'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgpaoBHApT
Harry looked at the letters. 554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBQMJBsXvuo
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 Potter554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡckBovTAJSq
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. 554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRhA0FE4G6
Signed, Minerva McGonagall554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuHtJUWuMfP
Head of Gryffindor House554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNneV5tiIuM
Assistant Headmistress554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxuh0zAeC0J
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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.554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcsWxTabs5K
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLMvwhLXKax
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHtWEnlVVK
Vernon was silent.554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnRE2yVwhF
'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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