I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Amidst the roar of the long-haul flight, the first-class cabin was quiet and comfortable.

The blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant happened to pass by Xiao Chen's seat for the third time.

Each time, she brings a different exquisite dessert with an impeccable smile.

Her voice was so gentle it could melt your heart, and her gaze was almost glued to Xiao Chen's face.

"Anything else for you, little angel?"

(Do you need anything else, little angel?)

It was a kind of beauty that transcended age and national boundaries.

The twelve-year-old boy had delicate and refined features, and a high, straight nose.

He simply sat there quietly, flipping through an original English book, exuding a breathtaking air of nobility.

Several flight attendants in the same group were whispering among themselves in the service area, talking about God's masterpiece and angels fallen to earth.

Suppressed gasps of surprise kept reaching my ears.

Wang Jinhua was already used to this.

She leaned back in her seat with her arms crossed, looking at her own devilish son, feeling both proud and troubled.

Since her debut at the age of three, this face has been her passport to success.

She took a sip of champagne and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Xiao Chen, tell Aunt Hua the truth."

"Why did you rush to the UK so quickly? Which film crew have you set your sights on?"

Xiao Chen looked up from the book and smiled slightly.

"Harry Potter".

Wang Jinhua: ?

Upon hearing Xiao Chen's words, the champagne glass in her hand wobbled, and the wine almost spilled.

"What did you say?!"

Wang Jinhua's voice suddenly rose, drawing a slight glance from the passengers in the front row.

She quickly lowered her voice, her face clearly saying, "You're crazy."

"Harry Potter?"

"Is it that fantasy novel that's practically selling like hotcakes all over Britain, no, all over the world?"

Xiao Chen nodded.

"Um."

Wang Jinhua's temples throbbed.

Of course she knows this book!

Strictly speaking, anyone who understands global trends must have heard of Harry Potter.

This novel holds a terrifying status in the UK, where it is a national treasure.

This is completely different from an original script like "Home Alone"!

Wang Jinhua took a deep breath, feeling she had to nip this thought in Xiao Chen's mind.

"Xiao Chen, listen to me."

"This is not something we can touch; the book has too large a readership."

"In their hearts, Harry Potter must, and can only, be a child from the land of the British Empire!"

"They could never accept an Asian with yellow skin and black eyes playing their savior!"

The more she talked, the more agitated she became, and the more she felt that the whole thing was utterly absurd.

Before she came, she thought she was well-prepared, and that even in the UK, she could use her connections to help Xiao Chen.

But how can she build a bridge between a film adapted from a local novel and reality?!

It's like "Journey to the West".

Are we going to have a blond, blue-eyed foreigner play Sun Wukong?

How is that possible!

She looked at Xiao Chen, her tone quite serious.

"Even if I, Aunt Hua, brought all my connections in China, we still have no say in this production crew!"

"Why would they hire you? Just because you're good-looking?"

"There are beautiful children from the British Empire everywhere!"

"Let's buy return tickets now, consider our trip to London as feeding the pigeons, okay?"

"Don't attempt something that's 100% guaranteed to fail. I don't want to see you humiliated by those people from the British Empire."

Wang Jinhua was really anxious.

Of course, she had witnessed Xiao Chen create countless miracles.

But this time, in her eyes, what stood in front of her was not a river, but a vast ocean.

There is absolutely no possibility of getting through it!

Xiao Chen sighed.

If it were the Xiao Chen from his previous life, he might have given up even earlier than Wang Jinhua.

But now, he is not.

He closed the book in his hand and turned around.

"Aunt Hua."

"If you don't try, the chance of success is zero."

Xiao Chen didn't launch into a long speech; after he finished speaking, he simply looked quietly at Wang Jinhua.

Wang Jinhua was suddenly stunned.

She had seen that look before.

When he played Hong Wending, he looked at the camera with this same gaze.

It was because she saw that look in the newspaper that Wang Jinhua flew to Hong Kong without hesitation.

Wang Jinhua's heart trembled, and the words that were on the tip of her tongue just wouldn't come out.

She leaned back in her chair, dejected, and let out a long sigh.

"...You're crazy. If I stay with you, I'll go crazy sooner or later too."

She rubbed her aching temples and finally gave in.

"Alright, let's give it a try!"

"The worst that can happen is that I'll be kicked out of the house."

"Anyway, I'm shameless enough not to embarrass myself in China!"

Xiao Chen's smile deepened.

"Thank you, Aunt Hua."

……

Meanwhile, in a somewhat old-fashioned audition room in London, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Producers, directors, casting directors, and a host of industry bigwigs sat upright.

Everyone's face showed undisguised exhaustion.

And sitting among them was a woman with curly brown hair, the very source of all this repression—J.K. Rowling.

She is also the author of Harry Potter.

There was a pile of photos of boys scattered on the table in front of Rowling.

But she merely glanced at them indifferently, not lingering on any face for more than a second.

A blond boy had just finished his performance, and he was trying to put on a surprised yet brave expression as he recited his lines.

His acting skills are already considered outstanding among his peers.

Rowling simply shook her head, not even bothering to offer a comment.

The casting director whispered to her with a hint of helplessness.

"Joe, this is the five hundredth child we have selected from the entire British Empire."

"He did a very good job."

Rowling's voice had a sharp edge.

"good?"

"What I wanted wasn't bad!"

"I want Harry Potter!"

She stood up and paced restlessly around the room.

"You just don't understand! Harry isn't a symbol; he's a living, breathing person!"

"He grew up living under someone else's roof, being abused and neglected, so he has low self-esteem and is very sensitive."

"But at the same time, he also possesses the pride of the Potter family and the courage of Gryffindor!"

What should be hidden in his eyes?

"It is the curiosity to face the unknown, and the unwavering courage to confront evil!"

"Instead of these meticulously crafted, formulaic performances taught by parents!"

She pointed to the long line at the entrance, her tone sarcastic.

"Look at them! They're all pampered and spoiled, their eyes as clear as blank sheets of paper!"

"How could they possibly understand Harry's pain and struggle?"

"They can't capture Harry's soul!"

The entire room was completely silent.

Everyone knows that Rowling has an almost obsessive desire to control the world she creates.

Especially in the choice of the main character.

If she can't find the boy she loves.

The filming of Harry Potter will never be able to proceed to the next stage.