July 27, 1991. London.
In a luxurious villa occupying nearly ten thousand square feet in the Westminster district.
"In third grade, you beat up the entire class."
"In fourth grade, you planted ten pounds of fireworks in the bathroom, causing a sky full of explosions."
"In fifth grade, you live-streamed an in-depth conversation between the headmaster and a teacher."
"And the most outrageous thing is that at your sixth-grade graduation ceremony, you gave a speech about hammers and sickles in front of so many dignitaries."
"If you weren't the last of the Lawrence family, you'd probably still be under investigation by MI5."

In the living room, a middle-aged man in a suit, with an impeccable posture, was recounting the glorious deeds of the handsome young man sitting opposite him expressionlessly.
By the end of his list, his corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.
He hadn't realized until he started counting just how many incidents there were.
Besides these annual 'big events', there were too many smaller issues for him to bother counting.
How could you possibly cause so much trouble in an elementary school?

"Wayne Lawrence, I'm discussing a very serious matter with you, please focus your attention!"
Seeing the young man looking a little absent-minded, the middle-aged man frowned and raised his voice slightly.
For how many years had it been since he became the Secretary to the Cabinet that he had encountered someone who dared to daydream while he was speaking?
He, Humphrey Appby, the Chief Secretary of the Home Office, was hailed as a model civil servant in the British Empire and had a promising future.
Yet here he was, racking his brains over his nephew's affairs.
The handsome young man sitting opposite him was his nephew.
Wayne Lawrence.
The heir to the title of Earl of Lawrence.
The Lawrence family had always had only one heir per generation. By the time Wayne's parents had him, they had met with an accident shortly after his birth, making him the sole survivor of the Lawrence family.
To prevent his sister's bloodline from being cut off, Humphrey had cared for this nephew more than his own son over the years.

"Oh, sorry, Uncle Humphrey, I was just thinking about something."
"Please continue."
Wayne gave an apologetic smile, which, combined with his perfectly handsome appearance, gave people a polite impression, making it impossible to imagine that he was the one who had done all those things.
The middle-aged man's expression softened slightly and he continued:
"Wayne, I've already talked to Danvers at Harrow School yesterday, and with your grades, there's no problem getting in, but... please try to restrain your exuberant curiosity and excess energy."
"Otherwise, if you don't get a good rating in the school's evaluation, it will greatly hinder your future entry into Oxford or Cambridge..."

Harrow School was the most famous and oldest public school in England, and its most famous alumnus was the British Prime Minister during World War II.
"Wayne, what kind of look is that?"
"Um, Uncle, I don't think I ever said I wanted to go to Harrow School," Wayne shrugged.
"Where else do you want to go? Eton? No, they're just famous, and they've been declining year by year. Anyone with money can get in."
"Westminster School? No, that school has a strong artistic atmosphere, which won't be much help for your future in politics."
Humphrey analyzed the nearby famous schools with all his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Harrow School was the best choice.
But Wayne acted as if he hadn't heard, and took out an envelope from behind him.
There was a wax seal on it, with a shield emblem, a capital letter H surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.
"Sorry, Uncle, I'm not going to any of those schools."
Wayne gave a standard formulaic smile, "I'm not going to be a Muggle anymore!"
...
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Order of Merlin, First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot)
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.
In addition, due to your family circumstances, we will send a professor to your home tomorrow morning at nine o'clock to answer your questions and guide you."
"Hogwarts..."
After reading the letter, Humphrey looked at the wax seal.
As a high-ranking official in the entire British civil service, there were no secrets for Humphrey in all of England.
He was also aware of those gifted people.
His department even had some connections with the Ministry of Magic, which was in charge of those freaks, and they had cooperated before.
What he didn't expect was that his nephew had such qualifications.
"You want to go to Hogwarts?"
"Of course," Wayne nodded lightly. "Such an interesting place, I definitely want to check it out."
Then he complained, "I've already been to an all-boys school for six years. If I go to Harrow or Eton for seven years..."
Wayne couldn't help but shiver.
No wonder Britain had its own national conditions. After more than ten years in an all-boys school, many people were not gay, but they would become gay.
Humphrey fell into deep thought:
"Since it's your choice... I respect you, Wayne. If I had the chance to learn a superhuman power, I wouldn't refuse it either."
"However, to prevent this from being a scam, I'll come with you tomorrow to meet the professor."
"Of course." Wayne didn't object.
After making an appointment, Humphrey declined Wayne's invitation to dinner and hurried back to Downing Street.
Wayne understood.
His uncle Humphrey not only had to deal with a lot of official business every day, but he also had to compete with the Home Secretary, Jim Hacker.
Although the minister had not received systematic political training and seemed rather funny.
But the occasional killer instinct he showed was enough to give Humphrey a headache.
Asking the housemaid to prepare a delicious meal to celebrate, Wayne returned to his bedroom.
He silently said in his heart.
"System, brother, can we make a deal? How about returning the points I spent a few days ago?"
"I'll even return those rewards to you."