Chapter 1 The Warthog School of Magic
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Late July 1991, London.
Westminster College, located between Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament, is a prestigious school with a history dating back to 1179.
"Son, congratulations on passing the 16+ entrance exam—"
The old principal handed the document to the boy sitting opposite him.
"Vincent, you're the smartest kid I've ever met."
"Thank you, principal." The boy who received the praise said calmly, "Without your help, I'm afraid I won't be able to become a student here until I'm 13."
The old principal laughed heartily after hearing this, "If you don't use some privileges, you, the No.1 in the National Youth Mathematics Competition, will probably be snatched away by Eaton's gang."
Beneath Vincent's gray-blonde short hair was a young but slightly handsome face.
"Principal, Eaton sent me an acceptance letter—"
When the other party became nervous, he said the second half of the sentence in disappointment: "It's a pity that they are in the first grade of middle school, otherwise I might really agree to them."
The old principal, who was secretly relieved, saw the blue eyes on the other side wink mischievously, and knew that the 11-year-old was kidding himself.
"Son, see you on the first day of school."
"I'll be looking forward to it."
Under a benevolent gaze, Vincent, who had successfully skipped a grade, got up calmly and left the principal's office.
His physique is not thin, and his height has reached 1.6 meters.
Standing among a group of 16-year-old fourth-grade students, there will not be too much sense of disobedience.
He came to the parking lot and got into an ordinary black car.
The handsome uncle wearing sunglasses in the driver's seat turned his face sideways: "I always think Eaton is better than here."
Vincent buckled the seat belt on the rear seat, "Dad, I can go straight to the fourth grade here."
His father, Eric, shook his head, started the car and drove out of the Westminster campus.
"Your grandfather and I both graduated from Eton, and the connections there will be of great help to you."
"But grandpa went into the sea after graduation—"
Vincent looked out the window and shrugged: "Dad, you are going to the army."
Eric's face was ugly in sunglasses.
"Boy, don't always make me feel weird."
Vincent saluted with his right hand, with an extremely serious expression: "Got it, Captain!"
"Okay, very good." The dark-faced Eric dared to swear to the sky, if the kid in the back seat was his team member, he would have been floating outside the car.
But thinking of the three backers behind the other party, after all, I can only think about it.
Vincent Wayne, who has excelled in studies since he was a child, is not only a nerd who can only read, but also an existence that no one dares to provoke in school.
Grandpa is now ashore, and he lives by collecting rent from a few shops in Oxford Street.
Dad retired and now legally runs a gun shop.
Someone in the family is a kid from a gang, and when he sees him, he has to behave with his tail between his legs.
Even if there is Lengtouqing who is ignorant, relying on advantages such as height and physical fitness, he has never lost when it comes to reason.
However, such an excellent child secretly has an unknown side.
Vincent Wayne, he is a time traveler from 30 years later.
On a stormy night, holding an umbrella and calling his girlfriend to say that he was about to arrive, he suddenly had a close contact with Lei Dian.
Pain doesn't hurt, it's just that things happen too suddenly.
When he was less than one year old, he chose to accept the reality and he had already thought about his future path.
go to school - graduate - start a company - get rich
Everyone with the surname Wayne is ruthless.
After laying a solid foundation, Bruce, who can't be Gotham's evil nemesis, must at least be Thomas, who is rich and powerful.
"Boom..."
Vincent, whose thoughts were gradually drifting away, was considering whether to invest in Little Apple for a few years, or buy the fat penguin who blinked mischievously, when he was suddenly pulled back to the real world by the abnormal noise from the roof.
"I'll go and have a look." Eric parked the car on the side of the road.
"Gift crab!"
Just as the car door opened a small gap, a brown unknown object shot in.
He quickly reached out to grab a handful, but only caught a few feathers.
Vincent in the back seat could clearly see that it was an owl that flew into the car.
To be precise, a dark brown owl with a parchment envelope in its mouth.
"Cuckoo——" it flapped its wings violently, braked sharply in the air, and fell into a warm little embrace.
Vincent hugged it and looked it around several times, "Dad, you are so rude."
