'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhLYv3Ry4Mz
Harry looked at the letters. 532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmbR4ak8Ojy
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 Potter532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76gEwNLkTU
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. 532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyFMKjzchIc
Signed, Minerva McGonagall532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz42bhTtVhe
Head of Gryffindor House532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsG2inalpWb
Assistant Headmistress532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8SSwvvZRcS
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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.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfPOnD3NjZP
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOjIFZw6C5C
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQb47UP1fQS
Vernon was silent.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujYwZvQa1Q
'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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