reducing agent prepared by Isabella, frowning in embarrassment.

"I added honey to it, so it should taste sweet." Isabella looked at him and said.

Really sweet.

But he still couldn't drink it. After drinking it, he became a child. He had to follow Isabella after walking a few steps, with short legs!

"If you don't want to drink, then don't drink."

Tony thinks that Isabella has become bad, and I don’t know which bastard taught it. The words in her mouth are so understanding, but she definitely doesn’t mean it. If he doesn’t drink, Tony Stark The name is not a high score in her heart, and it is estimated that it will drop to a negative score.

Forget it, even if he becomes a child, he, Tony Stark, is still the most likable child.

Holding the cup, Tony took a gulp. Sure enough, as Isabella said, she added honey in it, which tasted sweet. Tony licked the remaining liquid at the corner of his mouth and found that his beard had disappeared.

He touched his chin, and the stubble chin became smooth, and then he found that the surrounding chairs and tables had become much taller, and Isabella, who was half a head shorter than him, seemed to be taller Quite a lot, the clothes on his body were hanging loosely on his body, the soles of his feet only took up half of the shoes, leaving the second half empty.

"I said..." As soon as Tony spoke, his voice turned into an immature child's voice. After he was sure that the soft voice came from himself, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, and looked at Isa with caramel-colored eyes in surprise. Bella.

Isabella's eyes showed the same astonishment as his. She knew about the effect of age-reducing agents, but she didn't expect Tony to be so cute when he was a child, so cute that she had the urge to swear.

He is small, with big caramel-colored eyes blinking, long and thick eyelashes, a straight and straight nose, curly and messy taupe hair nailed on his head, as delicate and beautiful as a rag doll.

God, why let him grow up!

"If you looked at me like this before, I think I would be very happy." Tony saw Isabella's eyes were a little unhappy, although her loving eyes were projected on himself, it was obvious It is maternal care, which is too different from a woman's love.

Listening to Tony's soft childish voice, Isabella's heart softened into a piece of cotton candy. She didn't care about the disgust in his words, and reached out to rub his curly hair, but he patted it back with disgust.

"When can I change back?"

Isabella counted the days for him: "I became a cat for seven days, and you also have to become a child for seven days. You can't miss one day. In the other seven days, I lost a lot of customers. You have to attract a lot of customers."

Tony's original clothes don't fit him now, so she has to take him out to buy clothes. Before that, she has to borrow Little Peter's clothes for emergency.

It happened to be the weekend, and little Peter didn't have to go to school. After receiving a call from Isabella, he came over holding his clothes.

Little Peter wondered why Isabella needed his clothes. Isabella's explanation was that her nephew came over. As soon as he entered the store, he saw Isabella's nephew, who was sitting in In front of the counter, with his head propped on his hands, he was meditating, with a bad complexion.

After little Peter came in, he glanced at little Peter and sighed deeply: "Just put the clothes on the counter, kid."

Little Peter couldn't reach the counter at all. After Little Peter explained this point, Little Tony showed disgust. He looked at Little Peter the same way he looked at Little Douding.

He still doesn't have enough awareness of his new identity, and he doesn't know that he is already shorter than Little Bean Ding Peter. If Peter is Little Bean Ding, he is a wheat sprout, or the one that just sprouted leaves.

Isabella went into the back room and brought some zizi honey candies to little Peter: "Thank you!"

She now has two beautiful dolls in her shop.

Little Peter took it and thanked Isabella in a childish voice.

Little Tony snorted coldly: "What is that?"

"Zizi honey candy."

Tony already ate sweets, and children love sweets. He looked at the honey candy in Little Peter's hand, and pouted: "Why don't I have any?"

"Only good kids."

Little Peter would let her rub his hair, which was always extra warm and soft.

Little Tony glared at Little Peter, and Little Peter felt very baffled.

In fact, besides delivering clothes to Isabella, little Peter came here this time to ask for Isabella's proof.

He motioned Isabella to squat down, approached Isabella's ear, and asked her in a low voice: "Sister Isabella, I saw you repaired the shop with magic that day. Are you really a witch?"

"What are you two whispering?" Little Tony was very unhappy seeing this scene.

Isabella was surprised. She looked at little Peter's innocent eyes, and couldn't bear to deceive such a child. She said to little Peter, "Yes, but you must keep it a secret!"

Little Peter nodded solemnly and stretched out his hand: "Let's pull the hook."

"Hanging on the hook for 100 years is not allowed to change, whoever changes is a big pig."

For children, Lagou is like a covenant in the wizarding world. Isabella and little Peter Lagou didn't notice Little Tony's gloomy face the whole time.

After little Peter left, Isabella heard little Tony say: "You are so childish!"

His tone was sour.

"Peter is a good boy." Isabella looked at him helplessly, not sure why he was fussing so much with a child. "Besides, he admires you very much and is your fanatic fan."

Isabella heard from Aunt May that in order to protect his idol, little Peter even went to the Hammer Industry Expo dressed up as Iron Man.

"That at least shows that he has good taste."

Little Tony jumped down from the chair: "I want to hook up with you too."

"What do we have to hook?"

Little Tony stubbornly wrapped her little finger around hers: "You can never give me the forgetting curse you said that day."

His baby fat has not faded, and his whole body is like a small dumpling, but his face is serious: "The hook is hanging for 100 years and must not change. Whoever changes is a big pig."