Three weeks later, Harry stood before the imposing gates of Hayburn University, clutching Alfred's note in his sweaty palm. He had spent the intervening weeks doing odd jobs and sleeping in shelters, but today was the day that would determine his future.The university's grand entrance was bustling with well-dressed students carrying expensive laptops and designer backpacks. Harry looked down at his secondhand clothes—a faded jacket he'd bought from a thrift store and worn jeans that had seen better days.I don't belong here, Harry thought nervously. But I have to try.He approached the security checkpoint, where a burly guard in uniform stood checking student IDs."Excuse me," Harry said politely. "I need to get to the CS Building to see Professor Alfred."The guard looked Harry up and down with undisguised disdain. "Student ID.""I don't have one yet. I'm here to meet with Professor Alfred Wyndham about—""No ID, no entry," the guard interrupted coldly. "This is a private universit