'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
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Harry looked at the letters. 515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzv1UhwM1JC
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 Potter515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk5qBrXjJyC
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. 515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1dlkBxB3I2
Signed, Minerva McGonagall515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjvsuJMizTk
Head of Gryffindor House515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxAyIxTVSOj
Assistant Headmistress515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9I88MksBg
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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.515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPTudze5KFy
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoHPC4Dg4ln
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfEuv3kuDF9
Vernon was silent.515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcg1x2TTCCO
'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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