'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhHUldFdktR
Harry looked at the letters. 431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNiEu92KEnH
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 Potter431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEaiP20Mv2S
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. 431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEVFa6fLjpH
Signed, Minerva McGonagall431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH3EmG0fIy8
Head of Gryffindor House431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1i0O5ryW2
Assistant Headmistress431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFBj28GlqbA
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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.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqYyPQqGKuV
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8HDQ8TyxKZ
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2KYoKjJnoq
Vernon was silent.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHBQ7o5Aj3B
'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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