Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 128 Charlotte Street Hotel!

Harry carried his luggage and passed through a wall. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the hall of the Muggle World Railway Station.

Above are the stop signs for stops nine and ten.

No one noticed Harry's sudden appearance.

Some wizards who came out early followed their parents home.

There were a bunch of people, and their common feature was dazzling red hair. Harry saw the four George brothers. Those two middle-aged people should be their parents. A girl with light freckles on her face secretly took a look.

Li, after being discovered by Harry, quickly turned around.

Harry took a deep breath.

Then we walked out of the bright and huge station.

It is full of life with people coming and going, and there is a constant flow of vehicles.

Harry reached out and hailed a yellow taxi.

After getting in the car.

"Where are you going?" The driver turned around and asked, constantly looking at his two large suitcases.

"I'm not running away from home." Harry said directly.

“What are the better hotels in London?”

"Red Carnation Hotel, Ham Court Hotel, Shangri-La Hotel, London InterContinental Hotel, Green Hotel..." The driver was quite good and introduced some famous hotels in detail.

Finally Harry thought about it and decided to stay at the Charlotte Street Hotel.

The Charlotte Hotel is a five-star hotel with a very good location and convenient transportation. It is a good place to live when visiting London.

It is only a ten-minute walk from the famous British Museum, and it is less than four kilometers from Nine and Three Quarters Station, separated by several streets.

It's expensive but very comfortable.

A few minutes later, Harry arrived at his destination.

This hotel is beautifully decorated and luxurious.

Harry entered through the revolving door, and the hall was wide and bright.

The service desk was so high that Harry's head was not even higher than the countertop, and the receptionist sitting inside didn't even see Harry.

Harry reached out and knocked on the marble before they noticed him.

"Little brother, do you need any help?" A woman stood up and asked with a smile to receive Harry.

"Get a room." Harry said concisely.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

She handed over a beautiful card with the prices of several suites in the hotel.

Harry took one look and said, "I want a luxury suite."

Although there is a presidential suite, Harry is not a spendthrift. Living in three rooms by himself is a waste.

But this has already attracted a friendly reminder from the service staff: "Deluxe rooms are very expensive."

After all, it seems unreal for Harry to stay in a hotel alone at such a young age.

"I have money." Harry spat out three words.

Waiters: "..."

Harry took out his ID card from his crotch and paid the deposit.

"I want a sunny room facing the street."

"Okay, please wait." The receptionist entered information into the old-fashioned computer while checking the room Harry needed.

She called out to Mr. Potter awkwardly: "Mr. Potter, your room is in 305."

Harry took a golden room key, dragged his luggage and left.

The little cutie who was rolling on the floor saw Harry leaving and quickly got up and followed him.

Harry looked at the elevator of this five-star hotel speechlessly. It was the kind of elevator that looked like a folding door. It made a clattering sound as soon as the door was closed.

Although the elevator is very bright and clean.

But it is really too low-level. Twenty years from now, any elevator in an ordinary residential building will be countless times better than this kind of elevator.

Of course, in this era, it is already the best.

Harry endured all kinds of complaints and stepped into it.

I clearly felt the elevator vibrate and then slowly rise.

I found my room on the third floor, opened the door and went in.

The living room is covered with white carpet, the two bedrooms are paved with wooden floors, and the walls are covered with light blue wallpaper. Tables, chairs, lamps, counters, TVs, radios, and wardrobes are all available. The whole is simple and comfortable, making people relax.

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Harry walked around the room and took a rough look at the layout of the room, and was very satisfied.

Although it was midsummer and it got dark very late, it was already eight or nine o'clock after all, and Harry had no intention of going out for a walk.

He had just gotten off the train. This was not a maglev train. It was not that comfortable. The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable. Harry just wanted to lie down on the big, luxurious bed and have a deep sleep.

Harry took off his clothes, didn't even want to take a shower, and threw himself on the soft bed.

Not long after, Harry: "zzzzz..."

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This time, Harry didn't wake up until three o'clock in the morning.

If you sleep well, your mind will be clearer.

As soon as Harry opened his eyes, his mind became very clear.

He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was already eleven o'clock.

Harry got off the bed, walked to the window, and opened the curtains with a brush.

The dazzling sunlight came towards him and filled the entire room. Harry stood by the window and closed his eyes to enjoy the sunshine for a while.

Then I was about to walk into the bathroom and take a shower when I remembered that I didn't have any change of clothes and my previous clothes were a little too small.

Harry sighed: "It would be nice if there was someone who could help me."

Harry had no choice but to put on his clothes, wash his face, brush his teeth, and then left the hotel.

After walking a few steps along the street, he found a lot of shops. He walked into a rather tall clothing brand store.

After walking around inside, without saying anything, he pointed at a few clothes that he liked just now: "Here, this, this, that... take one for me."

Carrying seven or eight paper bags of clothes, Harry returned to Sherlock's pick-up hotel, took a shower, changed clothes, and put on a pair of handsome white sneakers.

Harry looked in the mirror and couldn't help but be jealous of how handsome the person in the mirror was.

Harry had some problems with his long hair. When he was a child, he didn't know how to control his magic, which was why his hair grew in disarray. He had it cut off again and again. In the end, out of frustration, he just grew his hair long.

Handsome, of course.

But there are a lot of little troubles. The classmates are all familiar with him in school, and there are also some more special people, so his long hair is not very conspicuous. But since Harry returned to London yesterday, he has noticed that his hair is

It's really eye-catching, with a return rate of 250%. He will live in the Muggle world for a long time, and this kind of thing will not happen less in the future.

And now that Harry can control his magic, he will no longer have his hair grow back immediately after getting it cut.

So Harry had the idea to cut off his hair.

But, I can’t bear to part with it.

This is where handsomeness and slut come from.

Finally, Harry figured out that long hair could be achieved at any time anyway.

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So when Harry came out of the barber shop, his conspicuous hair was gone and replaced with short, energetic hair.

Harry touched his hair uncomfortably. It's no wonder that long hair means shortcomings. After cutting his hair, he really felt his head cool down and his mind became brighter.

Now that he was wearing sportswear, Harry was no different from a twelve-year-old Muggle boy.

But when Harry walked on the road, he found that there were still many people watching him secretly, and they were all women.

What's going on? Harry was confused.

Is there anything else wrong?

After thinking about it for a while, Harry finally understood what was different about him from ordinary boys, that is, he was more handsome!

So Harry held his head high and was full of confidence.

Look, no matter how you look at it, it’s not yours.

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Then, Harry appeared at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry stood at the door. He had had an idea for a long time and now was the time to realize it.

I just don't know if it can be achieved.

Harry took one step and left the Muggle world.

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