'What is going on?', Harry asked Uncle Vernon.
'Nothing, boy', Vernon answered.
'But-'.
'Nothing. Just be quiet-'.472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7J1piNg0AE
Harry looked at the letters. 472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS6DT8o23Nh
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 Potter472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdwU3H0LC86
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. 472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAZezLo0btF
Signed, Minerva McGonagall472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNJZIVn2lup
Head of Gryffindor House472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9zwXMgpsc
Assistant Headmistress472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2EoWwVDUS5
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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.472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BGbreb2NN
'You will not come here', Vernon Dursley said.472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwVNtMLyO1i
'Quiet!', Rubeus bellowed in anger.472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKcNMwIyNUz
Vernon was silent.472Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnseolGN6ZV
'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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