'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzOjHJk1LC0
Harry looked at the letters. 564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡus2P1pzOT2
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 Potter564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdw7uNp1wWi
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. 564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKt1g3edjhV
Signed, Minerva McGonagall564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDA7SFoxpFx
Head of Gryffindor House564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGBjrbEQmLk
Assistant Headmistress564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqXEcP6QbfR
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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.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQw8fJ2lT8K
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnz9fN5PhLq
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIOf6wML3jF
Vernon was silent.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBhwNP5mJ9O
'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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