'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBOI8IwSDKV
Harry looked at the letters. 516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnbN4xufC3b
One.
Two.
Twenty.
More letters.
'It's for me', Harry smiled.
He thought someone was playing a trick.
He saw the lettering.
It was in a fancy lettering.
Dear Harry Potter516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡswdETaW5RU
You have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please come to London by 11:00 AM on September 1; please don't be late. 516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbi6wgLy7vs
Signed, Minerva McGonagall516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS4OIoKJmjA
Head of Gryffindor House516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡug5f2d1Fss
Assistant Headmistress516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcLbXzPyZSe
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'It's that funny school, dad', Dudley said.
Vernon Dursley burned the letter in the warm fireplace, and he hoped the talk of magic would be over.
***
'It's that sister of yours, Petunia. Strange she is', Vernon stated.
'She was a witch; she...'.
'You knew about them', Harry yelled in the kitchen.
'Yes', Petunia sighed.
Then he saw someone was banging on the front door.
Harry opened it up.
It was Rubeus Hagrid.
The giant.
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'Who are you?', Harry asked him.
'Rubeus Hagrid. The Groundskeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; and former student there', he answered.516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnCtYCTiQ3
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgP3emPJYR1
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdNXq67VXp8
Vernon was silent.516Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwuXzSRK8sT
'He burned the letters', Harry piped in.
'Did you, Muggle? A sorry state of affairs. The Ministry of Magic won't like that', Hagrid said.
'The what...'.
'Oh, the Ministry of Magic. They're the Head of the Magical Laws in England. Muggles are non-magic folk', he said.
Harry nodded, and saw another letter was in his right hand.
He signed it with a pen.
And his life changed forever.
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