amazing magic

Chapter 2 1. The Boy Who Lived

County Foucault

Dirty riverside bridge hole
Nov. 1991, 6

Surrey

Little Whinging District
4 Privet Drive

storage room under stairs

Mr Harry Potter

Mr. Harry Potter:

I mean, if there really was a Harry Potter in this world.

Before that I sent it to Sherlock Holmes at 221B Baker Street, London, but then the postman returned the letter with a red postmark saying "no such person found".

Coming to London unexpectedly, I first have to make sure what kind of world this is, right?
Thank goodness there's no Superman in Metropolis here in Pretty Country.

There is no Batman of Gotham either.

There is no Flash in Central City, and Stark Industries...

Well, I dared to write in the letter only after confirming that there were no such things.

In short, I really can't think of anything special about London in 1991.

Until I saw an owl.

So I suddenly thought, what if there is Harry Potter?Right, the Boy Who Lived.

Although I don't know if this letter will be returned again-in fact, I have accepted the reality myself.

No matter how absurd it is, as long as it happens and exists, it can only be accepted.

But the postman is a kind boy with freckles on his face. Every time he comforts me, he says it's because the envelope is too old...so considerate. This is obviously an old envelope I dug out from the trash. Thank you for his willingness to help me. delivery.

So, this is the last letter.

Let me see the world, what's the difference?
So, Mr. Harry Potter - if it's really you, would you please write me back?

your faithful
Lin an (Miss)
……

Harry was lying in his locker, facing the old stationery in front of him, his heart filled with unspeakable joy.

This morning - ok it's Dudley's birthday, but unfortunately, Harry let go of a Brazilian boa constrictor at the zoo...

Harry sighed: he didn't mean to.

But it frightened Dudley and his classmate Peel, so that the Dursleys were completely embarrassed and disappointed.

In order to comfort dear poor little Dada, Harry was ordered to go back to the locker for confinement.

But... Confinement is confinement, and there is no less work that should be done.

Take the letter for example.

Uncle Vernon said, "Dudley will get it."

Dudley would say, "Let Harry take it."

If Harry didn't move, Aunt Petunia would say, "Take your Smelting stick and send him off to get it!"

It was Dudley's go-to uniform at Smeltings, Mr. Dursley's alma mater.The father and son were quite proud, and often waved it like a wizard's staff.

Harry didn't want to be beaten.

So he went and got the letter.

With birthday wishes from Dada, Aunt Petunia's friend's letter from Majorca...  

And, the bottom one.

Old, dirty, even like a crumbled letter.

It says:

"Mr. Harry Potter"

For a moment—Harry thought he couldn't breathe.

There seemed to be a nerve beating in the brain, the sound of the heart was amplified, and a rush of hot blood rushed to the forehead...

In short, this was an unprecedented surprise that he had never thought of.

Actually!someone!give him!Write to Harry Potter!
Anyway, Harry thought it was God's guidance, so he hid the letter in his pocket.

Back in the storage room, he opened the letter with extreme care, almost with a pious attitude——

It doesn't work otherwise, whether it's the envelope or the letter paper, they are too fragile.

It seemed as if it had been crushed, and it seemed that it had been carefully flattened.

He was the first to see time.

The letter was sent on 6.12, but now it's Dudley's birthday, 6.23.

day!
After reading the letter again, Harry almost jumped up——

It's been so long, if he hasn't replied to the letter, how sad should the other side be? !
　I just finished writing this chapter, and Emma is on the hot search.

　　My pen is really magical... Damn it, how can this continue!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)