1. I Don’t Want To Be A Muggle Anymore!

1991, July 27.

London.

In downtown Westminster, there was a luxurious villa that covered an area of nearly 10,000 square feet.

"In third grade, I made all the students in the class cry."

"In fourth grade, I buried ten pounds of fireworks in the bathroom, and they exploded into the sky."

"In fifth grade, there was an in-depth exchange between the principal and teachers."

"The most outrageous thing is that at the sixth-grade graduation ceremony, you gave a speech with a hammer and sickle in front of so many dignitaries."

"If it weren't for the fact that you are the last member of the Lawrence family, you would still be under review by MI6."

In the reception room, a middle-aged man, wearing a suit and sitting with a meticulous posture, told the glorious deeds of the handsome young man sitting opposite him without expression.

At the end of the sentence, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

You won't know if you don't count them, but you will be shocked if you do count them.

Apart from these annual 'big events', there were numerous small problems that he was too lazy to count.

You went to elementary school, so why did you make so many mistakes?

"Wayne Lawrence, I am discussing a very serious topic with you, so please focus your attention!"

Seeing that the young man was a little distracted, the middle-aged man frowned and raised his voice slightly.

It had been many years since he became secretary to a cabinet minister, and he had never been distracted by others when he spoke.

He, Humphrey Appleby, Chief Secretary of the Home Office, was hailed as a model civil servant in the British Empire and had an unlimited future. However, now he had to worry about his nephew's schooling.

The handsome young man sitting opposite him was his nephew, Wayne Lawrence, the heir to the title of Earl Lawrence of this generation.

The Lawrence family had always been a single generation. When it came to Wayne's parents' generation, they encountered an accident shortly after Wayne was born, which made him the only child of the Lawrence family.

To prevent his sister's bloodline from being cut off, Humphrey had cared more about his nephew than his own son over the years.

"Oh, sorry, Uncle Humphrey, I was just thinking about something."

"Please continue."

Wayne's apologetic smile, coupled with his perfectly handsome appearance, gave people a polite feeling. It was completely unimaginable that he had done the things he just described.

The middle-aged man's expression softened slightly and he continued:

"Wayne, I already spoke with Danvers from Harrow School yesterday. There is no problem with getting you in based on your grades, but... please restrain your strong curiosity and excess energy."

"Otherwise, if you don't receive good reviews in the college evaluation column, it will cause significant trouble for you to enter Oxford and Bailey College in the future..."

Harrow School, the most famous and oldest aristocratic school in England, is renowned for producing distinguished alumni, including the British Prime Minister during World War II.

"Wayne, what's that look on your face?"

"Um, uncle, I never said I wanted to attend Harrow School, did I?" Wayne shrugged and spread his hands.

"Then where do you want to go? Eton College? No, they are just famous. In recent years, they have been declining. As long as you have money, you can get in."

"Westminster Public School? No way. It may have a strong artistic atmosphere, but it won't be beneficial for your future career in politics."

Humphrey tried his best to analyze several nearby famous schools. 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 his back.

There was a wax seal, depicting a shield with a capital H surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Sorry uncle, I won't be attending any of these schools."

Wayne displayed a standard formulaic smile: "I don't want to be a Muggle anymore!"

....

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, First Class Magician of the Order of Merlin, Chief Magician of the Wizengamot.)

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

Additionally, due to your family circumstances, we will send a professor to your home at 9 a.m. tomorrow to answer questions and offer guidance."

"Hogwarts..."

After reading the letter's contents, Humphrey examined the mark on the wax seal.

As a high-ranking leader within the English official system, Humphrey has no secrets in England.

He was aware of that group of talented individuals.

There has even been contact between the department he oversees and the Ministry of Magic, which governs that group of extraordinary individuals, and the two parties have cooperated in the past.

The only thing he didn't anticipate was that his nephew possessed such qualifications.

"You want to go to Hogwarts?"

"Of course." Wayne nodded slightly. "I want to visit such an intriguing place."

Then he complained, "I have been attending an all-boys school for six years since primary school. If I were to go to Harrow or Eton for seven more years..."

Wayne couldn't help but shudder.

Humphrey fell into deep thought "Since it's your choice, Wayne, I respect you. If you have the opportunity to learn extraordinary strength, I won't refuse it. However, just in case this is a scam, I'll come over tomorrow and meet the professor with you." Wayne didn't object.

After scheduling an appointment, Humphrey declined Wayne's dinner invitation and hurried back to Downing Street. Wayne understood this. Uncle Humphrey not only has to deal with a lot of official business every day, but he's also busy competing with Jim Harker, the Secretary of the Interior.

Although the minister hasn't received systematic training as a politician, he looks funny. However, the killer instinct he occasionally displays is enough to give Humphrey a headache.

After instructing the servants at home to prepare a table of delicious food to celebrate, Wayne returned to his bedroom first. He silently contemplated, "Brother System, let's discuss it. How about returning the points I spent in the past few days to me?" "In the worst case, I'll return those rewards to you."