Chapter 1: Graduated Elementary Student

In 1989, a group of elementary school students walked out of St Gregory's elementary school gate in the City of London. They were making a ruckus and chatting with each other about what they wanted to do after school that day. Walking in front of them was a skinny boy wearing baggy clothes. He wore round glasses, and there was a scar in the form of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

A chubby boy amongst them started to walk faster and grabbed the hair of the skinny boy in front of him. Behind him, the other boys started to stand like they were his lackeys. The chubby boy punched the skinny boy in his chest, who fell from the force. Seeing him on the ground, the chubby boy kicked him in the stomach.

A boy behind him said, "Wright finally got out of the school!" Hearing it, other boys behind Dudley started giggling.

"Hahaha..."

"That jerk finally got kicked out!"

"No one can control us anymore!"

"From now on, I'm the boss of this school! Call me Dudley the boss, got it, Harry?" Dudley exclaimed.

Everybody could see that this was bullying, but for Dudley Dursley, it was a way for him to celebrate. The skinny boy, whose name was Harry, couldn't help but groan in pain, but Dudley again kicked him, causing his injured part to ache. Harry frowned and tried to get up, but he was kicked over again by Dudley's sidekick, and seeing him in that state they started to laugh.

Just as these little guys cheered, surrounded by a gray-haired boy, a group of people dressed in elementary school graduate clothes came out of the gate and rushed over to them. Seeing them coming here, one of Dudley's lackeys panicked and asked "Hey, hey, hey, didn't these guys graduate already!"

"Wilson hasn't left yet!" Screaming, one of the boys who was bullying Harry tried to run, but he was stopped by one of the teenagers.

Dudley's face was pressed to the ground by one of the tall boys, he tried to struggle in a panic but was pinned to the ground again harder. Finding no way to go, he muttered, "You can't stay in this school anymore!"

The young man who pinned Dudley down slapped him on the head and snorted, "We haven't left the school yet. You beat someone today, and the protection fee needs to be paid!"

"What is going to happen to us?" one of the bullying guys asked one of the tall boys, but didn't get an answer. The gray-haired boy walked over slowly, lifted Dudley by the collar, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the slightly panicked chubby boy.

"Dudley Dursley, did you bring any money with you today?" he asked.

Dudley couldn't help but swallow his saliva. The psychological shadow of the past five years surfaced, and he stammered and nodded: "I bought it...I bought it."

"You know the old rules," the gray-haired boy said.

Dudley Dursley nodded hastily, took out five pounds from his pocket, and handed it to the gray-haired boy tremblingly: "Me... Me and... Peel's... and Danny... Moken... also Gordon...five people..."

According to the standard set by the gray-haired teenager Wilson Wright, every child he sees fighting at St Gregory's elementary school must prepare one pound in advance. Dudley Dursley is the boss of the Dudley Gang. Since he is the boss, he has to pay for his lackeys.

"Give them bread," the gray-haired boy ordered.

A teenager standing next to him took the pounds from Dudley's hand, took out five palm-sized loaves of bread from his backpack, and threw them on the ground. This is Wilson Wright's rule. They are not collecting protection fees, but doing serious business. As for why four pennies worth of bread was sold for a pound, there is no need to dwell on it. Rules are rules. Even the battered at school had to pay Wesson Wright a pound for bread, even though sometimes they were just innocent victims.

The gray-haired boy waved Dudley aside and walked over to the skinny boy: "...I...I still have no money..." Harry Potter raised his head to meet the gray-haired boy's gaze, then lowered his head slowly, a little afraid to say, "I'm sorry, I can only..."

"It does not matter," the gray-haired boy said, shaking his head indifferently. He reached out and took the paper and pen from his bag, wrote down an IOU, and handed it over.

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

Harry signed his name with a pen. Harry didn't know what an interest rate was at all, but he knew that such an IOU could get a piece of bread from the 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, and his cousin Dudley Dursley was taught a lesson by Wilson again. Dudley will go home and cry and complain to Uncle Dursley and Aunt Petunia. Harry knew from a young age that when the Dursleys were angry, they would take their frustration out on him, And they would not let him eat dinner. This bread would at least satisfy his hunger.

After Harry received the bread from the gray-haired boy's lackey.

"Wilson!" Harry called out as he chased the boy out of the school gate. When he caught up to him, he said, "Which middle school are you going to? I will come to you after I graduate!"

Wilson stopped and turned to face him. Harry suddenly felt nervous and quickly explained, "I want to contact you and return the money to you in the future."

All of the students present looked at Wilson Wright, waiting for his response. Unfortunately, the gray-haired boy still didn't answer. He paused for a moment before striding forward again.

A car was parked at the entrance of the elementary school. A gray-haired man in a suit stepped out of the car and opened the door for Wilson, looking at him respectfully.

The man looked somewhat old, very much like an old butler.

It wasn't until the old butler-like man watched Wilson get into the car that he gently closed the rear door and sat in his driver's seat.

A group of elementary school students watched this scene, not knowing anything about Wilson's family, only that he always seems Imposing.

Harry, among the group of little guys, stood at the front, his eyes fixed on the car glass, waiting for the car to start and leave.

"It seems that you are very famous in this elementary school..." the middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat started the car coldly. He said dully, "However, in the future, you will not be in the same world as them. "

Hearing that the gray-haired boy in the car still didn't respond, the man frowned and said, "Wilson, you asked me to pick you up today just so that I can see you living in the Muggle world? Is everything all right?"

The gray-haired boy turned his head slowly, looked at the elementary school students outside the car window through the glass, and sighed lightly. "You are still so short-sighted... Mr. Crouch."

"Don't go too far."

The man couldn't help but get frustrated, "You see him?"

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

"Harry Potter?!"

The middle-aged man's tone immediately rose a few notches, unable to help but follow the gray-haired teenager's gaze out the window. "You found Harry Potter! No... You have been in this Muggle school to protect Harry Potter?"

Any wizard hearing this name would inevitably be surprised, and many would sincerely appreciate the stability this boy had brought to the wizarding world, but also many wanted to kill Harry Potter. Including the men's son, Barty Crouch Jr.

"Who knows..." The gray-haired boy did not answer directly. He just closed his palms and supported his arms on his legs, Leaning his head on his fist, regaining his aggressive aura.

"From now on, I don't think you can question me again." The gray-haired boy raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat. A red light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes: "After all... it's not a hassle to use the Imperius Curse on you..."