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When Peter and Strange were pulled into the Sanctum of Thought, they were a bit confused. Strange was used to coming to the Dream Base after falling asleep, but what puzzled him was why this time they didn't land in the familiar high-level conference room, but in a corridor of a tall tower.

Peter couldn't make sense of what was happening. He remembered that one second he was playing games in front of the console, and the next second he suddenly appeared in a strange place.

Charles looked at Peter helplessly and said, "Kid, I'm not the strict type of parent, but playing games at 3 a.m. is a bit..."

Peter scratched his head, showing an embarrassed expression, and looked at Stark's displeased face. He explained, "It's not like this every day, but there was a new game release recently."

"Speaking of which, where is this exactly? How did I suddenly end up here, and why are all of you here too?"

Peter furrowed his brows and said, "My spider sense didn't go off at all. How did you guys bring me here?"

Charles explained the situation to the two newcomers, and then he said, "Dr. Connors is also staying up late doing research, but because the research he's working on is very important, abruptly stopping could be dangerous. That's why I didn't bring him here..."

Stark sneered and said, "When you hypnotized and brought me here, you didn't say that."

Charles sighed helplessly and said, "Alright, I can bring him here now if you can accept the fact that there will be hundreds of large lizards running around New York City tomorrow."

"Professor Charles, I understood what you just said, so what am I supposed to do now?" Peter asked.

"Let's go to my world first and study the issue of magic."

Steve didn't object, he just said, "Are you sure multiple people can go in?"

"We can give it a try. If it doesn't work, we can have Professor Charles pull us out. Besides, they just came in, so their spirits are more energized and can withstand a failure."

"You all go in together. I'll stay outside in case something unexpected happens." Charles turned and walked towards the railing, and the others followed Stark as they walked towards the door at the end of the corridor.

Stark was the first to enter the door. After a moment of confusion, he found himself back on the small boat. Sitting beside him were the three people who came in with him. They had all transformed into their childhood appearances, and looking at each other, they couldn't help but smile foolishly. The lights reflected on their innocent faces, making their eyes shine brighter than the stars.

What was more surprising was that the originally strongest and most robust Steve had become the thinnest and weakest. He was a skinny little boy wearing glasses, resembling the kind of nerd that often appeared in school.

Peter didn't change much because he was already young, just a bit smaller in proportion. His face looked almost the same. Young Stark and Strange were both good-looking, with Stark's eyes shining brightly.

Except for Stark, the other three looked at their arms and bodies curiously. Stark turned around and shouted, "Stop laughing and row the boat. We need to get off quickly so we can see the scenery from the front row."

The process from rowing the boat, getting off, to entering the hall was exactly the same, as if replaying a certain game from the beginning.

However, this time, the first one to be called was Peter. When he walked up to the chair, he tried to grab the hat with his hand, but the Sorting Hat dodged by tilting its head. When the hat was finally placed on his head, he still wanted to reach for the brim with his hand but was stopped by the teacher in time.

"How do you work? Do you have a brain? Where are your legs? Inside the hat or under the brim?" Peter blurted out a series of questions and then continued, "They said you can sort people into different houses based on their qualities, so how do you judge a person's qualities?"

"How many students have you sorted? Have you ever made a mistake? What if you make a mistake?"

Then, Peter heard the Sorting Hat take a deep breath, and suddenly, a deafening roar echoed in the hall:

"Gryffindor!

!"

Next, it was Steve Rogers's turn. He walked forward and curiously glanced at the hat, then obediently sat in his seat. When the teacher placed the hat on his head, the Sorting Hat let out a low, "Hmm..."

"Resolute, kind, brave. Child, you truly surprise me. You possess so many wonderful qualities..."

On the way, Steve had already heard Stark's preliminary introduction to the four houses. He asked the Sorting Hat, "Which house suits me better?"

"Well, actually, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff both suit you well, and Ravenclaw too. It mainly depends on which house you want to choose. Do you want me to introduce them to you?"

"Gryffindor is like a lion on the wild, they are exceptionally brave and fearless, always at the forefront. Of course, sometimes they can cause trouble due to recklessness."

"Hufflepuff is like a badger in the burrow, they are kind, united, and eager to share, but sometimes they can be indecisive due to being overly sensitive..."

"Oh! Wait! I sense it... In this aspect, you can't deceive yourself. You belong to... Hufflepuff!"

The table with the most people below erupted in cheers. Steve walked over with a smile, shaking hands and hugging them. The Sorting Hat was right, when he heard the qualities of Hufflepuff, a voice in his heart told him that he belonged here.

When Strange sat down, the Sorting Hat remained silent for a long time. Then it asked, "You have many strange things in your mind. Where did they come from?"

"Never mind that. Which house should I go to?"

"No, no, no, I must remind you that you have a lot of forbidden knowledge in your mind, which could jeopardize your safety. If you don't tell me the source, I will shout now and have the teachers come to stop you and your parents."

The Sorting Hat spoke in a serious tone, "I didn't expect it, after the great war, there would still be pure-blood parents teaching their children these forbidden dark magic knowledge. Which family are you from?... Hey, wait, what's your last name? Strange? Are you from a branch of the Strange family?"

