A Graduating Elementary School Student

1989, London.

A group of elementary school students walked out of Wisteria Elementary School, chattering about what they wanted to do after school today, making quite a racket.

One of the chubby boys grabbed the hair of a skinny boy next to him. Behind him were several followers, each occasionally kicking the skinny boy.

Anyone could see that this was bullying.

However, for the chubby boy doing the bullying, Boss Dudley, this was actually their way of celebrating.

"Vison Wright is finally gone!"

Boss Dudley suddenly used his wrist to knock the skinny boy next to him to the ground, kicking him as he said, "From now on! I'm the boss in this school! Call me Boss Dudley, got it, Harry!"

"Dudley..."

The skinny boy couldn't help but groan in pain. The tall and fat Boss Dudley kicked him, causing a dull ache in his injured area.

The little boy struggled, frowning as he tried to get up, only to be kicked down again by Boss Dudley's giggling lackeys.

"Hahahaha..."

"That bastard is finally gone!"

"No one can control us anymore!"

Just as these little guys were cheering, a group of people wearing elementary school graduation gowns swarmed out of the school gate, surrounding a gray-haired teenager.

Several tall students, seeing this scene, rushed forward and pinned Boss Dudley and the others to the ground in a few moves!

"Hey, hey, you guys have already graduated!"

Boss Dudley frantically tried to struggle, but was pressed to the ground, his face pressed against the ground as he muttered, "You can't stay in this school anymore!"

"Boss Vison hasn't left yet!"

The teenager holding down the chubby Boss Dudley slapped him on the head and snorted, "We haven't left the school yet, and you're beating people up today!"

"You..."

"What about us?"

The gray-haired teenager slowly walked over, grabbed Boss Dudley by the collar, lifted him up, and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the somewhat panicked chubby boy.

"Boss Dudley, did you bring money with you today?"

"..."

Boss Dudley couldn't help but swallow. The psychological shadow of the past five years resurfaced, and he stammered and nodded, "...Y-yes... I brought it..."

"The usual?"

"...Y-yes... yes..."

Boss Dudley hurriedly nodded, took out five pounds from his pocket, and tremblingly handed it to the gray-haired teenager, "I... Pierre's... and Danny... Morken... and Gordon's... five people's..."

According to the standard set by the gray-haired teenager, Vison Wright, any child seen fighting at Wisteria Elementary School must prepare one pound in advance.

Boss Dudley was the leader of the Dudley Gang.

Since he was the boss, it was only natural for him to pay for his followers.

"Give them bread."

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

A teenager standing next to him took the pounds from Boss Dudley's hand, took out five palm-sized loaves of bread from his backpack, and threw them on the ground.

This was Vison Wright's rule.

They were doing legitimate business.

As for why bread worth four new pence had to be sold for the high price of one pound, there was naturally no need to mention it excessively.

Similarly.

Rules were rules.

Even the victims of beatings in the school had to pay Vison Wright one pound to buy bread, even though they were sometimes just innocent victims.

"Harry Potter."

The gray-haired teenager waved for Boss Dudley to step aside and walked up to the skinny boy, "Are you going to give me an IOU today?"

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

Harry Potter raised his head to meet the gray-haired teenager's gaze, then slowly lowered it again, somewhat afraid to speak, "Sorry, I can only..."

"It's okay."

The gray-haired teenager shook his head indifferently, reached out and took the paper and pen from his follower's hand, wrote an IOU, and handed it over.

[Harry Potter purchased bread from Vison Wright on June 30, 1989, owing the amount of one pound, with a repayment date of July 31, 1996. The outstanding amount will fluctuate according to the bank interest rate each year.]

"..."

Harry Potter signed his name with the pen.

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

This bread was probably going to be his dinner.

Harry Potter had always lived with his aunt and uncle, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, and his cousin Dudley Dursley, having just been taught a lesson by Vinson Wright, would surely go home to cry and complain to his aunt and uncle.

Harry knew from a young age that when the Dursleys were angry, they would take it out on him, most likely not letting him have dinner, so this bread would at least fill his stomach.

After Harry Potter took the bread from the gray-haired boy's lackey, he couldn't help but call out to his creditor as he turned to leave.

"Vinson Wright!"

Harry Potter hurried a few steps to catch up outside the school gate, looking at the gray-haired boy's figure and shouting, "Which middle school are you going to? In two years, when I graduate, I'll come find you!"

"..."

Vinson Wright stopped.

Harry Potter suddenly felt a little nervous and quickly explained, "Find you... I need to contact you... to pay you back the money in the future!"

All the students present were looking at Vinson Wright's figure, including many of his supporters in this elementary school, their eyes longing for an answer.

Because Vinson Wright had never told them.

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

The gray-haired boy, who had left a strong mark on the childhood memories of everyone in Wisteria Elementary School, only paused for a moment before striding forward again.

Just then, a car stopped in front of the elementary school.

A gray-haired man in a suit got out of the car and stood beside it, opening the car door for Vinson Wright, looking somewhat respectful.

The man was a bit old, resembling an old butler.

Only after the old butler-like man watched Vinson Wright get into the car did he gently close the back door and return to his driver's seat.

A group of elementary school students watched this scene.

These little guys had no idea what Vinson Wright's family was like; they only knew that he always seemed so imposing.

Harry Potter's small figure stood at the front of the group of little guys, his eyes fixed on the car window, waiting for the car to start and leave.

This was a farewell.

Perhaps the elementary school students standing by the roadside would realize when they grew up that they were not only saying goodbye to Vinson Wright at this moment, but also to their own childhood.

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

The middle-aged man in the driver's seat started the car coldly, saying somewhat sullenly, "However, you won't be in the same world as them anymore."

Hearing that the gray-haired boy in the car still didn't respond, the man couldn't help but frown and say, "Vinson Wright, the reason you had me take the time to pick you up today was to show me that you're doing well in the Muggle world?"

"Really..."

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

"Don't go too far."

"See that?"

The gray-haired boy ignored the man's temper, focusing on 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 few notches, and he couldn't help but follow the gray-haired boy's gaze to look out the window, "You actually found Harry Potter! No... you've been in this Muggle school all along to protect Harry Potter?"

Any Wizard who heard this name would be surprised, and many would want to sincerely thank the boy for the stability he had brought to the Wizarding World.

Of course.

There were also many who wanted to kill Harry Potter.

Including the middle-aged man's son, Barty Crouch Jr.

"Who knows..."

The gray-haired boy didn't answer directly.

The boy simply folded his hands, resting his arms on his legs, and regained his aggressive aura.

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

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

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