Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

London, late July 1991.

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

"Congratulations, child, on passing the entrance exam with a score of 16+!"

The elderly headmaster handed the documents in his hand to the boy sitting opposite him.

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

"Thank you, Principal," the boy said calmly, "Without your help, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to become a student here until I'm 13."

The old principal laughed heartily upon hearing this, "If I didn't use some special privileges, your first place in the National Youth Mathematics Competition would probably have been snatched away by those guys from Eton."

Beneath Vincent's short, gray-gold hair was a youthful yet already somewhat handsome face.

"Headmaster, Eton sent me an acceptance letter—"

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

The old principal breathed a sigh of relief, then saw the bright blue eyes across from him blink mischievously, and knew that the 11-year-old was joking with him.

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

"I'm really looking forward to it."

Under a kind gaze, Vincent, who had successfully skipped a grade, calmly got up and left the Headmaster's Office.

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

Standing among a group of sixteen-year-old fourth-grade students, she wouldn't feel out of place.

He arrived at the parking lot and got into an ordinary black sedan.

The handsome middle-aged man in the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses, turned his head to the side and said, "I've always thought Eaton was better than here."

Vincent buckled his seatbelt in the back seat and said, "Dad, this way I can skip straight to fourth grade."

His father, Eric, shook his head and started the car, driving out of Westminster's campus.

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

"But Grandpa went into business right after graduation—"

Vincent, looking out the window, shrugged. "Dad, you're in the army."

Eric, wearing sunglasses, looked very unwell.

"Kid, stop being so sarcastic."

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

"Good, very good." Eric, his face dark, swore to God that if the kid in the back seat were his teammate, he would be floating outside the car by now.

But considering the three powerful backers behind the other party, it was all just wishful thinking.

Vincent Wayne, who excelled in his studies from a young age, was not only a bookworm but also a figure whom no one dared to mess with at school.

Grandpa has now settled down and makes a living by collecting rent from a few shops on Oxford Street.

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

If someone in your family is involved in a gang, you'll have to keep a low profile when you see him.

Even if there are some hotheads who don't know any better, they have never lost a debate when it comes to reasoning, thanks to their height and physical strength.

However, such an outstanding child secretly possesses a side unknown to others.

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

On a stormy night, he was talking to his girlfriend on the phone with an umbrella, saying he was almost there, when suddenly he had a close encounter with lightning.

It doesn't hurt, it just happened so suddenly.

Before he was even a year old, he had already decided on his future path by accepting reality.

Go to school — graduate — start a company — become rich

Those with the surname Wayne are all ruthless.

After laying a solid foundation, even if he can't become Bruce, the nemesis of Gotham's crime, he should at least become Thomas, who is incredibly wealthy.

"Thump..."

Vincent, whose thoughts were drifting away, was considering whether to invest in Little Apple or acquire the mischievous, winking Tencent in a few years when he was suddenly pulled back to reality by a strange noise from the roof of the car.

"I'll go take a look." Eric pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"A generous gift of crabs!"

As soon as the car door opened a crack, a brown unidentified object shot in.

He quickly reached out and grabbed a handful, but only managed to catch a few feathers.

Vincent in the back seat, could clearly see that an owl had flown into the car.

To be precise, it was a dark brown owl carrying a parchment envelope.

"Gu Gu— " It suddenly flapped its wings, came to an abrupt stop in mid-air, and fell into a warm little embrace.

Vincent hugged it and looked it over several times, saying, "Dad, you're so rude."

He pointed to the owl's lower back and complained, "It's all bald there."

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

"Gu Gu— " The owl tilted its little head and raised the letter it was carrying.

The most prominent feature is the red wax seal, which features four animals —Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin— encircling a capital H to form a shield-shaped emblem.

"The black sedan heading towards Oxford Street in London's West End, Mr. Vincent Wayne in the back seat, is that for you?"

Vincent could even marvel at the address written in cursive, emerald-green ink, he heard Eric's sarcastic remark.

"No respectable person would use an owl to deliver messages..."

"Gu Gu— "

"Luckily I reacted quickly enough, otherwise you would have been finished..."

"Gu Gu Gu!!"

The man and the eagle seem to be arguing.

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

These days, aside from satellites floating in the sky, the only people who can be accurately located are Clark with his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Hmm... Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

The owl turned its little head.

Its big, round, slanted eyes seemed to be giving it a chance to take a closer look.

"Okay." Vincent pursed his lips and read the contents of the letter aloud.

[Dear Mr. Wayne:]

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts.

Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester begins on September 1st. We look forward to your reply by July 31st.

[From Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall]

"A magic school?" Eric's lips twitched slightly. "I've only ever heard of Kamar-Taj. It's a magical Sanctuaries with a long history."

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

And this Hogwarts ..."

He flipped through the list and read a few lines, then suddenly stood up in surprise.

"Bang—Ouch—"

He sat down in a daze after hitting the roof of the car.

I feel like I've heard of that book, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them my past life.

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

Vincent, humming a short tune, slowly folded the letter under the watchful eyes of the man and the eagle.

His expression was focused and serious. "Dad, is it possible to take a leave of absence from Westminster?"

"Gurgle—" Eric looked at his determined-looking son, then at the owl with its proud little head held high.

How much is your bank account?

"No."

How much is the tuition per year?

"It wasn't written."

"Where is the school location?"

No, not at all.

With a furrowed brow, Eric was willing to swear on his allowance for the next year that this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was definitely no small matter.