Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

Driven to the limit, Vernon became increasingly frantic, using tools to nail and seal up every ventilation gap and window crack in the house. The tight blockage not only prevented the mail from entering but also almost completely cut off the ventilation channels in and out of the house, severely restricting the daily lives of the family.

By Saturday, the fifth day, the tug-of-war over the letters had spiraled out of control and could no longer be contained.

Taking advantage of the delivery of supplies, the milkman carefully hid twenty-four letters in the lining of two dozen fresh eggs and quietly handed them over to Aunt Penny while she was taking a break to retrieve them through the window.

At that moment, Vernon was consumed by rage, and his face turned bright red.

He collected all the letters, threw them into a household food processor and pulped them, destroying all the contents in the most brutal way.

On Sunday, the sixth day, Vernon showed a rare relaxed expression.

He was certain that there would be no mail service on Sundays, and he could finally get rid of the constant stream of letters.

But he completely overlooked a crucial detail: these mysterious letters were never stamped and were not delivered through the postal system.

Sure enough, dozens of identical letters drifted down the fireplace chimney and were scattered densely throughout the living room.

Harry seized the fleeting opportunity and successfully intercepted a letter, but before he could even read its contents, Vernon rushed over and snatched it away.

He was then roughly pushed out of the living room and left alone outside the door.

Seeing his uncle's increasingly out-of-control behavior, Harry was absolutely certain that the man had been driven to madness by unknown fears.

Just ten minutes later, Vernon drove away with his whole family without saying a word, and Harry was forcibly taken into the car as well.

The vehicle had no specific destination; it simply sped aimlessly along the highway, its sole purpose being to escape the mysterious entity that kept sending letters from the shadows.

During the journey, Vernon muttered to himself, repeating a certain phrase over and over again, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

The vehicle continued driving for an entire day without stopping.

The prolonged jolts and hunger caused Dali to break down, crying loudly and incessantly.

He was not only starving, but he also missed many of his daily TV programs, which made him feel very wronged and frustrated to the point of almost exploding.

As night fell, the car finally stopped outside a remote and desolate old hotel.

This place is secluded, rarely visited, and damp and dilapidated.

Harry and Dali were assigned to share a room. Exhausted, Dali fell into a deep sleep as soon as he hit the bed, but Harry was wide awake.

The mysterious letters kept swirling in his mind, and he hoped that the mysterious person who sent them could overcome the distance and continue to find his trail.

However, on the morning of the seventh day, cruel reality shattered his expectations.

The hotel receptionist personally brought him a thick stack of letters, each one labeled with his current room information.

At this moment, Vernon was expressionless and emotionally numb. After receiving the letters, he threw them all into the fire without hesitation and burned them to ashes.

Harry risked reaching out to grab it, but managed to let go just in time to avoid being swept into the fire.

Looking at his crazy and paranoid uncle, Harry had no idea what extreme thing he would do next.

But he soon discovered that Vernon's choice was far more extreme and terrifying than he had imagined.

In the midst of a violent storm, Vernon prepared several days' worth of food, took his family on a dilapidated boat, and sailed towards the deep-sea rocky beach far from land.

There stood a lonely, abandoned hut, surrounded by the sea, desolate and remote, the most secluded hiding place he could find.

The journey was bumpy and dangerous, and the fierce winds and waves made Dali faint from fright. Vernon, however, was unmoved. He raised his hand to wake him up and insisted on reaching this desolate place to escape the pursuit.

Even after going to such lengths, the bizarre pursuit did not stop.

At midnight on the eighth day, a brand new day officially began, which also happened to be Harry's eleventh birthday.

On the empty, cold, rocky beach, Harry squatted on the sand, carefully sketching a simple birthday design with his hand, celebrating his birthday alone.

Just then, the wooden door of the cabin was suddenly struck violently, all the fixing bolts came off instantly, and the door panel crashed straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that covered the pattern Harry had just drawn.

A giant of extremely tall stature appeared at the doorway, his massive body almost filling the entire door frame.

Once inside the low-ceilinged hut, he could only stand upright by bending over and using the umbrella in his hand to support himself on the ground, thus avoiding bumping into the dilapidated roof.

The giant simply shooed away the noisy Dali, then sat down alone on the moldy, worn-out sofa, his gaze fixed steadily on Harry.

"Hey Harry, I've finally found you."

"The last time I saw you, you were a baby in swaddling clothes. You looked like your father, except for your eyes, which were exactly like your mother's."

The giant's face was rugged and sharp, exuding a sense of intimidation, but the gentleness and kindness flowing in his eyes was a warmth that Harry had never felt in the Dursleys' house for many years.

Before Harry could respond, Vernon suddenly raised his double-barreled shotgun, pointed it at the giant, and shouted angrily.

"Get out of here immediately! I order you to leave this room right now!"

Facing the gun pointed directly at him, the giant showed no fear. He casually reached out and grabbed the gun, easily crushing the hard weapon into a lump of scrap metal with a light touch.

“Behave yourself, Dursley.”

With just one action, the arrogant Dursley family fell silent, filled with fear and unable to make a move.

The giant then turned to Harry again, his expression softening, and offered belated birthday wishes.

"Anyway, Harry, happy birthday! I prepared a gift especially for you. It may have been a little deformed from the bumpy journey, but the taste should remain the same."

He pulled a cardboard box from the pocket of his large black trench coat; the box was already crushed and deformed.

Harry opened the box with a slight tremor. Inside was a delicate chocolate cake with green frosting that read "Happy Birthday to Me."

This was Harry's first birthday cake ever. Countless emotions welled up inside him, but all the words he wanted to say ultimately boiled down to a soft question: "Excuse me... who are you?"

This simple question opened the door to a truth that had been sealed for many years, allowing Harry to learn about a completely unknown new world.

