Starting Over at Hogwarts

1989, City of London.

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

One of the little fat men grabbed the hair of a skinny boy beside him, and there were a few valet behind him, and every one of them stretched out and kicked the skinny boy from time to time.

Anyone can see that this is bullying.

But for the fat little dude who was bullying Dudley Dursley, it was actually a way for them to celebrate.

"Wesson Wright finally got out of here!"

Dudley Dursley's wrist suddenly slammed down the thin boy beside him and kicked him: "In the future! I'm the boss in this school! Call me Dudley boss, remember? , Harry!"

"Dali..."

The skinny boy couldn't help groaning in pain, and the tall, fat Dudley Dursley kicked him, causing his injured part to ache.

The little boy frowned and tried to get up, but was kicked over again by Dudley Dursley's sidekick giggling.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"That **** finally got out!"

"No one will control us in the future!"

Just as these little guys cheered, a group of people dressed in elementary school graduates' clothes rushed out from the school gate, surrounded by a gray-haired boy.

Several of the tall students looked at this scene, and rushed over to the ground.

"Hey hey hey, you guys have graduated!"

Dudley Dursley tried to struggle in a panic, but was pinned to the ground again, his face pressed to the ground, and he muttered, "You can't stay in this school anymore!"

"Boss Weisen hasn't left yet!"

The young man who was beside the little fat Dudley slapped him on the head and snorted, "We haven't left the school yet. You beat someone today, and the protection fee will be paid!"

"you…"

"What happened to us?"

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

"Dudley Dursley, did you bring any money with you today?"

"…"

Dudley Dursley's throat couldn't help swallowing. The psychological shadow of the past five years surfaced, and he stammered and nodded: "...Bring...Bring..."

"Old rules?"

"…Yes Yes…"

Dudley Dursley nodded hastily, took out five pounds from his pocket, and handed it to the gray-haired boy tremblingly: "Me... Me and... Peel's... and Danny... Moken... also With Gordon...five people..."

According to the standard set by the gray-haired teenager Wesson Wright, every child who he sees fighting at Wisteria Primary School must prepare one pound in advance.

Dudley Dursley is the boss of the Dudley Gang.

Since he is the boss, of course he has to pay for his valet.

"Give them bread."

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

A teenager standing next to him took the pounds from Dudley Dursley's hand, took out five palm-sized loaves 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.

As for why four new pence worth of bread was sold for a pound, there is no need to say too much.

Likewise.

Rules are rules.

Even the battered at school had to pay Wesson Wright a pound for bread, even though sometimes they were just innocent victims.

"Harry Potter."

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

"...I...I still have no money..."

Harry Potter raised his head to meet the gray-haired boy's gaze, then lowered his head slowly, a little afraid to say, "I'm sorry, I can only..."

"It does not matter."

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

[Harry Potter bought bread from Wesson Wright on June 30, 1989. The amount owed today is one pound. The repayment date is July 31, 1996. The outstanding amount fluctuates according to the bank interest rate every year. 】

"…"

Harry Potter signed his name with a pen.

Actually, Harry didn't know what an interest rate was at all, but he knew that such an IOU could get a piece of bread from the gray-haired boy.

This bread might be his dinner.

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

Harry knew from a young age that when the Dursleys were angry, they would take their own breath away, and there was a high probability that they would not let him eat dinner. This bread would at least satisfy his hunger.

After Harry Potter got the bread from the gray-haired boy's younger brother, when he watched his creditor turn and leave, he suddenly couldn't help but stop him.

"Vison Wright!"

Harry Potter took a few steps to chase out the school gate, looked at the gray-haired boy and said loudly, "Which middle school are you going to? Two years later, I will go to you after graduation!"

"…"

Wilson Wrightton stopped.

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

All the students present looked at the figure of Wesson Wright, and there were many of them surrounded by him in this elementary school, and their eyes were eager for answers.

Because Wesson Wright never told them.

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

The gray-haired boy who left a tinge of thick ink in the childhood memories of everyone in Wisteria Elementary School, just paused for a moment and then strode forward again.

A car happened to be parked at the entrance of this elementary school.

A gray-haired man in a suit stepped out of the car, stood beside the car and opened the door for Wesson Wright, looking a little respectful.

This man is a bit old, like an old housekeeper.

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

A group of elementary school students watched this scene.

These little guys don't know anything about Wesson Wright's family, only that he always seems to be so imposing.

The thin figure of Harry Potter 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 side of the road will know when they grow up. At this time, they are not only saying goodbye to Wesson Wright, but also saying goodbye to their childhood.

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

The middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat started the car coldly, and said dully, "However, you and them will not be in the same world in the future. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

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

"Really..."

The gray-haired boy turned his head slowly, looked at the elementary school students outside the car window through the glass, and sighed lightly: "It's still so short-sighted... Mr. Crouch."

"Don't go too far."

"see it?"

The gray-haired boy ignored the man's temper, looked 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 rose a bit, and he couldn't help looking out the window following the gray-haired boy's eyes: "You actually found Harry Potter! No... You have been in this Muggle school, yes To protect Harry Potter?"

No matter whether any wizard hears this name, he can't help but be surprised. Many people want to sincerely appreciate the stability this boy once brought to the magical world.

Of course.

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

Among them was Barty Crouch Jr., the son of a middle-aged man.

"Who knows..."

The gray-haired boy did not answer directly.

The young man just closed his palms and supported his arms on his legs, regaining 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 red light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes: "After all... it's a hassle to use the Imperius Curse on you all the time..."