Starting Over At Hogwarts

Starting Over At Hogwarts Chapter 1

2021-11-19

Chapter 1 A graduating schoolboy

1989, City of London.

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

One of them, Little Fatty, was pulling the hair of a thin boy beside him, and there were a few valet behind him, and every now and then, everyone would stretch out a kick on the thin boy's body.

Anyone can see that this is bullying.

But for the bullying Little Fatty Dudley Dursley, it was actually a way of celebrating.

"Wesson Wright finally got out!"

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

"Dudley..."

The skinny boy moaned in pain. With a sound, the tall and fat Dudley Dursley kicked him on the body, causing his injured part to ache.

This little boy struggled with his brows knit to get up, but was kicked over by Dudley Dursley's hehe haha, one by one.

“hahahaha…”

“That bastard is finally out!”

“No one will take care of us anymore!”

Just as these little fellows were cheering excitedly, a group of people dressed in elementary school graduates' clothes, surrounded by a gray-haired teenager, poured out of the school gate.

Several of the tall students looked at this scene, and rushed forward, pressing Dudley Dursley and the others, who were bullying others, to the ground!
"Hey hey hey, you've graduated!"

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

"Boss Wesson hasn't left yet!"

The boy next to Little Fatty Dudley slapped him on the head, snorted and said: "We haven't left school yet, you beat someone today!"

"You..."

"What happened to us?"

The gray-haired boy walked over slowly, lifted Dudley by the collar, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Little Fatty who was a little panicked.

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

"..."

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

"Old rules?"

"...Yes...Yes ..."

Dudley Dursley hurriedly ordered nodded, took out five pounds from his pocket, and handed it to the gray-haired boy trembling with fear: "I...I and...Peel's...also... There's Danny...Moken...and Gordon...the five..."

According to the standards set by the gray-haired boy Wesson Wright, every child he sees fighting at Wisteria Elementary School must be prepared in advance. Get a pound ready.

Dudley · Dursley is the boss of the Dudley Gang.

Since he is the boss, as it should be by rights, he has to pay for his valet.

"Give them bread."

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

A teenager standing next to him took the pound 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 in serious business.

The question of why four new pence worth of bread sells for a pound is, of course, unnecessary.

Likewise.

Rules are rules.

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

“Harry Potter.”

The gray-haired boy waved Dudley Dursley aside and walked to the skinny boy: “Do you want to give me a promissory note today? ?"

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

Harry Potter lifted the head to meet the gray-haired boy's gaze, and then lowered it slowly, a little afraid. He said, "I'm sorry, I can only..."

"It doesn't matter."

The gray-haired boy did not care about the head, reached out and took the paper and pen from the hand of his younger brother, Wrote a promissory note and handed it over.

[Harry Potter bought bread from Wesson Wright on June 30, 1989. The amount owed today is £1. The repayment date is July 31, 1996. The outstanding amount fluctuates according to the bank interest rate every year. ]

“…”

Harry Potter took the pen and signed his name.

In fact, Harry didn't know what an interest rate was, but he knew that a promissory note like this could get a loaf of bread from a 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. His cousin Dudley Dursley was taught a lesson by Wesson Wright again, and he will go home and complain to his uncle and aunt. .

Harry knew from a young age that when Mr. and Mrs. Dursley 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 took the bread from the gray-haired boy's younger brother, he suddenly couldn't help but stop him when he watched his creditor turn and leave.

“Wesson Wright!”

Harry Potter took a few steps to chase out the school gate, looking at the grey-haired boy’s silhouette and said loudly: “Which middle school are you going to? Two years? After I graduate, I'll find you!"

"..."

Wesson Wright paused.

Harry Potter was suddenly nervous, 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 They all looked at Wesson Wright's silhouette, including his crowd 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 the entire Wisteria Elementary School, just paused for a moment and then strode forward again.

A car happened to be parked in front of this elementary school.

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

This man is a little old, like an old steward.

It wasn't until the old steward-looking man watched Wesson Wright get into the car that he lightly closed the rear door and sat back in his driver's seat.

A group of elementary school students watched the scene.

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

Harry Potter's thin silhouette 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.

Maybe the primary school students standing on the roadside will know when they grow up that they are not only saying goodbye to Wesson Wright at this time, but also 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 something dull : "However, you and them will not be in the same world in the future."

Hearing that the gray-haired boy in the car still did not respond, the man couldn't help but frowned: "Wesson Wright, you let me today Are you taking the time to pick you up just so I can see that you're doing well in muggle's world?"

"Really..."

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

"Don't go too far."

"Look Are you there yet?"

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

"Harry Potter?!"

The middle-aged man's voice immediately rose a bit, and he couldn't help looking towards the window along the gray-haired boy's gaze: "You actually found Harry ·Potter! No...you've been in this muggle's school to protect Harry ·Potter?"

Any wizard can't help but startled when he hears this name, and many people think I am sincerely grateful for the stability this boy once brought to magic circle.

Of course.

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

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

"Who knows..."

The gray-haired boy did not answer directly.

The teenager just folded his palms and rested his arms on his legs, regaining his overbearing imposing manner.

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

The gray-haired boy lifts the head and looks at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat, squinting slightly A red light flashed in his eyes: "After all...it's always been a hassle for you to use Imperius Curse..."

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