'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO44reA0lAn
Harry looked at the letters. 452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ23O5G5Jzq
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 Potter452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy4YxR9cKHO
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. 452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMqTyuwojt0
Signed, Minerva McGonagall452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl3h0tsHpzn
Head of Gryffindor House452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw91kH8w69y
Assistant Headmistress452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnEFuqkkfzA
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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.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3eFWSDcE6j
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtep4ntQEXG
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelJ2JGK2Lz
Vernon was silent.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ87x4VtoQxZ
'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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