From Hogwarts Re-Being Wesson Wright

1989, City of London.

A group of elementary school students walked out of the door of Ziteng Elementary School, chattering to each other about what they wanted to do after school today, which made people feel a little noisy.

One of the fat men was pulling the hair of a skinny boy next to him. There were several followers behind him, and everyone would kick the skinny boy from time to time.

Anyone can see that this is bullying.

However, for the fat little Dudley Dursley who was bullying others, this was actually a way for them to celebrate happily.

"Wesson Wright finally got out!"

Dudley Dursley's wrist suddenly knocked down the thin boy next to him and kicked him: "From now on! I will be the boss in this school! Call me Dudley, do you remember?" , Harry!"

"Dudley..."

The skinny little boy couldn't help but groan in pain. The tall and fat Dudley Dursley kicked him on the body, causing a dull pain in the injured area.

The little boy struggled and frowned as he tried to get up, but was kicked down again by Dudley Dursley's followers, who were laughing and joking.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"That bastard finally gets out!"

"No one will be able to control us anymore!"

Just as the little guys were cheering for joy, a group of people dressed in elementary school graduates' uniforms came out of the school gate surrounded by a gray-haired boy.

Several tall students among them saw this scene and rushed over immediately, pinning Dudley Dursley and others to the ground who were bullying others!

"Hey, hey, you've graduated!"

Dudley Dursley panicked and tried to struggle, but was pushed to the ground again. His face was pressed to the ground and he muttered: "You can't stay in this school anymore!"

"Boss Weisen hasn't left yet!"

The boy who was holding down the fat boy Dudley next to him slapped him on the head and snorted: "We haven't left school yet. If you hit someone today, the protection fee will still be collected!"

"you…"

"What happened to us?"

The gray-haired boy walked over slowly and lifted Dudley up by his collar. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the panicked little fat man.

"Dudley Dursley, did you go out with any money today?"

"..."

Dudley Dursley's throat couldn't help but swallow, and the psychological shadow of the past five years surfaced. He stammered and nodded: "...Take it...Take it..."

"Old rules?"

"…Yes Yes…"

Dudley Dursley nodded hurriedly, took out five pounds from his pocket, and handed it to the gray-haired boy tremblingly: "Me... I and... Peel's... and Danny... Morken... and... There are Gordon...five people..."

According to the standards set by the gray-haired boy Wesson Wright, every child he sees fighting at Wisteria Elementary School must prepare one pound in advance.

Dudley Dursley is the leader of the Dudley Gang.

Since he is the boss, he has to help his followers pay of course.

"Give them bread."

The gray-haired boy reached out and threw Dudley to the ground.

A boy standing nearby took the pound from Dudley Dursley's hand, took out five palm-sized pieces of bread from his backpack and threw them on the ground.

This is Wesson Wright's rule.

They are not collecting protection fees, but doing serious business.

There is no need to dwell on why a loaf of bread worth four new pennies sold for a pound.

same.

Rules are rules.

Even those who were beaten at school had to pay Vincent Wright a pound for bread, even though they were sometimes innocent victims.

"Harry Potter."

The gray-haired boy waved Dudley Dursley aside and walked up to the skinny boy: "Do you still want to pay me an IOU today?"

"...I...I still don't have money..."

Harry Potter raised his head to meet the gray-haired boy's gaze, and then slowly lowered his head, not daring to speak: "I'm sorry, I can only..."

"It's ok."

The gray-haired boy shook his head indifferently, reached out and took the paper and pen from the hand of the younger brother beside him, wrote an IOU and handed it over.

【哈利·波特于1989年6月30日向维森·莱特购买面包，今欠金额为一英镑，还款日期1996年7月31日，每年未还金额遵照银行利率浮动。】

"..."

Harry Potter signed his name with a pen.

In fact, Harry didn't understand what interest rate was at all, but he knew that such an IOU could be exchanged for a piece of bread from the gray-haired boy.

This bread might be his dinner.

Harry Potter has been living in the home of his uncle Vernon Dursley since he was a child. His cousin Dudley Dursley was taught a lesson by Wesson Wright again and he will definitely go home to his uncle and uncle. Auntie cried and complained.

Harry had known since he was a child that the Dursleys would take it out on him when they were angry, and would most likely not let him eat dinner. This bread would at least satisfy his hunger.

After Harry Potter got the bread from the little brother of the gray-haired boy, when he saw his creditor turning to leave, he suddenly couldn't help but stop him.

"Wesen Wright!"

Harry Potter took a few steps and chased out of the school gate. He looked at the gray-haired boy and shouted loudly: "Which middle school are you going to? In two years, I will find you after graduation!"

"..."

Weissen Wright paused.

Harry Potter suddenly felt a little nervous, and quickly explained: "I'm looking for you... I want to contact you... and I will return the money to you in the future!"

All the students present looked at the figure of Wesson Wright, including his supporters in this elementary school, and their eyes were eager for answers.

Because Wesen Wright never told them.

Unfortunately, the gray-haired boy still didn't respond.

The gray-haired boy who had left a strong mark on the childhood memories of everyone at Ziteng Elementary School only paused for a moment before striding forward again.

It happened that a car stopped in front of this elementary school.

A gray-haired man in a suit stepped out of the car, stood next to the car and opened the door for Weissen Wright, looking somewhat respectful.

This man is a bit old, resembling an old butler.

It wasn't until the man who looked like an old butler watched Wesson Wright get into the car that he gently closed the rear door and sat back in his driver's seat.

A group of primary school students watched this scene.

These little guys didn't know anything about Wesson Wright's family background, they only knew that he always seemed to be so imposing.

Harry Potter's thin figure stood at the front of the group of little guys, his eyes fixed on the car glass, waiting for the car to start and leave.

This is a farewell.

Perhaps the primary school students standing on the roadside will realize when they grow up that at this time they are not only bidding farewell to Wesson Wright, but also bidding farewell to their own childhood.

"It seems that you are very prestigious in this elementary school..."

The middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat coldly started the car and said somewhat dullly: "However, you and them will no longer be in the same world."

Hearing that the gray-haired boy in the car still didn't respond, the man couldn't help frowning and said: "Wesson Wright, you asked me to take time to pick you up today just so that I can see you living in the Muggle world. Is it good?"

"Really..."

The gray-haired boy slowly turned his head, looked at the primary school students outside the car window through the glass, and sighed softly: "You are still so short-sighted...Mr. Crouch."

"Don't go overboard."

"see it?"

The gray-haired boy ignored the man's temper, stared at Harry Potter in the crowd, and said calmly: "That little guy is the famous Harry Potter..."

"Harry Potter?!"

The middle-aged man's voice immediately became a little higher, and he couldn't help but follow the gray-haired boy's eyes and look out the window: "You actually found Harry Potter! No... you have been in this Muggle school, right? To protect Harry Potter?"

Any wizard can't help but be surprised when he hears this name, and many people want to sincerely thank this boy for the stability he once brought to the wizarding world.

of course.

There are also many people who want to kill Harry Potter.

Among them is Barty Crouch Jr., the middle-aged man’s son.

"Who knows..."

The gray-haired boy did not answer directly.

The boy just closed his palms, supported his arms on his legs, and regained his aggressive aura.

"From now on, I don't think you will question me again."

The gray-haired boy raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat. A flash of red light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes: "After all... it is troublesome to keep using the Imperius Curse on you..."