'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU8YST6jT8m
Harry looked at the letters. 562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNqCFqbXwW1
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 Potter562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡov0yIFJbGg
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. 562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0DMDOUEpG
Signed, Minerva McGonagall562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5dQzsya1l7
Head of Gryffindor House562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ59iZSCtctl
Assistant Headmistress562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ38C9oz6HoX
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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.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJxgalQi06J
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhYC7EdO4BO
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrMcxItkOb
Vernon was silent.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xzV7szCJO
'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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