Before Strange could explain, the Sorting Hat seemed to have imagined everything on its own. It said, "Well, these pure-blood families are always so audacious, thinking that by changing their names, I wouldn't see through them, huh?"

"This school has existed for thousands of years, and I am aware of certain rules. If you don't want your secrets to be discovered, it's best to..."

"Slytherin."

As the Sorting Hat pronounced that name, its tone became somewhat low, completely unlike its usual high and excited voice, as if echoing from distant history.

The group of people welcoming Strange was far less enthusiastic than the other houses. They just stood up, nodded politely, and one of the older ones stepped forward, shook his hand, and said, "Welcome here. You won't regret your choice because we are Slytherin."

After the Sorting, they all returned to their respective houses. It was quite magical that the four of them were sorted into four different houses, so they could only gather together when two of them had classes together.

The first class was the Spell class, attended by Ravenclaw and Slytherin, which allowed Stark to communicate with Strange about the usage of spells.

Since Stark had already gone through it once, he effortlessly cast the Levitation Charm. Strange didn't make any movements; he just focused on the wand in his hand, lost in thought. Stark noticed his actions and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Do you know? When I look at this wand, I don't see a source of power." Strange stared intently at the wand in his hand as if recalling something. He said, "If you've lived in Kamar-Taj for a while, you'll understand that magic and human society are completely disconnected."

"The education, production, and distribution that you see in human society do not apply in the magical world."

He twirled the wand in his hand and said, "What surprised me the most is that in this dream, there is actually an industry dedicated to making magical instruments. Have you heard them talking about it? There's a commercial street and a wand shop..."

Strange shook his head and continued, "In reality, this is almost impossible because even if we have the raw materials, the methods, and the producers, we don't have that many customers."

"Why?" Strange answered his own question, "Because magic is still a subject that cannot be widely taught. Whether a person can learn it or not doesn't depend on their learning ability, effort, or the time they put in. It depends on their luck."

He looked up at the blackboard and said, "And why do they have so many buyers and customers here? I think the answer lies here."

"They have a well-established education system, see? There are teachers, students, even textbooks and homework. They learn and grow here, then graduate and become members of the wizarding world, each playing their role in this world."

Strange sighed and said, "Since the moment we stepped into Space, I've been thinking that the mission of Kamar-Taj to guard Earth will not end because of human development and power. On the contrary, there are endless challenges waiting for us in Space."

"Magic, as the most special ability that humans can master, may not be the sharpest spear, but it is certainly the most solid shield. How to make this shield even harder to withstand the dangers that come one after another in Space is the question I have been pondering on."

"There is no doubt that to walk the path parallel to magic and technology, the one thing that magic lacks compared to technology is its accessibility."

"When ordinary humans start from recognizing numbers and doing arithmetic in elementary school, all the way to studying advanced mathematics in college, magic does not have this process."

"Is it because of the essence of magic that you are borrowing power from demon gods?" Stark asked.

"That's right, but learning how to borrow power is just the first step of magic. The reason why human magic is magical is that we have developed unique magical techniques."

"Have you seen teleportation gates as convenient as ours among several civilizations in the constellation of Cassiopeia? The mighty Kree, do they have mirror spaces? Can they use the crimson ribbon?"

"Do you think they don't want to do that?"

"Human creativity is a treasure in any field, but the problem with magic is that the threshold to master these techniques is too high."

"Because we borrow power from Spacedemon gods, young sorcerers are not allowed to borrow excessively powerful forces because they cannot control them. However, the less they practice, the less control they will have. Therefore, only those with exceptional talent can master these magical skills in this blindfolded state."

Strange looked down and looked at the small wooden stick. He said, "This gives me a new idea. Although the children who have just joined Kamar-Taj cannot directly borrow power from the demon gods, the older sorcerers can borrow the power and create magical items like this wand."

"This way, even young sorcerers have the opportunity to gradually familiarize themselves with magic. If combined with a system similar to this school, progressing step by step and learning slowly, perhaps the popularization of magic becomes possible."

"But the question is, what about the cost of borrowing power? Who will pay for it?"

Strange looked at Stark with some surprise and said, "Pay the cost? That's a thing of the past. Did you forget? The previous membership gifts and the fees paid by the demon gods, even if the great sorcerers go all out, it's enough for us to use until the next century."

Stark slapped his forehead, forgetting that Kamar-Taj had now become a middleman, consuming both the plaintiffs and defendants.

"Actually, the thing I most want to learn is the technique of making wands, but it seems like we can't leave this school." Strange touched his face and said with some regret, "I really want to know if they truly have a way to produce magical items smoothly and efficiently."

"Doesn't Kamar-Taj have such a method?" Stark asked curiously.

Strange shook his head and said, "Even the Supreme Sorcerer needs luck to create a protective treasure. It's not always successful. But here..." Strange turned to look at the students behind him and said, "Even the youngest sorcerers here have a wand in their hands."

"Not only that, I heard there are treasures left behind by the four founders of the four schools. It would be great if we could take a look," Stark said, rubbing his chin.

In fact, Stark was also interested in casting, even though it was magical casting. It might still be useful for him, considering he had a magical power source core.

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