On the morning of September 1st, Lin An hurriedly came out of a nearby hotel - she was wearing the clothes of a homeless man yesterday, took a few buses, and arrived at the hotel that was very close to King's Cross Station.

Because my image is so bad that I have to spend more time talking and the aunt in the hotel for two pounds.

There is no way. Adhering to the principle of "it is better to have less than more things". Before entering school, Lin An still used the appearance of wandering to cover himself up.

Last night, she took the most pleasant shower since she came here, rubbed off the thick mud, changed into the cleanest pajamas, set the alarm clock, pressed the box to the door, and slept in a dark place.

This kind of peace of mind is so wonderful that when looking in the mirror when brushing teeth in the morning, Lin An felt that the mixed-race beauty in the mirror was radiant.

He pulled the brand new suitcase, the magic wand had a special pocket tied around his waist, and a convenient shoulder bag on his body. When Lin An left the hotel, he walked with wind.

As the bustling crowds walked into Kings Cross Station, the trains here were full of the sense of time. Lin An followed the plastic sign hanging on the stone pillars and found the partition wall three-quarters between the Nine Stations and the Tenth Stations.

Looking at the hard stone wall, she reached out to try several times - there was no place to wear people.

Do so many people want to hit the wall here? If you don’t get through or find the wrong place, will you seem a little too stupid?

Lin An looked at the second-hand Rolex in his hand. When this thing enters Hogwarts, it will become a piece of waste.

At this moment, she leaned against the wall, looking for the "child who survived the disaster" in the crowd.

Her pen pal.

Kind, maybe impulsive, Harry Potter.

...

At this moment, she saw a tall and burly middle-aged man walking in the crowd, wearing a big beard and fat, not even a neck.

He pushed a cart with a worn suitcase on his head, followed by a thin boy in old and ill-fitting clothes.

The other party's black hair was messy, with uneven lengths, and wearing glasses that were stuck with tape, he was looking at the crowd in panic at this moment.

It was too far away, and Lin An didn't know what they said, but the big man smiled 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.

He realized that even though she had not eaten well after traveling through time, she was still one head taller than the thin Harry at this moment.

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

Harry Potter looked at the girl in front of her in shock - she had long thick black hair and an orange-brown beret buckled around her head, looking particularly beautiful.

The other person's face has the unique delicateness of oriental people, but also has deep eyebrows and equal fair skin!

God!

Harry became embarrassed in an instant.

"I...I...you are Lin an?"

Lin An smiled: "Isn't it obvious?"

"No, no," Harry was almost incoherent.

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

Why, Harry couldn't tell me, he was too young and didn't see many. At this moment, he finally recalled the other party's first question in a panic, and then answered suddenly:

"I want to wait for the train to change my glasses, otherwise Uncle Vernon would be terrible if he stepped on it."

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