m you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
??Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,
??Minerva McGonagall,
??Deputy Headmistress
??Questions exploded inside Harry’s head like fireworks and he couldn’t decide which to ask first. After a few minutes he stammered, “What does it mean, they await my owl?”
??”Gallopin’ Gorgons, that reminds me,” said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse,popping big muffins out of a tin and,beats by dre, and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl — a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl — a long quill, and a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Harry could read upside down:
??Dear Professor Dumbledore,
??Given Harry his letter.
??Taking him to buy his things tomorrow.
??Weather’s horrible. Hope you’re Well.
??Hagrid
??Hagrid rolled up the note,promotional usb, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone.
??Harry realized his mouth was open and closed it quickly.
??”Where was I?” said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry,cheap jordan shoes, moved into the firelight.
??”He’s not going,” he said.
??Hagrid grunted.
??”I’d like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him,a month ago,” he said.
??”A what?” said Harry, interested.
??”A Muggle,” said Hagrid, “it’s what we call nonmagic folk like thern. An’ it’s your bad luck you grew up in a family o’ the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on.”
??”We swore when we took him in we’d put a stop to that rubbish,” said Uncle Vernon, “swore we’d stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!”
??”You knew?” said Harry. “You knew I’m a — a wizard?”
??”Knew!” shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. “Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school-and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was — a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no,usb design, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!”
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