Pointing to the back of the owl's waist, he complained, "It's all bald here."
"Hey!" Eric handed over the feather in his palm, "It was the one that scared me first."
"Cuckoo——" the owl tilted its head, and raised the letter it was holding.
On the most conspicuous red wax seal, there are four animals, lion, eagle, badger and snake, surrounded by the capital H, forming a shield-shaped emblem.
"West End, black car bound for Oxford Street, Mr. Vincent Wayne in the back seat?"
Before Vincent marveled at the address written in curly emerald green ink, he heard Eric complain.
"How can a serious person use an owl to send a letter..."
"Cuckoo-"
"Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough, otherwise you will be finished..."
"Cuckoo!!"
This person and one eagle seem to be arguing?
Before paying for a translation, Vincent felt the need to read the contents of the letter.
Those who can be accurately positioned these days, except for the satellites floating in the sky, only Clark with thick eyebrows and big eyes is left.
"Hmm... Warthog School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
The owl turned its little head.
Its pair of slanted round eyes seemed to give it a chance to take a closer look.
"Okay." Vincent curled his lips and read the contents of the letter.
[Dear Mr. Wayne:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.Semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will wait for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.
Sincerely Vice-Chancellor Minerva McGonagall]
"Magic school?" Eric's mouth twitched a bit: "I've only heard of Karma Taj, which is a magical sanctuary 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 to read a few lines, and suddenly stood up unexpectedly.
"Boom—whoops—"
He hit the roof of the car and sat down blankly.
I seem to have heard of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in my previous life.
"dana-nanana-bi-do-do-dananabi-dobi-dobi—"
Vincent, humming a short piece of music, slowly folded the letter under the watchful eyes of one person and one eagle.
His expression was focused and serious: "Dad, can Westminster suspend school?"
"Guliu——" Eric looked at the determined baby son, and then at the owl with its proud little head raised.
"How much is the bank account?"
"No."
"How much is the tuition fee per year?"
"Not written."
"Where is the school address?"
"nor."
Eric, who frowned, dared to use his pocket money for the next year to swear that this Warthog School of Witchcraft and Magic had a strong background.
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Westminster College, located between Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament, is a prestigious school with a history dating back to 1179.
"Son, congratulations on passing the 16+ entrance exam—"
The old principal handed the document to the boy sitting opposite him.
"Vincent, you're the smartest kid I've ever met."
"Thank you, principal." The boy who received the praise said calmly, "Without your help, I'm afraid I won't be able to become a student here until I'm 13."
The old principal laughed heartily after hearing this, "If you don't use some privileges, you, the No.1 in the National Youth Mathematics Competition, will probably be snatched away by Eaton's gang."
Beneath Vincent's gray-blonde short hair was a young but slightly handsome face.
"Principal, Eaton sent me an acceptance letter—"
When the other party became nervous, he said the second half of the sentence in disappointment: "It's a pity that they are in the first grade of middle school, otherwise I might really agree to them."
The old principal, who was secretly relieved, saw the blue eyes on the other side wink mischievously, and knew that the 11-year-old was kidding himself.
"Son, see you on the first day of school."
"I'll be looking forward to it."
Under a benevolent gaze, Vincent, who had successfully skipped a grade, got up calmly and left the principal's office.
His physique is not thin, and his height has reached 1.6 meters.
Standing among a group of 16-year-old fourth-grade students, there will not be too much sense of disobedience.
He came to the parking lot and got into an ordinary black car.
The handsome uncle wearing sunglasses in the driver's seat turned his face sideways: "I always think Eaton is better than here."
Vincent buckled the seat belt on the rear seat, "Dad, I can go straight to the fourth grade here."
His father, Eric, shook his head, started the car and drove out of the Westminster campus.
"Your grandfather and I both graduated from Eton, and the connections there will be of great help to you."
"But grandpa went into the sea after graduation—"
Vincent looked out the window and shrugged: "Dad, you are going to the army."
Eric's face was ugly in sunglasses.
"Boy, don't always make me feel weird."
Vincent saluted with his right hand, with an extremely serious expression: "Got it, Captain!"
