On the morning of September 1, Lin An hurried out of a nearby hotel - she had been dressed as a homeless man yesterday, had taken several bus transfers, and arrived at a hotel close to King's Cross Station.

Because his image is so bad, he has to spend more time talking and the aunt of the two-pound hotel.

That can't be helped, adhering to the principle of "more things are better than less", before entering school, Lin An still covered himself with the appearance of wandering.

Last night, she took the happiest bath since she crossed over, rubbed off the thick mud, changed into the cleanest pajamas, set the alarm clock, pressed the box against the door, and slept in the dark.

This taste of peace of mind was so wonderful that when he looked in the mirror while brushing his teeth in the morning, Lin An felt that the mixed-race beautiful girl in the mirror was radiant.

Pulling a brand new suitcase, the wand has special pockets tied around the waist, and a handy satchel on his back. When Lin An came out of the hotel, he walked with the wind.

As the bustling crowds make their way into King's Cross Station, the trains here are full of a sense of the times. Lin An followed the plastic sign hanging on the stone pillar and found the partition wall three-quarters between the ninth and tenth platforms.

Looking at the hard stone wall, she reached out and tried it several times—there was no place to pierce anyone.

With so many people, are you going to bang your head against the wall here? If you don't go there, or if you find the wrong place, won't it seem a little silly?

Lin An looked at the second-hand Rolex in his hand - when this thing entered Hogwarts, it would be a scrap.

At this moment, she leaned against the wall, her eyes looking for the "immortal child" in the crowd.

Her pen pal.

Kind, perhaps impulsive, Harry Potter.

……

At this moment, she saw a tall and burly middle-aged man with a big beard and a fat neck walking in the crowd.

He was pushing a cart with a battered suitcase on top of it, followed by a skinny boy who was also dressed in old, ill-fitting clothes.

The other party's black hair was messy, uneven in length, and he was wearing messy glasses glued with duct tape, and he was looking at the crowd in horror at the moment.

It was too far away, Lin An didn't know what they were talking about, only to see the big man smile maliciously at the little boy, then threw down the cart and left.

Needless to say, this is Harry Potter.

Lin An walked over with his suitcase.

When he got closer, he realized that even if she hadn't eaten well since she crossed over, she was still a head taller than the skinny Harry.

"Hey, Harry, why don't you wear that pair of glasses I gave you?"

Harry Potter looked at the girl in front of him in almost shock—she had long thick black hair and an orange-brown beret buttoned up on her head, and she looked extraordinarily beautiful.

And the other party's face has the unique delicacy of the Oriental, but it has deep eyebrows and eyes and the same fair complexion!

Oh, my God!

Harry was instantly embarrassed.

"I ...... I...... Are you Lin an? ”

Lin An smiled: "Isn't it obvious?" ”

"No, no, no," Harry said almost incoherently.

"I never thought you were like this, I thought, I thought ......"

Why, Harry couldn't tell, he was too young and hadn't seen much. At this moment, in a panic, he finally recalled the other party's first question, so he replied abruptly:

"I'd like to wait until I get on the train to change my glasses, or Uncle Vernon will be bad if he breaks it."