Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 2 Admission Notice

Harry tried to hold it in for a long time, but finally couldn't help laughing out loud while sitting on the wooden board that could be called a "bed".

Merlin's bow tie, Principal Black, he's dead!

Phineas Black is the most annoying headmaster in the entire school.

How annoying is this guy? Two students who don't know each other can talk about anything like brothers as long as they mention Principal Black.

There was a popular saying in Hogwarts at that time: as long as you hate Headmaster Black, we are brothers.

Shaking his head to interrupt his recollection, Harry began to read the letter again.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First-Class Grand Magician of the Order of Merlin, and Chief Magician of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Porter:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Owl reply?
Harry subconsciously twisted the letter paper with his hands. At this era, he had not yet come into contact with the wizarding world, so naturally there were no owls.

If he went to Diagon Alley to buy one now, he couldn't afford it as he was penniless and from a poor family.

He flipped through the appendix at the back. There were a lot of teaching materials on it, which was not something he could afford. In addition, he had to buy a wand...

A hundred years ago when he was in school, it was the vice-headmaster, Ms. Matilda Weasley, who kindly paid his fees and helped him apply for a scholarship to Hogwarts.

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyelids.

Or... go borrow some from a dark wizard?

In the wizarding world more than a hundred years ago, dark wizards were rampant. Thanks to them, Harry was always able to borrow a lot of Galleons after practicing spells with them.

Then, Harry thought, he would just have Uncle Vernon drive him to the Leaky Cauldron.

However, the dark wizard...

It seems that his father and mother were killed by a powerful dark wizard.

Harry's hands subconsciously clenched tightly.

It seemed that my aunt didn't know much. After all, with the Statute of Secrecy, it was the limit for Muggles to know about the existence of wizards.

He didn't plan to question Aunt Petunia, a Muggle who didn't understand the magical world. He should ask the wizards about this matter.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I was met with Aunt Petunia's complicated expression.

"What's the matter, Aunt?" Harry remained polite.

"When I opened the door just now, I saw an owl on the mailbox at the door - I mean, an owl."

Aunt Petunia's tone was a little impatient, but Harry was keenly aware that her impatience seemed to be hiding some emotion.

"I think your letter was delivered by it. Lily, your mother, used owls to deliver letters to her friends. Maybe you will need it to deliver your letter back."

"Thank you, Auntie. I see. Could you please prepare some food for it?"

Harry smiled slightly.

Aunt Petunia didn't look very happy, but she turned and left.

Seeing his aunt leave, Harry took out a piece of paper and pen from under the bed and wrote an elegantly worded reply on it.

When Harry walked out of the cubicle, he unexpectedly found a bowl of sliced ​​sausages and a bowl of water at the door. "Thank you." He said softly to Aunt Petunia who was cleaning the room, then picked up the plate and stuffed two slices of sausage into his mouth.

The owl probably wouldn't mind, he thought, and walked out of the room with the food.

The owl was standing on the Dursleys' mailbox, with one leg tucked into the fluff beneath its belly, looking like a rooster standing on one leg.

"Hello."

Harry walked forward: "Excuse me, are you my postman?"

"Coo-coo--" the owl hooted twice.

"Thank you for your hard work. If you don't mind, please drink some water and eat something." Harry reached out and touched the owl's head.

The owl put down its leg, stretched its head and first saw the sausages in the bowl in Harry's left hand, with a very human expression in its eyes.

Disdain written in capital letters...

Then it drank some water from another bowl, spread its wings and cooed twice.

Harry understood what it meant, shrugged and said, "It would be a shame not to eat such good Cumberland sausage."

The owl cooed twice, picked up the letter, and flew away from the Dursleys' sad place where they could not get any good food.

"Being picky about food doesn't make a good owl." Harry shrugged, holding the plate in one hand and gracefully stuffing the owl's sausages into his mouth one by one.

Back in the house, Harry walked to the kitchen with ease, snapped his fingers, turned the empty basin under the sink into a wooden bench, then stepped on it, washed the dishes and put them neatly in place, and returned to his compartment.

Harry didn't have to wait too long. That afternoon he met the person sent by Hogwarts to pick him up, just like Vice-Principal Matilda Weasley who led him into the wizarding world a hundred years ago.

"Looking for you! Strange..."

Aunt Petunia pounded on the small door of the stair compartment angrily. She wanted to call the person a freak, but then she remembered what happened to her husband that morning, when he was left hanging in the air.

She had almost stopped talking, but the door of the compartment was opened and Aunt Petunia saw Harry's face again.

It's exactly the same as the arrogant and conceited face from more than ten years ago!
Aunt Petunia's anger rose again in an instant.

"Freak!" she cursed viciously and walked towards the study without looking back.

Harry was a little puzzled, but he knew that this was the problem with his aunt's family.

Muggles, alas.

More than a hundred years ago, Muggles were much more resistant than my uncles and aunts when they came into contact with wizards.

He walked to the door and was greeted by a furry head that was almost embedded in the door frame.

"Oh, Harry..."

When the furry head saw Harry, its eyes instantly became moist and tears as big as beans rolled down.

"The last time I saw you, you were still a baby... Sorry, I'm a little tall and can't squeeze through this door..."

When he spoke, he even had a tearful tone.

Harry could feel the other person's kindness from the bottom of his heart, and the first impression of this man who looked a little too tall was not bad to him.

"Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Potter, do you know me?" he introduced himself politely.

"Ah, of course I know you." The man wiped his clothes with his hand. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid. It was me who sent you here."

Hagrid looked at Harry's face again and his nose twitched again.

"Oh my god, you look almost like your dad, and these eyes, you have your mom's eyes..."

(End of this chapter)