Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 3 Letters from Hogwarts

In the morning, it was still dark, the eastern horizon was red, and faint traces of stars could be seen above Harry's head. Harry still started running.

When he came back, he saw the postman delivering the goods to Petunia's home. Harry's heart skipped a beat: "Are you there yet?" That kind of expectation, coupled with a strange feeling of being unconfident and a little afraid, came to his heart.

"Really, isn't it just a letter?" Although Harry said this, the nervousness in his heart could still be seen from the slightly trembling hand he stretched out to the mailbox. Can you not be nervous? You have been waiting for ten years.

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Harry took out the letters, and there were three in total. One was a postcard from Uncle Dursley's sister, one looked like a bill, and the other was a letter addressed to Harry Potter!

Harry only felt a rush of hot blood rushing to his forehead, and even forgot to breathe. After a long time, he slowly exhaled. He looked at the unique address: Harry Potter, the smallest bedroom, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Received from Mr. Special. The envelope was made of heavy parchment and the address was written in emerald green ink. On the back of the envelope there was a wax seal, a shield of arms, a capital "H" surrounded by a lion and a

An eagle, a turtle and a snake.

Harry quickly hid the letter in his arms and looked left and right at the same time, as if he was afraid that others would see it. He was extremely obscene. If a policeman saw him like this, he would immediately judge: "This guy is a thief!"

Walking into the house, Harry threw the other two letters on the table, quietly went upstairs, entered the house, and locked the door. Then he threw himself on the bed, looked at the letter in his hand, kissed it hard, and started laughing.

Congratulations to Harry, who successfully won this year's Best Lewd Laughter Award!

Harry took a deep breath, what the hell? He didn't relax, so if he breathed again, wouldn't it work? Then he still breathed...

Finally, the animal blood...human blood in his body calmed down. Harry carefully opened the envelope, took out the letter and began to read:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin).

Dear Mr. Potter: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will start on July 3rd.

I have been waiting for your owl to bring you your reply eleven days ago. Sincerely, Vice-Principal Minerva McGonagall.

There is also a folded piece of paper slipping from the letter. This is the list of essential supplies:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

(Uniform) Freshmen need:

1.\nThree sets of plain work robes (black)

2.\nA plain peaked robe (black) worn during the day

3.\nA set of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or similar materials)

4.\nA winter cloak (black with silver buckle)

Please note: All student clothing must have name tags

(Textbooks) All students are required to prepare the following books:

"Standard Spells (Elementary)"

"A History of Magic"

"Magical Theory"

"Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration"

"Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Trichosanthes"

"Magic Potions and Potions"

"Monsters and Their Origins"

Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense

(other equipment)

a magic wand

A large pot (tin-plated, standard size 2)

A set of glass or crystal vials

a telescope

a brass balance

Students can bring an owl, a cat or a toad. Parents are particularly reminded that first-year students are not allowed to bring their own broomsticks.

When Harry looked at everything in this letter, he could already feel the mysterious and dark atmosphere of the magical world.

At this moment, a sound of flapping wings sounded outside the glass window. Harry saw it was an owl. Who was it? Harry opened the window and took out a piece of paper from the leather bag tied to the owl's leg.

It was written on the paper:

Dear Harry:

I think you should have received the admission notice to Hogwarts School. I will pick you up tonight and go to London's Diagon Alley to buy the items you need.

Sincerely Hagrid

"Is it going to start tonight? The plot unfolds so quickly, but I like it." Harry said to himself. "Then I have to pack things quickly."

Seeing that the owl was about to fly away, Harry suddenly remembered the words in the letter and said quickly: "Wait." The owl circled around and flew back to the window.

"Sure enough, you can understand what I'm saying."

"Can you deliver a letter to Professor McGonagall for me?" Harry asked.

The owl shook its head.

"⊙﹏⊙b··············Your sister, what do you mean when you turn your head in a circle? If you don't say anything, I will assume that you can do it."

Harry sat down at the table, took out a piece of white paper, and wrote with a black pen:

Dear Miss McGonagall··············

Harry thought for a moment, crumpled the letter into a ball, took out a new piece of paper, and wrote:

Dear beloved Miss McGonagall:

Looking at this beginning, Harry nodded with satisfaction.

"What, some people say I'm shameless, thank you for the compliment!" Harry looked a little shy.

