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In the biological laboratory of Stark Tower, Peter was staring at the pile of hay on his desk, lost in thought. Connors walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you always daydreaming lately?"

"And what are these? Didn't I remind you not to bring this kind of junk into the lab?"

"This isn't junk, I'm conducting an experiment..."

"Oh? What kind of experiment?" Connors asked as he took off his gloves. Peter looked at the messy pile of hay in front of him and said, "I had a dream where they used some strange materials and magic to concoct magical potions."

"Some can immediately make people pass out, some can immediately cure colds, and I heard from the teachers there that some potions can make people lucky or even prolong their lives."

"I was thinking, there are materials and magic in reality too, so why can't we create these kinds of potions?"

Connors pushed his glasses up and said, "Peter, having imagination is a good thing."

As he spoke, he walked over and fiddled with the hay that Peter had collected, saying, "But you can't expect these things to magically turn into the magical potions you're talking about. Even with magic, I don't think it would be possible."

"That's right, I've also discovered that when I had Mr. Stark use his magic power core to output power to these things, they had no reaction at all."

"Mr. Stark said that magic also depends on... affinity? If they're not made of special materials, magic won't react with them."

Peter leaned on the table, propping his cheek up with his hand, and said, "It seems that I've oversimplified things. Even though the dream was vivid, it's still just a dream. There are too many problems when it comes to reality."

Seeing Peter's disappointed expression, Connors walked over and sat next to him, staring at the hay with him. He didn't ridicule Peter, but instead said very seriously, "If you have such an idea, you should think about whether there are other ways to achieve it, instead of attributing your failure to your ideas being too strange."

"Think about it, when those great scientists first proposed their own ideas, they were seen as crazy by ordinary people and were even ridiculed, and told that they were just dreaming."

"But in the end, they really turned their dreams into reality and created today's human scientific community. Greatness always originates from seemingly impossible jokes, doesn't it?"

Peter turned to look at Connors, but Connors stood up and said, "Peter, I've said it before. Your genius brain is more capable of changing the world than being Spider-Man to save the world."

"Although I often say that you're not just Spider-Man, Spider-Man is also you, and you are Spider-Man."

"If you're willing to put in various efforts to save the citizens of New York, patrol New York every day, train your combat skills, join the Superhero Squad, and complete various tasks..."

"If you apply this kind of willpower to realizing your ideas, you might make amazing progress, too?" ...

After speaking, Connors left, and Peter sat alone at the lab table, looking at the thin and hasty hay. He murmured to himself in a low voice, "Peter is Spider-Man, and Spider-Man is Peter..."

At noon, in the cafeteria of Stark Tower, Schiller and Stark were sitting at the same table eating. Schiller looked up and saw Stark staring at his plate. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Then he glanced at Stark's plate, which had a lot of food on it, and asked, "Why aren't you eating your own? Why are you looking at mine?"

Looking at the messy food on Schiller's plate, Stark sighed and said, "I'm really relieved. Do you know that when you were taking the beef patty just now, my heart was pounding?"

"What's wrong with the beef patty? Is it because of the recent rumors of mad cow disease in the West?"

"Of course not. Do you remember your other personality? When he eats, he always moves a round thing back and forth. To be honest, I can only tell which personality you are based on this characteristic.""No wonder you removed me from the blacklist at the Stark Tower restaurant..."

"Are you planning to empty out the Stark Tower again? I'm telling you, it's impossible. To prevent this from happening again, I have prepared more supplies than you can imagine!"

Schiller took a bite of the beef patty and said, "Oh, really? I wasn't planning on doing that, but now that you mention it, I'm a bit curious. Can I come here for dinner tonight? And bring Peter and that yellow-haired rat with me."

"No!" Stark replied firmly, tapping his fork on his plate. "Seriously, what's the deal with that alter ego of yours? Who is the real you?"

"If I told you that neither of us is the primary personality, what would you think?"

Stark stopped eating, with the fork still in his mouth. He just sat there for a moment, then sighed and said, "If this was before, I might have been a bit shocked, but ever since these past few nights, where I've been dreaming about that game called Magic Academy in your mind palace, I feel like it's normal."

"How's your progress in the game? I haven't had a chance to check lately. Do you want another new gift pack?"

"No need!" Stark replied again, going through each person's progress. "I attended a reading club hosted by Ravenclaw and got the best score in every classroom test. Recently, I've been interested in alchemy, but unfortunately there are no corresponding courses in school."

"You should know Peter's situation the best. He excels in potion classes and is also good at Quidditch. He's naturally suited for flying in the air, and is said to be the most promising seeker in this year's class."

"Steve has become a beater, but I think he should be a goalkeeper. He has a good reputation in Hufflepuff, you know, the one that's helpful..."

"As for Strange, I don't really understand that Slytherin house. It seems like a group of crazy people gathered together to study some dark conspiracy, but Strange seems to get along with them."

"Steve and I are just trying to have a good dream. Going to a magic school that's like a castle is better than being chased in a dream, but it seems that Peter and Strange have their own ideas about this world."

