Harry Potter: Please Graduate From Hogwarts Soon and Go Away!

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1991, July 27

London

In downtown Westminster, in a luxurious villa covering nearly 10,000 square feet

"Third grade, you made all the students in the class cry."

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

"In fifth grade, you live-streamed a private meeting 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 many dignitaries."

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

In the reception room, a middle-aged man in a suit, with a meticulous posture, recounted the deeds of the handsome young man opposite him. He did so without showing emotion. At the end of the sentence, his mouth twitched slightly.

You wouldn't know if you didn't count them, but you would be shocked if you did. Apart from these annual 'big events', there were many small problems that he was too lazy to list. Wayne Lawrence, you went to elementary school. Why did you make so many mistakes?

"Wayne Lawrence, I am discussing a very serious topic with you. Please focus your attention!" Seeing that the young man was distracted, the middle-aged man frowned and raised his voice slightly.

It had been many years since he became secretary to a cabinet minister. No one had ever distracted him when he was speaking. Humphrey Appleby, Chief Secretary of the Home Office, was hailed as a model of civil service in the British Empire and had a bright future. Now, however, 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 has always had only one child per generation. When it came to Wayne's parents' generation, they had an accident shortly after Wayne was born. This made him the sole heir of the Lawrence family. To ensure his sister's bloodline continued, Humphrey cared more about his nephew than his own son over the years.

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

"You continue."

Wayne's apologetic smile, combined with his perfectly handsome appearance, gave him a polite demeanor, making it hard to believe that he had done the things mentioned.

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

"Wayne, I already talked with Danvers from Harrow School yesterday. There's no problem with you getting in with your grades, but... please restrain your curiosity and excess energy."

"Otherwise, if you don't get good reviews in the college evaluation column, it will be 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 is that look on your face?"

"Um, uncle, I don't think I ever said I wanted to go to Harrow School, did I?" Wayne spread his hands.

"Then where do you want to go? Eton College? No, they are just famous. In recent years, they have been getting worse. You just need money to get in."

"Westminster Public School? No way. This school has a strong artistic atmosphere, but it won't be of much help to you in entering politics in the future."

Humphrey tried his best to analyze several famous schools nearby. 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, a shield, 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 showed 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.

In addition, due to your family environment, 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 the top leader of the entire English official system, Humphrey knew secrets in England. He also knew about that group of talented people. There is even some contact between their department and the Ministry of Magic, which governs that group of freaks, and the two parties have had experiences 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 slightly. "I definitely want to visit such an interesting place."

Then he complained, "I have been to a boys' school for six years since primary school. If I go to Harrow or Eton for seven years..." Wayne couldn't help but shudder.

No wonder England has its own national conditions. After more than ten years in an all-boys school, many people are either bent or have to become bent.

Humphrey fell into thought. "Since it is your choice, I respect you, Wayne. If you have the opportunity to learn extraordinary strength, I will not refuse it. However, in case this is a scam, I will come over tomorrow and meet the professor with you."

"Of course," Wayne didn't object.

After making an appointment, Humphrey declined Wayne's invitation to have dinner and hurried back to Downing Street. Wayne also understood this. Uncle Humphrey not only has to deal with a lot of official business every day, but he is also busy competing with Jim Harker, the Secretary of the Interior. Although the minister has not received systematic training as a politician, he looks funny. But 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 thought silently in his heart, "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 will return those rewards to you."