Harry continued to write: I have received your letter, and I am willing to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to study. I believe that under your earnest guidance, I will become an ideal, moral, cultured, and talented person.

The fourth discipline is youth.

your harry

After writing the letter, Harry folded it in half and stuffed it into the skin of Hagrid's owl. The owl spread its wings and flew away. Then Harry began to pack his things in the room.

Harry had to keep the books, since he couldn't read them anymore. He had to take away the clothes he could wear, as well as some memorable items. In the end, after searching here and there, Harry's belongings filled up two large packages.

and a suitcase.

Harry wrote another letter to Aunt Petunia explaining the situation, otherwise it would be fun if she thought he had run away from home or been abducted and she called the police.

During lunch, Aunt Petunia suddenly looked at Harry: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Harry, who had been wondering how YY had such a good time at Hogwarts School, almost blurted out: "Holy shit!"

"This is a weird situation. Can I say it's a woman's intuition?" Harry complained helplessly.

At this time, Harry gave full play to the acting skills expected of an actor. He raised his head in surprise and asked in confusion: "It's okay, what's the matter?"

"···················I just thought you were a little strange today."

"Oh, maybe I'm worried about cousin Dudley's grades."

"···········" Aunt Petunia gritted her teeth.

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The afternoon passed uneventfully.

As night falls, the lights in the city gradually go out and it becomes quieter and quieter.

Everyone has gone to sleep, except for some very special people, such as...Harry Potter!

Harry lay on the bed, unable to sleep at all, just waiting.

At a certain moment, a low roar suddenly sounded, and then Harry's room suddenly became as bright as day, flickered twice, and fell into darkness again.

Harry quickly got up from the bed and ran to the window. He saw a giant motorcycle parked on the road in front of the house, with a huge man sitting on the car. The headlights in front of the motorcycle were turned off.

The huge black figure saw Harry and waved excitedly.

Harry left the window, took out a letter from under the pillow, put it on the desk, picked up his luggage, left the room quietly, walked down the stairs softly, opened the door softly, and when he was about to step out of the door, Harry couldn't help but turn back.

Body, in the darkness, looking at this house where he had lived for ten years, familiar with every place, and recorded many of his memories, a kind of reluctance and sudden loneliness arose in his heart.

"I'm not an artistic young man, and sentimentality doesn't suit me at all." Harry laughed at himself.

Step out of No. 4 Privet Drive without any nostalgia!

Hagrid, who was like a beast, gave Harry a heavy hug and said incoherently: "Oh, Harry, long time no see, I mean... I hugged you when you were a child..."

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Hagrid's body was as wide as several adults standing together, so when Harry was hugged, Harry could not be seen at all.

"I must convince Hagrid to let him take a bath." This was the only thought in Harry's mind after being hugged by Hagrid.

It's so sour and refreshing that you simply don't want it.

Harry turned pale and separated from Hagrid. He could no longer smell the strange smells on Hagrid's body, and Harry actually felt a sense of happiness.

He forced a smile and said, "I know, long time no see, Hagrid."

Hagrid took Harry's heavy luggage as if it were cotton in his hands. He put the luggage on the back seat of the motorcycle and handed Harry a pair of goggles: "You have to wear these, otherwise the wind will blow along the way."

It’ll blow so hard that you can’t open your eyes.”

"Are we driving a motorcycle directly to London?" Harry asked curiously. Because in the original book, many letters were not delivered. In the end, Hagrid personally delivered the acceptance letter, and then the two of them took the train to London.

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"Yes, with the speed of the motorcycle, it should be almost dawn by the time we arrive. In the past few days, because many freshmen want to buy various things, Diagon Alley will be very busy. Oh, you don't know Diagon Alley yet, but

I think you'll like it there." Hagrid straddled the motorcycle and lifted Harry up, up, up, and placed him on the seat.

"Are you ready? Let's go." Hagrid started the motorcycle, and then the motorcycle began to take off, getting higher and higher until he could overlook the city and rushed forward.

Harry held his breath, this was flying in the sky! Harry looked at the horizon without houses, the high sky, the houses below, the parks, the college, the river... Thoughts

I don't know where it went.

Luo Bei: Hagrid's motorcycle belongs to Sirius Black. It wouldn't have appeared originally, but I think riding a motorcycle is faster, so everyone will just think it belongs to Hagrid.