"Peter is very interested in potions, and Strange is very interested in wands. I bet they will study these two things in reality."

"Do you think they can succeed?" Schiller asked.

"There will definitely be a lot of difficulties at first," Stark judged as a very mature scientist. "Whether it's potions or wands, they seem like unrealistic ideas when viewed in reality, but I believe that there will be a good result in the end, because many scientific advances originate from unrealistic ideas."

Stark lowered his head and fiddled with the food on his plate, saying, "Many people think that the most important thing for a scientist is a rigorous approach, and that scientists and scholars in the eyes of the public are the type of bookworms who follow the rules."

"But in fact, the most important thing to reach the peak of this field is creativity. Sometimes, certain seemingly whimsical associations happen to be the key to major breakthroughs."

"If you don't even have the courage to think, then you've lost the most valuable quality of humanity."

Just then, Stark's phone suddenly rang. He heard Peter's excited voice on the other end saying, "Mr. Stark! Come quickly, you won't believe what I've found!"

After hanging up the phone, Stark pressed a few buttons. Schiller looked at him and asked, "Are you going to let him play with that magic source again?"

"I trust Peter's abilities, and I trust that he won't misuse that thing," Stark said. Then he stood up, turned around, and raised his eyebrows at Schiller, saying, "Although I know you can only change light bulbs, do you want to come and see?"

When the two of them appeared in the laboratory together, they saw Peter holding a flowerpot, but there was nothing planted in it. When the three of them gathered together and looked down at the flowerpot, Stark asked, "So what do you want to show me?"

"Oh, I forgot, it hasn't grown yet!" Peter put down the flowerpot and then brought out a transparent small bag from the side. Inside the bag were things that looked like seeds. He said, "Mr. Stark, I did a magic radiation experiment on these seeds using the magic source core you gave me, and found that they did undergo some changes."

"I don't know why magic doesn't work on flowers that have already grown, but it does work on seeds..."

"Because of the difference in concept." A voice suddenly appeared in the laboratory, and a portal opened in mid-air. Strange landed and pointed at Peter, saying, "We're thinking along the same lines."

"The concept of growth and development is different between fully grown plants and seeds. The potential for growth and transformation is stronger in seeds, which is why magic can have a greater effect on them," Strange explained.

Stark looked at the seeds in the bag and asked, "So what changes did you observe in these seeds?"

Peter eagerly explained, "The seeds have been infused with magic energy, and I found that they have a higher germination rate and grow much faster than normal seeds. Plus, the flowers they produce have brighter colors and a richer aroma!"

Stark looked at the seeds in the bag and then at Peter and Strange. He couldn't help but smile and say, "Well done, both of you. This is a great breakthrough. I can see that you both have a lot of potential in the field of magic."

As they continued to discuss their findings and ideas, Stark couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder at the possibilities that magic and science could achieve together. He knew that with the right approach and the right minds, they could achieve even greater breakthroughs in the future.Stark waved his hand impatiently and said with a slightly annoyed expression, "Here we go again, with that mysterious concept..."

He looked at Strange and asked, "If seeds have a concept, then do flowers not have one?"

Strange shook his head and said, "It depends on which concept is more commonly used in Space. Obviously, concepts like new life, hope, and light are more suited to orderly organisms, and these concepts, when extracted from the origin of Space, have a greater impact on the entire Space."

"As for flowers and trees, they may also be affected, but to a lesser extent. The specific principles are not something you would want to hear, but in any case, it's a concept similar to rules."

Strange then turned his head and looked at the small flowerpot that Peter had just placed on the table. He walked over, picked up the flowerpot, and asked Peter, "Did you plant the seeds already?"

"Yes."

"What kind of flower is it?"

"Sunflower, because there happened to be some seeds at the nearby flower shop, so I bought a few."

At this point, Strange suddenly took out a strange gem from his hand and said, "Now, let's give it a little boost and see what grows out of it..."

As he spoke, the magic light shone from his hand, directly spreading onto the flowerpot. Amidst the astonished gazes of the others, tender shoots emerged from the soil, and in an instant, a small sunflower seedling had grown.

"So...what about the sunflower?" Stark stood with his hands on his hips and stared at the flowerpot.

"I can't accelerate it too much, otherwise there may be some unforeseeable danger. But even without a flower, we can see many issues," Strange replied.

"Ah..." Strange sighed and said, "You may not be able to see it, but there are indeed very weak magic powers surrounding it, all concentrated in the roots, with none in the upper part..."

"Why is that?" Peter frowned and looked at the plant, saying, "And I didn't see any changes in appearance, even though the seeds had a big change and were glowing."

"Magic is not that simple," Strange shook his head. "We only have a preliminary idea now, and there is still a long way to go to figure out how to achieve it."

At this point, another voice was heard, "Have you considered that it might be a problem with the plant itself? Herbaceous and woody plants are not the same, and angiosperms and gymnosperms are also different..."

Connors walked into the laboratory, closed the door behind him, and glanced at Strange. He then looked at the small flowerpot in Strange's hand and said, "The professional has arrived."

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