Harry raised an eyebrow, broke the wax seal, and opened the letter. He began reading the letter that had made Aunt Petunia extremely envious:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform 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,
Deputy Headmistress
Minerva McGonagall
Harry examined the letter, deep in thought.
The contents of this letter revealed a great deal, a magic school, the International Confederation of Wizards, the Order of Merlin, and so on...
The wizarding society in this world was clearly well-established, with numerous independent magical organizations.
There was even a dedicated magic school for young wizards, which was clearly superior to Kamar-Taj in this regard.
Perhaps when he became the Sorcerer Supreme, he could reform Kamar-Taj based on the structure of the wizarding world.
Harry then continued reading the appendix.
The appendix also contained a fair amount of information about the wizarding world.
What surprised him was that even magic school students could use dragon hide!
Seeing the requirement for protective gloves made of dragon hide or similar materials, Harry fell silent.
In his world, Earth had no dragons, though other dimensions did harbor their traces.
Those dragons were not easy to deal with, they were rare, immensely powerful, and each one possessed the strength to effortlessly destroy a city.
The most formidable among them could even annihilate entire planets with ease!
Could it be that the magical level of the wizarding world surpassed that of Kamar-Taj?
But why had he never heard of the wizarding world before? Were the wizards of this world also Earth's protectors, fighting against terrifying dimensional demons?
At this thought, Harry's impression of the wizarding world rose significantly.
Regardless of whether the wizarding world discriminated against ordinary people, as long as they were silently guarding Earth from the shadows, they were likely good people.
Harry had once faced a dimensional demon named Dormammu alongside the Sorcerer Supreme and knew full well how terrifying such beings were.
It seemed this world must have wizards powerful enough to rival the Sorcerer Supreme, only then could they stand against dimensional demons.
Though Harry didn't have his own owl at the moment, he managed to attract a diligent postal owl with some dried meat, giving it a temporary rest.
As the gray postal owl cooed contentedly, Harry quickly finished his reply, handed it to the owl, and gave its head a final pat before watching it disappear into the distance.
Wizarding world, the Sorcerer Supreme, Harry was coming!
Perhaps in this world, he could learn even stronger magic to fight formidable enemies.
As one of the Sorcerer Supreme's closest allies, Harry could sense her growing increasingly weary.
He couldn't wait to grow stronger and share the burden of this venerable mentor.
After sending his reply to Hogwarts, Harry didn't have to wait long. By the very next afternoon, he received a response from the school.
Bang bang bang!
The poor door, as fragile as a thin wooden board, seemed on the verge of splitting under the forceful knocking of the unknown figure behind it.
"Who's there?" Dudley, now fully accustomed to being Harry's sidekick, saw Harry glance toward the door and immediately took the initiative to open it, shouting "I'm an idiot" first to pay the price for casting magic.
When Dudley finally opened the door, before he could even use magic, two arms as thick as stone pillars wrapped around him in a tight hug.
The figure behind the door was revealed—a giant standing three and a half meters tall, who had to crouch to fit through the two-meter-high doorway.
Tears streamed down his face like a fountain as he clutched Dudley, dripping onto the boy's head:
"Wahhh, my dear Harry, the last time I saw you, you were just a baby, and now you're so big!
Oh, you've grown so plump, just like a little piggy. But that's alright, it's healthy, isn't it?"
Dudley struggled wildly in the giant's arms, yelling:
"No, I'm not Harry, he's Harry!"
The giant's tears stopped instantly. He held Dudley at arm's length, studying his face carefully. Once he confirmed that the boy in his grip really wasn't Harry, he immediately set Dudley aside and turned toward the real Harry.
Sensing no hostility, Harry didn't dodge and allowed himself to be pulled into a hug.
However, the giant's strong body odor made him slightly uncomfortable.
The giant's voice trembled with emotion:
"Oh, Harry, my sweet Harry, I've finally seen you again.
Look at you—you look just like your father, James, with your mother Lily's gentle eyes, green as emeralds.
I held you when you were little, do you remember?"
If not for the earlier scene with Dudley, this moment might have been touching. But after the giant had hugged the wrong person without hesitation, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.
Harry internally sighed, no normal child could remember their infancy.
But ironically, thanks to his powerful magic-enhanced memory, Harry could vaguely recall moments from his earliest days, including flashes of green magic and a giant with a shaggy head.
Besides him, there had also been an elegant elderly woman and a kind old man.
Harry wriggled out of the giant's smelly embrace and politely asked:
"Hello, I'm Harry. You knew my parents?"
"Of course! Of course I knew James and Lily! I'm Hagrid, a good friend of your parents. I was even the one who brought you here all those years ago.
Hmm... I'd heard the Dursleys treated you poorly. I was planning to give them a good talking-to, but it seems that was just a rumor. The Dursleys seem like decent folk."
Hagrid glanced at Harry's neat, new clothes and the Dursleys' friendly attitude toward him, nodding approvingly to himself.
He gave the Dursleys a warm smile before turning back to Harry:
"Come on, Harry. I know you've got plenty of questions, but we can talk on the way.
I still need to take you to Diagon Alley to buy your school supplies. Let's go, we'll take it slow."
The two of them boarded a train to London. Along the way, Harry noticed something odd.
Logically, Hagrid's towering height of over three meters should have drawn endless stares, but passersby merely glanced at him before looking away, as if it were completely normal.
At the same time, Harry sensed traces of magic lingering around Hagrid, likely the effect of a spell.
What kind of magic was this?
Harry was curious. Soul magic, perhaps?
(End of chapter.)