'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPm5uif5nu
Harry looked at the letters. 509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9rI8NdF2ot
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 Potter509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ73NtC4uPTe
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. 509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAp6kJD6oPt
Signed, Minerva McGonagall509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWdPryNFvW
Head of Gryffindor House509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpOlhjIN4hB
Assistant Headmistress509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqsVkfR3P0R
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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.509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6vj39zkIk
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt8e7RmyuNh
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtBXFTvRfY
Vernon was silent.509Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5pNzEDLbST
'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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