July 27, 1991.
London.
In the city of Westminster, in a luxurious villa covering an area of nearly ten thousand square feet.
"In the third grade, I beat all the classmates until they cried."
"In fourth grade, I buried ten pounds of fireworks in the bathroom, and they exploded all over the sky."
"Fifth grade, live broadcast of in-depth communication between the principal and teachers."
"The most outrageous thing is that at the sixth grade graduation ceremony, you actually gave the hammer and sickle speech in front of so many powerful people."
"If it weren't for the fact that you were the last remaining descendant of the Lawrence family, you would probably still be under investigation by MI6."
In the reception room.
The middle-aged man in a suit, with a meticulous figure, recounted the glorious deeds of the handsome young man opposite him with an expressionless face.
At the end of his speech, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
You don't know until you count, and you'll be surprised when you do.
Apart from these annual 'big events,' there were still too many small problems that he was too lazy to count.
You're just in elementary school; why can you cause so many weird things?
"Wayne Lawrence, I'm having a serious discussion with you. Please pay attention!"
Seeing that the young man was a little absent-minded, the middle-aged man frowned and raised his voice slightly.
For many years, ever since he became secretary to a cabinet minister, no one's attention was distracted when he was speaking.
He, Humphrey Appleby, Chief Secretary to the Home Office, was hailed as a model of the British Empire's civil service and had a promising future.
Now he has to worry about his nephew's schooling.
The handsome young man sitting opposite him is his nephew.
Wayne Lawrence.
The heir to the title of Earl Lawrence of this generation.
The Lawrence family has always been a single-line family. When it came to Wayne's parents' generation, they encountered an accident shortly after Wayne was born, making him the only child in the Lawrence family.
In order to prevent his sister's bloodline from being cut off, Humphrey has cared more about his nephew than his own son over the years.
"Oh, sorry, Uncle Humphrey, just thinking about something."
"Please continue."
Wayne gave an apologetic smile, which, combined with his handsome and perfect appearance, gave people a very polite feeling. It was impossible to imagine that he was the one who did the things he just said.
The middle-aged man's expression relaxed slightly, and he continued:
"Wayne, I spoke with Danvers from Harrow School yesterday. With your grades, there's no problem getting in. I just ask you to curb your curiosity and excessive energy."
"Otherwise, if you don't get a good review in the college evaluation column, it will cause great trouble for you to enter Oxford and Bailey College in the future..."
Harrow School is the most famous and oldest aristocratic school in England. Its most famous alumnus is the British Prime Minister during World War II.
"Wayne, what's that look?"
"Um, Uncle, I don't think I told you I want to go to Harrow School?" Wayne Bear spread his hands.
"So where do you want to go? Eton College? No, they're just famous, but it's getting worse every year. Anyone with money can get in."
"Westminster School? No, that won't do. This school has a strong artistic atmosphere, but it won't be very helpful for your future political career."
Humphrey carefully analyzed several nearby prestigious schools, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Harrow School was the best choice.
But Wayne acted as if he didn't hear anything and took out an envelope from behind him.
There was a wax seal, a shield emblem, and a capital H surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.
"Sorry, Uncle, I won't go to any of these schools."
Wayne gave a standard formula smile: "I don't want to be a Muggle anymore!"
.....
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Magic, First-Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.
In addition, considering your family circumstances, we will send a professor to your home at 9 a.m. tomorrow to answer questions and provide guidance."
"Hogwarts..."
After reading the contents of the letter, Humphrey looked at the mark on the wax seal.
As a high-ranking official in the entire English official system, the whole of England no longer had any secrets for Humphrey.
He also knew about that group of gifted people.
Their department even has some connections with the Ministry of Magic, which governs that group of freaks, and the two sides have had experience of cooperation.
The only thing he didn't expect was that his nephew actually had such qualifications.
"You want to go to Hogwarts?"
"Of course." Wayne nodded gently: "Such an interesting place, I definitely want to go and see it."
He then complained, "I have already been in a boys' school for six years in primary school. If I go to Harrow or Eton for seven years..."
Wayne couldn't help but shudder.
No wonder the national conditions of the country are different. After more than ten years of attending boys' schools, many people have become gay if they were not already gay.
Humphrey fell into deep thought:
"Since it's your choice... I respect you, Wayne. If I had the opportunity to learn extraordinary powers, I wouldn't refuse it."
"However, just in case this is a scam, I will come over tomorrow and meet the professor with you."
"Of course." Wayne didn't object.
After the appointment, Humphrey declined Wayne's invitation to dinner and hurried back to Downing Street.
Wayne also expressed his understanding of this.
Uncle Humphrey not only had to deal with a large amount of official business every day but was also busy competing with Interior Secretary Jim Hack.
Although the minister had not received systematic political training, he looked rather funny.
But the killer instinct he occasionally displayed was enough to give Humphrey a headache.
After instructing the servants to prepare a table of delicious food to celebrate, Wayne first returned to his bedroom.
Recite silently in your heart.
"Big Brother System, let's make a deal. How about returning the points I spent a few days ago?"
"At worst, I can return the rewards to you."
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