"Okay, very good." The dark-faced Eric dared to swear to the sky, if the kid in the back seat was his team member, he would have been floating outside the car.
But thinking of the three backers behind the other party, after all, I can only think about it.
Vincent Wayne, who has excelled in studies since he was a child, is not only a nerd who can only read, but also an existence that no one dares to provoke in school.
Grandpa is now ashore, and he lives by collecting rent from a few shops in Oxford Street.
Dad retired and now legally runs a gun shop.
Someone in the family is a kid from a gang, and when he sees him, he has to behave with his tail between his legs.
Even if there is Lengtouqing who is ignorant, relying on advantages such as height and physical fitness, he has never lost when it comes to reason.
However, such an excellent child secretly has an unknown side.
Vincent Wayne, he is a time traveler from 30 years later.
On a stormy night, holding an umbrella and calling his girlfriend to say that he was about to arrive, he suddenly had a close contact with Lei Dian.
Pain doesn't hurt, it's just that things happen too suddenly.
When he was less than one year old, he chose to accept the reality and he had already thought about his future path.
go to school - graduate - start a company - get rich
Everyone with the surname Wayne is ruthless.
After laying a solid foundation, Bruce, who can't be Gotham's evil nemesis, must at least be Thomas, who is rich and powerful.
"Boom..."
Vincent, whose thoughts were gradually drifting away, was considering whether to invest in Little Apple for a few years, or buy the fat penguin who blinked mischievously, when he was suddenly pulled back to the real world by the abnormal noise from the roof.
"I'll go and have a look." Eric parked the car on the side of the road.
"Gift crab!"
Just as the car door opened a small gap, a brown unknown object shot in.
He quickly reached out to grab a handful, but only caught a few feathers.
Vincent in the back seat could clearly see that it was an owl that flew into the car.
To be precise, a dark brown owl with a parchment envelope in its mouth.
"Cuckoo——" it flapped its wings violently, braked sharply in the air, and fell into a warm little embrace.
Vincent hugged it and looked it around several times, "Dad, you are so rude."
Pointing to the back of the owl's waist, he complained, "It's all bald here."
"Hey!" Eric handed over the feather in his palm, "It was the one that scared me first."
"Cuckoo——" the owl tilted its head, and raised the letter it was holding.
On the most conspicuous red wax seal, there are four animals, lion, eagle, badger and snake, surrounded by the capital H, forming a shield-shaped emblem.
"West End, black car bound for Oxford Street, Mr. Vincent Wayne in the back seat?"
Before Vincent marveled at the address written in curly emerald green ink, he heard Eric complain.
"How can a serious person use an owl to send a letter..."
"Cuckoo-"
"Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough, otherwise you will be finished..."
"Cuckoo!!"
This person and one eagle seem to be arguing?
Before paying for a translation, Vincent felt the need to read the contents of the letter.
Those who can be accurately positioned these days, except for the satellites floating in the sky, only Clark with thick eyebrows and big eyes is left.
"Hmm... Warthog School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
The owl turned its little head.
Its pair of slanted round eyes seemed to give it a chance to take a closer look.
"Okay." Vincent curled his lips and read the contents of the letter.
[Dear Mr. Wayne:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.Semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will wait for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.
Sincerely Vice-Chancellor Minerva McGonagall]
"Magic school?" Eric's mouth twitched a bit: "I've only heard of Karma Taj, which is a magical sanctuary 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 to read a few lines, and suddenly stood up unexpectedly.
"Boom—whoops—"
He hit the roof of the car and sat down blankly.
I seem to have heard of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in my previous life.
"dana-nanana-bi-do-do-dananabi-dobi-dobi—"
Vincent, humming a short piece of music, slowly folded the letter under the watchful eyes of one person and one eagle.
His expression was focused and serious: "Dad, can Westminster suspend school?"
"Guliu——" Eric looked at the determined baby son, and then at the owl with its proud little head raised.
"How much is the bank account?"
"No."
"How much is the tuition fee per year?"
"Not written."
"Where is the school address?"
"nor."
Eric, who frowned, dared to use his pocket money for the next year to swear that this Warthog School of Witchcraft and Magic had a strong background.
……
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