On the morning of September 1st, Lin An hurriedly came out of a nearby hotel - she had dressed in tramp clothes yesterday, transferred to several buses, and arrived at a hotel very close to King's Cross station.
Because my image was so bad, I had to spend an extra two pounds on the hotel lady.
There was no way, adhering to the principle of "doing more is worse than doing less", before enrolling in school, Lin An still used the appearance of wandering to cover himself.
Last night, she took the most pleasurable bath since time travel, scrubbed off the thick dirt, put on the cleanest pajamas, set the alarm clock, pressed the box against the door, and slept in a dark sleep.
.
This feeling of peace of mind was so wonderful that when Lin An looked in the mirror while brushing his teeth in the morning, he felt that the beautiful mixed-race girl in the mirror was radiant.
Pulling a brand new suitcase, a special pocket for the wand was tied around his waist, and he was carrying a convenient shoulder bag. When Lin An left the hotel, he felt windy when he walked.
As the bustling crowd walked into King's Cross Station, the trains here were full of a sense of the times. Lin An followed the plastic signs hanging on the stone pillars and found the dividing wall three-quarters of the way between platforms nine and ten.
Looking at the hard stone wall, she stretched out her hand and tried several times - there was no place where people could penetrate it.
With so many people here, are you going to hit the wall? What if you don’t go there, or if you find the wrong place, will you look a little too stupid?
Lin An looked at the second-hand Rolex in his hand - when this thing goes to Hogwarts, it will become a piece of junk.
At this moment, she was leaning against the wall, looking for the "child who survived" in the crowd.
Her pen pal.
Kind, perhaps impulsive, Harry Potter.
…
Just then, she saw a tall, burly, middle-aged man with a beard and so fat that he didn't even have a neck walking from the crowd.
He was pushing a cart with an old suitcase on top, and beside him was a thin boy who was also wearing old and ill-fitting clothes.
The other person's black hair was messy, uneven in length, and he was wearing glasses that were stuck in a mess with tape. He was looking at the crowd in panic at the moment.
They were too far away, and Lin An didn't know what they said. He only saw the big man smile maliciously at the little boy, then throw down the cart and leave.
Needless to say, this is Harry Potter.
Lin An walked over with his suitcase in hand.
When he got closer, he realized that even though she hadn't eaten well after traveling through time, she was still a head taller than the skinny Harry.
"Hey, Harry, why don't you wear those glasses I gave you?"
Harry Potter looked at the girl in front of him almost in shock - she had thick long black hair and an orange-brown beret on her head. She looked particularly beautiful.
The other person's face has the delicate delicacy unique to Asians, but it also has deep eyebrows and the same fair complexion!
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 had not seen many people. At this moment, in a panic, he finally recalled the other party's first question, so he answered abruptly:
"I want to wait until I get on the train to change my glasses, otherwise it will be bad if Uncle Vernon steps on them."
