Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

In the front row of the classroom, a black-haired boy sat upright. He wore thick black-rimmed glasses, very strange glasses. The lenses looked like frosted glass, with only two small transparent round holes exposed in the middle, through which his beautiful light blue eyes could be seen.

In the last row, two figures were lying on the desk, one fat and the other thin, staring intently at the black-haired boy in the front row.

When the bell rang, Fatty asked, "Do you know the origin of that freak?"

"Well, I peeked out of the teacher's office." The thin man nodded and said, "He scored very high in the exam. He has been to seven schools before, but the time he spent each time was very short."

"Huh, he is indeed a nerd." The fat man clenched his fists and his knuckles made crisp sounds as he said, "Let's go teach him a lesson and tell him the rules here."

The two stood up, clenched their fists and walked towards the black-haired boy.

……

Stone Cape's eyesight is bad, so his hearing is still sharp. Therefore, he clearly heard the subsequent conversation.

For example, in school bullying, the bullied people are often those who are different from ordinary students in some aspects, such as body shape or appearance. Unfortunately, Stone is quiet and seems... easy to bully.

In the previous few years of primary school life, he had been forced to transfer schools frequently for similar reasons, from central London to a suburb outside this suburb called Surrey.

It’s interesting to say that as the region changes, the methods of these bullies also change. When I was in London, most of the bullying methods were verbal attacks, isolation and the like. The further away you go, the more direct they become. Now here they are so simple. Take action directly.

But fortunately, Stone himself likes this kind of simplicity, and he can also be much more direct. After all...it's true that he was bullied, but the reason for being expelled was for beating his classmates.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Stone slowly reached under the desk, where his schoolbag was, which contained a baseball bat.

"Here we go," Stone thought to himself, then tightened his grip on the baseball bat.

Draw the stick, stand up, twist the waist, and swing the stick, all in one go.

A back molar flew out, followed by the clanging sound of desks and chairs, and a scream like a slaughtering pig rang out in the classroom.

The fat man fell to the ground. The thin man was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to grab Stone.

But Stone had already grasped the baseball bat with both hands, lifted it up, and then slashed it down.

"what--"

Although he is not big, his voice is quite loud, two pitches higher than that of the fat man. Stone sat back, put the baseball bat on the desk and picked out his ears. According to past experience, the next step would be to call the parents, send him to the hospital, etc.

But soon, Stone grabbed the bat again, because he heard the squeaking of chairs across the ground and a large number of chaotic footsteps, all coming towards him.

He is very strange.

In the school I stayed at before, all the students were divided into small groups, and it was impossible for them to be so united... If they were all so united and friendly, there would be no bullying.

"Trouble." Stone thought.

His field of vision is limited and he can deal with two people no problem. With so many people, he can basically only rely on his hearing.

One person rushed over, and then everyone started running.

In the chaos, Stone knocked on the desk, and with a click, the baseball bat broke into two pieces. He was stunned for a moment, and then with a click, the glasses on his face flew out.

His eyes are bad, and maybe his brain is too. He was born with a strange disease, and all information wherever he looked would crash into his eyes uncontrollably...

【7.2m*4m*2.5m】(classroom size)

【65cm*75cm*40cm】(desk size)

【Oak】(desk material)

[31 people, 16 men and 15 women, 2 people fell to the ground, 1 person looked on]

【...】

The information within the cognition can be displayed, and the information outside the cognition becomes a series of turbulent flows. In an instant, countless turbulent flows are like steel nails, piercing the brow bone and piercing the head. His face suddenly became ferocious.

The right thing to do was to close his eyes quickly, but he didn't. Instead, he picked up his broken baseball bat.

If you ignore the severe pain, this strange disease of his is quite useful. It can analyze the weaknesses and even movement trajectories of the person in front of you, making it a real weapon for fighting.

Relying on this characteristic, Stone knocked down all the students three times, five times and two times... not all of them. The one who was watching the whole process was still standing there, as if he was called Harry Potter or something.

Stone had just been here for a day, and he had an impression of this man purely because he was too thin, and he was wearing oversized old clothes, which made him look even thinner.

Oh--

It turns out...it's not that they are united, but that there is a definite target for bullying.

Stone, who closed his eyes tightly, turned his head in the direction of Harry Potter:

"Excuse me, could you help me find my glasses?"

