'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc3YeHdtlfg
Harry looked at the letters. 496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkpJ8PPnB9
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 Potter496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmiEwL4EOc7
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. 496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelVhpWOWX0
Signed, Minerva McGonagall496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUsw456cIgH
Head of Gryffindor House496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdqxAQathWy
Assistant Headmistress496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdxzQRjdOR3
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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.496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlRQwmB7bOY
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuK6fMmPOqP
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ77zF3TpTxC
Vernon was silent.496Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNJ01yMJTAh
'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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