This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Chapter 1 Warthog School of Magic

Late July 1991, London.

Westminster School, located between Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament, is a prestigious school with a history dating back to 1179.

"Child, congratulations on passing the 16+ entrance exam——"

The old principal handed the document in his hand to the boy sitting opposite.

"Vincent, you are the smartest kid I have ever met."

"Thank you, principal," the boy who was praised said calmly: "Without your help, I might not be able to become a student here until I am 13 years old."

The old principal laughed heartily after hearing this, "If you don't use some of your privileges, your first place in the National Youth Mathematics Competition will probably be snatched away by those people from Eton."

Under Vincent's short gray-blond hair, he has a young but already slightly handsome face.

"Principal, Eton has sent me an admission letter——"

When the other party became nervous, he said the second half of the sentence in disappointment: "It's a pity that they are in the first grade of middle school, otherwise I would really have agreed to them."

The old principal, who was secretly relieved, saw the blue eyes on the opposite side wink mischievously, and knew that the 11-year-old was kidding him.

"See you on the first day of school, kid."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

Under a kind look, Vincent, who successfully skipped a grade, stood up calmly and left the principal's office.

His physique is not thin, and his height has reached 1.6 meters.

Standing among a group of sixteen-year-old fourth-grade classmates, there won't be much sense of dissonance. perform

He came to the parking lot and got into an ordinary black car.

The handsome man wearing sunglasses in the driver's seat looked sideways: "I always thought Eton was better than here."

Vincent buckled the back seat belt, "Dad, I can go straight to fourth grade here."

His father, Eric, shook his head, started the car and drove off the Westminster campus.

"Your grandfather and I both graduated from Eton, and the connections there will be of great help to you."

"But grandpa went to sea after graduation——"

Vincent looked out the window and shrugged: "Dad, you are going to the army."

Eric, wearing sunglasses, looked ugly.

"Boy, don't always give me weird looks."

Vincent saluted with his right hand, his expression extremely serious: "Roger that, Captain!"

"Okay, very good." Eric, with a dark face, could swear to God that if the kid in the back seat was one of his team members, he would have been floating outside the car.

But when I think of the three backers behind the other party, I can only think about it after all.

Vincent Wayne, who has excelled in studies since childhood, is not only not a nerd who can only read, but also a person that no one dares to mess with in school.

Grandpa is now ashore and living by collecting rent from a few shops on Oxford Street.

Dad retired from the military and now runs a legal gun shop.

There is a kid in the family who is in a gang, and if you see him, you have to behave with your tail between your legs.

Even if there are stupid young people who are ignorant, with their advantages such as height and physical strength, they have never lost when talking about reason.

However, such an outstanding child has an unknown side secretly.

Vincent Wayne is a time traveler from thirty years in the future.

On a stormy night, he held an umbrella and called his girlfriend to tell him that he was about to arrive, when he suddenly came into close contact with thunder and lightning.

It didn't hurt, it just happened too suddenly.

When he was less than one year old, he chose to accept the reality and had already thought about his future path.

Go to school - graduate - start a company - make money

Everyone named Wayne is a ruthless person.

After laying a solid foundation, Bruce, who cannot be the evil nemesis of Gotham, must at least be Thomas, who is extremely wealthy.

"Boom..."

Vincent's thoughts were gradually drifting away. He was considering whether to invest in Little Apple or acquire the naughty and winking fat penguin in a few years. Suddenly, he was brought back to the real world by the abnormal noise on the roof of the car.

"I'll go take a look." Eric parked the car on the side of the road.

"Gift crab!"

As soon as the car door opened a small gap, an unknown brown object shot in.

He quickly reached out and grabbed a handful, but only caught a few feathers.

Vincent in the back seat could clearly see an owl flying into the car.

To be more precise, it was a dark brown owl with a parchment envelope in its mouth.

"Gu Gu——" It flapped its wings suddenly, braked suddenly in the air, and fell into a warm embrace.

Vincent held it and looked at it several times, "Dad, you are so rude."

He pointed at the area behind the owl's waist and complained, "It's completely bald here."

"Hey!" Eric handed over the feather in his hand, "It scared me first."

"Cuckoo——" The owl tilted its little head and raised the letter in its mouth.

On the most conspicuous red wax seal, there are four animals: griffon, badger and snake, surrounding the capital H, forming a shield-shaped emblem.

"West End, black car heading to Oxford Street, Mr. Vincent Wayne in the back seat?"

Before Vincent could marvel at the address written in emerald green ink, he heard Eric complaining.

"How can a serious person use an owl to deliver messages..."

"Gugu——"

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough, otherwise you would be doomed..."

"Goooooooooo!!"

This man has an eagle, seems to be quarreling?

Before paying for a translator, Vincent felt it necessary to read the contents of the letter.

These days, apart from the satellites floating in the sky, the only person who can accurately locate is Clark, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Hmm...Warthog School of Magic?"

The owl turned its little head.

Its big, slanted eyes seemed to give it a chance to take a closer look.

"Okay." Vincent pouted and read the contents of the letter.

[Dear Mr. Wayne:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Attached is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Sincerely, Vice-Principal Minerva McGonagall]

"Magic school?" The corner of Eric's mouth twitched: "I have only heard of Kama Taj, which is a magical sanctuary with a long history."

Vincent rolled his eyes at the driver's seat, "Dad, this is the real world.

And this Hogwarts..."

He opened the list and read a few lines, and suddenly stood up very unexpectedly.

"Bang-ouch-"

After hitting the roof of the car, he sat down blankly.

I seem to have heard of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" somewhere in my previous life.

"dana-nanana-bi-do-do-dananabi-dobi-dobi——"

Vincent hummed a short piece of music and slowly folded the letter under the watchful eyes of one person and one eagle.

His expression was focused and serious: "Dad, can I take a leave of absence from Westminster?"

"Gu Liu——" Eric looked at his baby son with a determined face, and then at the owl with its proud little head raised.

"How big is the bank account?"

"No."

"How much is the tuition per year?"

"I didn't write it."

"Where's the school address?"

"No."

Eric, who frowned, dared to swear with his pocket money for the next year that this warthog magic school was definitely of great origin.

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