Starting Over at Hogwarts

1989, City of London.

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

One of the chubby guys was pulling the hair of a skinny boy beside him. There were several followers behind him, each of them stretched out their feet and kicked the skinny boy from time to time.

Anyone can see that this is bullying.

But for that fat little dud, Dudley Dursley, who was bullying, it was actually a way of celebrating.

"Wison Wright is finally gone!"

Dudley Dursley's wrist suddenly knocked down the skinny boy beside him, and kicked him: "From now on! I'm the boss in this school! Call me Boss Dudley, remember? , Harry!"

"Dudley..."

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

The little boy struggled and frowned and wanted to get up, but was kicked over again by Dudley Dursley's servant boy laughing and laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"That bastard finally got out!"

"No one will control us from now on!"

Just as these little guys were cheering, a group of people dressed in primary school graduate costumes, surrounded by a gray-haired boy, rushed out of the school gate.

A few tall students among them watched this scene, rushed over immediately, and pressed Dudley Dursley and others who were bullying others to the ground!

"Hey, hey, you have graduated!"

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

"Boss Wesson hasn't left yet!"

The boy next to the little fat Dudley slapped Dudley on the head, snorted and said, "We haven't left school yet, you beat someone up today, the protection fee will still be charged!"

"you…"

"What happened to us?"

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

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

"..."

Dudley Dursley couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the psychological shadow of the past five years surfaced, 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: "I... me and... Peel's... and Danny... Moken... also There's Gordon...five of..."

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

Dudley Dursley is the leader of the Dudley Gang.

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

"Give them bread."

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

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

It's a Vincent Wright rule.

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

As to why bread worth four newpence sold for a pound, it is of course unnecessary to mention it too much.

same.

Rules are rules.

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

"Harry Potter."

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

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

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

"It's ok."

The gray-haired boy shook his head indifferently, reached out to take the paper and pen from the hand of his younger brother, wrote a note and handed it over.

[Harry Potter bought bread from Vincent 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.

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

This bread may be his supper.

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

Harry knew from a young age that when the Dursleys were angry, they would also vent their anger on themselves, and there was a high probability that they would not let him eat dinner. This bread would at least satisfy their hunger.

After Harry Potter got the bread from the grey-haired boy's younger brother, he couldn't help calling out to his creditor as he turned to leave.

"Wison Wright!"

Harry Potter took a few steps and chased after the school gate, looked at the figure of the gray-haired boy and said loudly: "Which middle school do you want to go to? Two years later, I will graduate and look for you!"

"..."

Wesson Wright paused.

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

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

Because Vincent Wright never told them.

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

The gray-haired boy who left a thick ink in the childhood memory of everyone in the entire Wisteria Elementary School, just paused for a moment before striding forward again.

It happened that a car stopped at the gate of this elementary school.

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

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

It wasn't until this old butler-looking 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 with their eyes.

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

The thin figure of Harry Potter stood at the front of the group of little fellows, 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 realize that when they grow up, they are not only bidding farewell to Wesson Wright, but also their own 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 a little dullly: "However, you will not be in the same world as them in the future."

Hearing that the gray-haired boy in the car still didn't respond, the man couldn't help but frowned and said, "Wisson Wright, you asked me to pick you up today just to let me see you live in the Muggle world. Are you doing well?"

"Really..."

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

"Don't go too far."

"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 gaze of the gray-haired boy to look out of the window: "You actually found Harry Potter! No...you have been in this Muggle school all this time, yes To protect Harry Potter?"

Any wizard would be surprised to hear this name, and many would like to be sincerely grateful for the stability this boy once brought to the wizarding world.

certainly.

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

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

"Who knows..."

The gray-haired boy didn't answer directly.

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

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

The gray-haired boy looked up at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat, a red light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes: "After all...it's troublesome to keep using the Imperius Curse on you..."