He finally understood that everything he had imagined was not a fantasy, and that the Dursleys had known the secret from the beginning but had deliberately kept it from him for eleven years!

After a brief argument between the giant and the Dursleys, he turned to Harry and solemnly told him the most important truth: "Harry, you are a wizard."

A simple sentence made Harry's heart race. All his past doubts and strange phenomena were answered at that moment, and everything else in the world became insignificant!

“You are a wizard, just like your parents,” the giant repeated gently.

At this point, Harry learns that his parents did not die in a car accident, but that there was another story behind it.

He also doesn't need to attend the local public high school.

A magical school called Hogwarts awaits his arrival, ready to begin a brand new life for him!

All the secrets the Dursleys desperately tried to hide were exposed and made public with the arrival of the giants!

Chapter 142 Puni! We've finally found you!

The moment to witness magic firsthand came unexpectedly.

Vernon remained adamant in his resistance, loudly proclaiming that he would never pay a stranger to teach Harry so-called magic tricks.

These words angered the giant, who raised his hand and gently tapped Dali. A purple magical light flashed, and a pig's tail grew out of nowhere from Dali's buttocks.

Harry's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes wide with shock.

This was the first time he had witnessed real magic firsthand and truly felt a power beyond reason.

Is this magic?!

July 31st is the final deadline for new student registration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The school has a clear rule that if a new student who receives an admission notice fails to reply to the confirmation email via owl on the same day, it will be automatically considered as having given up their admission qualification.

In previous years, freshmen who voluntarily gave up their enrollment would not be persuaded to stay by the university. However, since Professor McGonagall took over as vice president, the freshman admission process has become exceptionally rigorous.

She would follow up and confirm the details of every child who was suspected of missing the opportunity to enroll, demonstrating a level of rigor far exceeding that of previous school administrators.

If a Muggle family mistakenly believes the letter is a prank and deliberately doesn't respond, McGonagall will personally visit them under the supervision of Ministry of Magic staff, demonstrate real magic on the spot, dispel their doubts, and confirm the authenticity of the admission notice.

Even if there are a very few families who adhere to materialistic thinking and refuse to believe in the existence of magic, the school will not pursue the matter too much. In the end, the Ministry of Magic will cast a memory charm to erase the relevant memories and cover up all traces.

In fact, very few families resolutely refuse.

Almost all young wizards have experienced unconscious magical outbursts during emotional fluctuations, leaving behind inexplicable anomalies to varying degrees. Their families are mostly aware of their children's special circumstances and rarely resist the magical world.

The Dursleys are a typical example of deliberately avoiding [something].

Uncle Vernon was convinced that if they could just get through this final deadline, they could cut off Harry's path to magical school. To that end, he took his whole family to hide in a deserted rocky cabin at sea, hoping to avoid any magical connections that might come knocking.

But to his utter surprise, the school sent Hagrid personally to make the arrangements.

Hagrid's forceful attitude and unreserved rebuke shattered the Dursleys' psychological defenses, causing them to reveal their true feelings and fears about hiding Harry's true identity for ten years, thus exposing the family's hypocrisy.

The next day, as dawn broke and the morning light spread across the sea, Harry followed Hagrid away from the isolated rocky hut in a dilapidated boat.

He glanced back at the dilapidated cottage standing alone at sea, wondering to himself when the Dursleys, who had run out of supplies and had only a few snacks left, would receive any help from the outside world.

Following Hagrid on his journey back, Harry traveled all the way back to London and finally entered the Leaky Cauldron, a pub hidden in the heart of the city.

The moment he stepped into the store, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over him, a feeling that closely overlapped with scenes from his past dreams.

Everyone in the bar seemed to know his identity, and their eyes were all on him.

Harry vaguely recognized some of the faces; they were the strangers who had greeted him on the street when he was young.

At this moment, he finally began to wonder: these people were all wizards, so why did they all recognize him, someone who had never stepped into the magical world?

It was only through Hagrid's introduction that Harry learned that the man at the bar, wearing a turban and dressed in a very exotic style, was Quirrell, a professor at Hogwarts.

The other party has just passed Dumbledore's rigorous examination and officially obtained the qualification to teach. They no longer need to take over the teaching duties, but will take over the teaching of courses in the new semester.

Quirrell looked at Harry with the same respect as the other wizards in the shop, but with an added touch of extreme appreciation, as if he were examining something extremely rare and precious.

Harry politely raised his hand, wanting to shake hands with Quirrell, but Quirrell hesitated, appearing cautious as if afraid of accidentally hurting him.

This unusual behavior puzzled Harry greatly. He hadn't been able to remember the long string of words Quirrell had whispered earlier, and everything before him seemed both novel and perplexing.

He quickly gathered his thoughts and remembered that the core purpose of this trip was to purchase all the necessary supplies for the new semester.

Led by Hagrid, Harry walked through the pub lobby to the backyard.

Hagrid raised his hand and took out his umbrella. He lightly touched a specific brick on the wall with the tip of the umbrella, and the stone blocks on the wall moved and split open automatically, revealing a bustling magical street in front of him—Diagon Alley.

Harry was about to exclaim in surprise, but before he could finish speaking, a huge fireball suddenly rose up in front of him.

The dazzling flames instantly captured the attention of both of them.

Before Harry could recover from his astonishment, and before Hagrid could react, a blinding white light flashed by, and the huge fireball exploded instantly, turning into a shower of colorful fireworks and sparkling threads that fell on the two of them, instantly creating a dramatic atmosphere.

A light and unique wind melody suddenly rang out, and several young men and women dressed in colorful costumes surrounded them.

Because Hagrid was exceptionally tall and imposing, the crowd seemed a little cramped as they moved around him, but they remained incredibly enthusiastic.