Stark had a very rational attitude toward magic. He believed it was a force that could be used. If someone devoted their entire life to studying that force and exploiting it to the fullest, then they were still a scholar worthy of respect.
But that did not mean he wanted to learn magic himself. Although he had already witnessed magic's convenience through Strange and experienced the power of a magical energy core firsthand, Stark had always believed that it was not an ability that could be learned systematically.
The magic he had encountered, namely the kind Strange used, was crammed with far too much occult terminology and all sorts of ambiguous hints. Its learning methods did not even rise to the level of being taught by word and example. The master was not even responsible for getting students through the door; cultivation from beginning to end depended entirely on the individual.
Stark preferred everything to be precise to the utmost limit possible. He wanted causes to have effects, wanted inputs and outputs to have clear, quantifiable values, rather than a mere, "It depends on your talent for comprehension."
Therefore, the moment he heard the words magic and wand, he knew he had come to the wrong place.
A school for learning magic? Stark could not imagine it. In his view, a school was a place for systematically imparting knowledge, and teaching a subject with no systematic educational framework in a school was simply leading students astray.
Stark stood there blankly for a while. The other students had all taken out their wands. Seeing Stark spacing out, the teacher helplessly shook his head, cleared his throat, and lightly tapped with the wand in his hand.
A tiny burst of sparks bloomed before Stark's eyes, snapping him back to his senses. He