'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAVoQI3yTIN
Harry looked at the letters. 499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg1xUpHqSG5
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 Potter499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtUAAAUkINs
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. 499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnnCGN1rK49
Signed, Minerva McGonagall499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2uQYdukW1y
Head of Gryffindor House499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8py1aZ6ll7
Assistant Headmistress499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCaAnNxGVwp
***
'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.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4jNBG0bpD
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZROsQK9S4O
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡARwLi2u0wt
Vernon was silent.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2I2AdM51zh
'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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