1989, City of London.

A group of primary school students walked out of the gate of Wisteria Primary School, chattering to each other about what they wanted to do after school today, which made people feel a little noisy when they looked at it.

One of the fat guys grabbed the hair of a thin boy beside him, and there were several followers behind him, and each of them stuck out and kicked the thin boy from time to time.

Anyone can see that this is a bullying.

However, for the fat little fat man Dudley Dursley who was bullying, this was actually a way for them to celebrate happily.

"Vishen Wright is finally out!"

Dudley Dursley suddenly knocked down the thin boy beside him with force and kicked him: "From now! I will be the boss in this school! Call me Boss Dudley, remember, Harry!"

"Dudry..."

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

The little boy struggled to frown and wanted to get up, but was kicked over by Dudley Dursley's follower.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"That bastard finally got out!"

"No one will care about us again!"

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

Several of the tall students watched this scene and rushed over first, pressing Dudley Dursley and others who were bullying on the ground in a few seconds!

"Hey hey hey, you've graduated!"

Dudley Dursley was panicked and wanted to struggle, but was pressed to the ground. His face pressed on the ground and muttered, "You can no longer stay in this school!"

"Boss Weisen hasn't left yet!"

The young man pressing the fat Dudley next to him slapped him on the head and snorted: "We haven't left school yet. You've hit people today, so you can still collect the protection fee!"

"you…"

"What's wrong with us?"

The gray-haired boy walked over slowly, lifted him up with Dudley's collar, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the little fat man who was a little panicked.

"Dudri Dursley, did you go out with your money today?"

“…”

Dudley Dursley couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the psychological shadow of the past five years rose up, and he nodded stammeringly and said, "...bring...bring..."

"Old rules?"

“…yes…yes…”

Dudley Dursley nodded in a hurry, took out five pounds from his pocket, and handed them to the gray-haired boy with fear: "I... Me and Peel's... and Danny... Moken... and Gordon... and five people's..."

According to the standards set by gray-haired teenager Wiesen Wright, everyone must prepare one pound in advance for any child he saw fighting at Wisteria Elementary School.

Dudley Dursley is the boss of the Dudley Gang.

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

“Give them bread.”

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

A young man standing next to him took the pound from Dudley Dursley's hand, took out five palm-sized bread from his backpack and threw it on the ground.

This is the rule of Wiesen Wright.

They do not charge protection fees, but do serious business.

As for why bread worth four new pennies is sold at a high price of one pound, there is naturally no need to mention it too much.

same.

Rules are rules.

Even the assaulted people in the school must pay Wesson Wright a pound to buy bread, although sometimes they are only innocent victims.

"Harry Potter."

The gray-haired boy waved his hand to signal Dudley Dursley to go and walked to the thin boy: "Do you still want to write me an IOU today?"

“…I…I still don’t have money…”

Harry Potter raised his head in the gray-haired boy's eyes, slowly lowered his head, and was afraid to speak: "I'm sorry, I can only..."

"It doesn't matter."

The gray-haired boy shook his head indifferently, reached out to take the paper and pen from the younger brother beside him, wrote down an IOU and handed it over.

[Harry Potter purchased bread from Wiesen Wright on June 30, 1989. The amount owed today is one pound, and the repayment date is July 31, 1996. The amount unpaid is floating in accordance with the bank interest rate every year.]

“…”

Harry Potter signed his name with a pen.

In fact, Harry didn't understand what interest rates were, but he knew that such an IOU could get a bread from the gray-haired boy.

This bread might be his supper.

Harry Potter has lived with his uncle Vernon Dursley since he was a child. His cousin Dursley, who was taught a lesson by Weisen Wright, would definitely go home and cry and complain to his uncle and aunt.

Harry knew since childhood that when Dursleys were angry, they would vent their anger on themselves, and most likely they wouldn't let him have supper, and this bread would at least satisfy his hunger.

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

"Weisen Wright!"

Harry Potter walked a few steps and chased out of the school gate, looking at the gray-haired boy's figure and whispered: "Which middle school are you going to? Two years later, I will graduate and go find you!"

“…”

Weisen Letterton stopped.

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

All the students present looked at Weisen Wright, among them, he was surrounded by this elementary school, and their eyes were longing for answers.

Because Weisen Wright never told them.

Unfortunately, the gray-haired boy still did not respond.

The gray-haired boy who left a thick ink color in the childhood memories of everyone in Wisteria Primary School just paused for a moment and then strided forward again.

It happened that a car was parked at the entrance of this primary school.

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

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

It was not until the old butler-like man watched Wiesen Wright get into the car that he gently closed the rear door and sat back in his driving seat.

A group of elementary school students watched this scene.

These little guys don't know how well Wiesen Wright's family is, they only know that he always seems to be so imposing.

Harry Potter's thin figure stood in 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 by the roadside will only know when they grow up that at this time they are not only seeing Wiesen Wright farewell, but also seeing off their childhood.

"It seems you have a lot of prestige in this elementary school..."

The middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat started the car coldly and said in a somewhat dull manner: "But, you will not be in the same world as them in the future."

Listening to the gray-haired boy in the car still not responding, the man couldn't help frowning and said, "Wishen Wright, did you ask me to take time to pick you up today just to let me see you live a good life in the Muggle world?"

“Really…”

The gray-haired boy slowly turned his head and looked at the primary school students outside the car window through the glass, sighing: "I'm still so short-sighted...Mr. Crouch."

"Don't go too far."

"Did you see it?"

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

No matter who wizard heard this name, he would be shocked. Many people want to sincerely appreciate the stability this boy once brought to the magic world.

certainly.

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

These include Barty Crouch, the son of the middle-aged man.

"Who knows..."

The gray-haired boy did not give a positive answer.

The boy just closed his palms and supported his arms on his legs, restoring his aggressive momentum.

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