'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNbRfJKmimH
Harry looked at the letters. 433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi7Q5GrK1Lu
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 Potter433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO23iyEtGOf
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. 433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrtfcWbpTk
Signed, Minerva McGonagall433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOS4nVbIs0w
Head of Gryffindor House433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeTWHlQSviA
Assistant Headmistress433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPrWxDE6sE8
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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.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzPbGaCzew9
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKqtGVp3EvS
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmu8w79nK6j
Vernon was silent.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf4w9ZrAfAB
'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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