'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbi0uZbKHDp
Harry looked at the letters. 473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVYi4RUteMu
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 Potter473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTmK78IpTrz
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. 473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7pZ7S4KS7A
Signed, Minerva McGonagall473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfElbGTLamJ
Head of Gryffindor House473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUc6JT8BL1C
Assistant Headmistress473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfKAHwUTG0f
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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.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGlTapPcX6E
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡISMKOiEjpn
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10uubtagZo
Vernon was silent.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXplAsaH2P
'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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