'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkfx9x67Xd7
Harry looked at the letters. 477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DG91yLgvR
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 Potter477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRzF7Hq84bB
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. 477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYAt27rytIM
Signed, Minerva McGonagall477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgpvFA8W92Q
Head of Gryffindor House477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcXh7pyPqbY
Assistant Headmistress477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOzpPjFLMkU
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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.477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74r1AH1gFO
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWGNIPJr8nN
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQr8MPfsAl
Vernon was silent.477Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKFXzCr4JiT
'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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