The other party didn't speak, but there was a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the classroom, and not long after, a cautious footsteps approached:

"G-that-you're bleeding from the corner of your eye."

"Ah."

After wiping the blood from the corners of his eyes, Stone put on his glasses.

From start to finish, it took less than ten minutes in total. When the teachers who got the news came in, everything was already over. A group of wailing students were lying in a huddle, and Harry Potter had already hid far away. , only Stone Cape was still sitting leisurely in his seat.

"You - you -" the principal became angry, pointed at Stone, and was speechless for a long time.

"Don't worry, it's all skin injuries." Stone comforted, "My suggestion is to invite the parents over first."

"Huh -" the principal took a deep breath, looked at their class teacher, and shouted, "Hurry up and go!"

Not long after, there were two urgent footsteps in the corridor. Judging from the sound, they were one fat and one thin, one male and one female.

"boom!"

The classroom door was violently pushed open, and a tall and thin woman wearing high heels rushed to the side of the first fat man to be knocked down, wailing:

"Dada - my heart - how are you?"

The fat man quickly identified the culprit, pointed at Stone's nose, and cursed: "You little bastard..."

While cursing, he wanted to take action, but when he saw the half of the baseball bat with the tip pointed at him and Stone's eyes still stained with blood, he made up his mind and stopped abruptly.

Stone was also a little nervous. After all, the other party was an adult, so it would be a bit troublesome if he was really desperate.

At this time, footsteps sounded again in the corridor, crisp and steady.

It was a familiar voice, and Stone felt relieved. It had to be said that it was different to have the support of his parents. At least in terms of confidence, Stone could straighten his back.

The next step is a similar process. Dad goes to communicate with the parents to discuss compensation, and mother goes to communicate with the principal, and takes Stone to receive a lecture and make a guarantee.

For this set of things, Stone has always been in the left ear and out the right ear. If it was really useful, he would not change schools frequently.

On the contrary, he is quite satisfied with the way he handled it today. After such a fight, I believe that no blind students will dare to come to trouble him in the future. And since this is the first time, the school will not directly persuade him to leave, once and for all. It belongs to yes.

After about two hours, everything was settled and Stone got into the car with his parents.

The car didn't start, and father Carl Cappe, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned around and looked at Stone:

"Breaked baseball bat?"

"Ah."

"Buy another one?"

"Yeah." Stone nodded, "I want a steel one this time."

"No problem." Carl Cape turned around and turned the car key and asked, "How about following me to look at a car after buying it?"

"Okay." Stone replied happily.

Car modification was popular in the 1970s and 1980s, and a large number of performance cars emerged. The Cappe family originally owned a listed company, but in order to have more time, the Cappe couple handed over the company to professional managers and opened a modification shop. Of course, Stone suspected that they were just doing it to satisfy their own hobbies.

As Stone continues to transfer schools, the address of the modification shop is also constantly moving, but thanks to Karl's technology and Stone's plug-in analysis capabilities, there are still many regular customers.

After buying the baseball bat, they drove back to the modification shop.

There is a blue skyline (R32) parked in the factory, an antique car, but to Stone now it is a ‘new thing’ produced not long ago.

Through the small hole, Stone quickly obtained all the parameters of the car.

Under the premise of ensuring safety, the performance of this car has been adjusted to the extreme. He looked at the car owner standing aside with confusion:

"Any questions?"

"Speed...uh...control..."

This was also an old customer who had been with him since the beginning. His name was Harry. Stone called him Uncle Harry. Seeing him hesitating, Stone rolled his eyes and asked:

"The speed is too fast and it is difficult to control?"

"Ah... yes."

"Then we can only adjust the speed back."

"No!" Harry suddenly became anxious, "We must go at this speed!"

"......Fine."

There was no way, in order to improve the handling, Stone could only change the shock absorbers to the hardest gear, lower the chassis, and replace them with wide wheels and wide tires.

"Okay." After pulling out the jack, Stone said, "Go and try it."

After driving around, the car stopped next to Stone, and Harry climbed out leaning on the door:

"Little Stone, isn't this change too radical?"

"How's the control?" Stone asked rhetorically.

"......no problem."

"Then please settle the bill or change it back?"

"Check out!" Harry gritted his teeth.

"Om-"

The car angrily spit out exhaust and ran away, and they were about to get off work. Smelling the aroma of banknotes, Stone got into the back seat of his Bentley.

Thousands of pounds.