This was due to the letters being shaken by Vernon's mental health.
Time passed and nothing much happened. You can immediately tell that this is unusual.
I did not look after him and took him to the specialists in the kitchen, where everyone was sitting. Of course, Dudley saw the letter and, snatching it from me, ran to give it to his uncle.
"Look papa, Harry got the letter" and of course I said "give it to me" and Vernon replied "hehe, your, who could write to you" and looking at the letter the amusement evaporated in a second .
He tore up the letter and threw it in the trash, and the next day more letters came, he burned them, tore them into small pieces and destroyed the letters as best he could. Meanwhile, every day there are more and more owls on the street. Vernon even boarded up the mail hole.
On Sundays, I handed out, and Vernon was having fun: "You know what's so great about liver Sundays."
"Because the post office doesn't work on Sundays?"
"Exactly"
it started to vibrate and all the letters from where they could start to fly out quickly it was and I ran just having fun and Vernon allowed to catch not even catch to catch the letters then Hagrid changes me himself.
Vernon locked me in a closet under the stairs. Sitting in the dark, I thought that if one of the letters caught fire, there was a candle somewhere or something and there would be a chain reaction and there would be no more, The Boy Who Lived.
In order not to receive letters, Vernon took everyone and together we moved to a small island where there is nothing but a two-story house. Why would anyone build such a house in such a remote place because nothing grows and is far from anything.
Despite the two-story house is quite small. Downstairs is something like a living room or just a room with a fireplace and armchairs. There was a door to a small kitchen and on the other side of the room was a bathroom. The second floor was a bedroom and a small storage room.
Basically, I had two main possibilities why a house was built in such a place. The first is that some kind of crazy psycho and who is paranoid that he is being watched moved here in the hope of thinking that he was not being watched here. The second reason this house belonged to a magician.
In order to live in silence, he built this house and for supplies or business he used a portkey, a broom or other transport. I think that there are ships or boats enchanted like a Knight Bus.
The previous owner disappeared and it is not known if he died or just moved to another place. I would like him to die, if so, most likely his things are still here, it's worth checking everything here carefully.
So the search began for at least something interesting, but half a day of searching yielded nothing. I was disappointed, I thought that I would find some ancient book where magic was written and quickly learn it, but nothing. Here I am sitting in the living room and I see a bracelet made of ropes and iron rings, on which, it seems, runes are written. This bracelet was lying on the fireplace all the time, just say that you want to sprat, put the thing in a conspicuous place.
I go up to him and think whether to take it or not, maybe there is some kind of curse in this bracelet or just an ordinary bracelet. I erase it on the bracelet like nothing, anyway, something needs to be done, so I take the bracelet, nothing happens and I put it on, I've been waiting for a minute, nothing happens. The expectations were pretty good and it turns out it's an ordinary bracelet, but it looks good, so I'll just keep it.
The sun sets and the wind rises and the waves beat against the rocks, we are here less than a day and I don't like it here anymore, no amenities, the house is old and it's windy and dark everywhere, where, in spite of everything, something seems to be happening. Hagrid quickly came and went from here. what they brought with them and began to go to bed Vernon and Petunia went upstairs to the bedroom to sleep and in the living room Dudley sat on the sofa I next to him on the floor.
Everyone sleeps at night and I'm waiting for Hagrid, Dudley immediately got up on the door and I think not only he, the door was hit again, Vernon and petunia went down and in the hands of Vernon Rougier. The door flies off its hinges and falls and Hagrid enters the house.
"I'm sorry" and lifts the door and puts it in place.
"I demand that you leave sir, who allowed you to break down the door" Hagrid approaches him an Vernon and Petunia are afraid, of course, who would not be afraid if a huge man comes up to you at night breaking the door.
"Shut up Dursley you bastard" and and bent the shotgun and it shot at the ceiling, if it wasn't supposed to be bent, did it just exploded?
"Wow, I haven't seen you since the cradle and you're quite bigger than I thought, especially in the abdomen"
"I-I'm not Harry"
Come in from behind the fireplace "It's me"
"Yes, of course you, I brought you something and accidentally sat on it, but I'm sure it's just as tasty as it was" He took a box out of his pocket. "I baked myself and wrote the words"
I open a cake there with the words Happy Birthday Harry. "Thank you". I don't think there will be anything left of the cake if Hagrid sits on it.
"It's not every day you turn eleven, really ha." He sits on the sofa, pulling out an umbrella and directs it to the fireplace and a fire comes out of it, lighting the fireplace.
Well, we all turn on the mode of the boy who did not know the world "Sorry, but who are you?"
"Rubeus Hagrid Keeper of Keys and Gardens at Hogwarts of course you know everything about Hogwarts"
"Unfortunately no"
"No? Didn't your parents tell you?" "Me, what?"
"You're Wizard Harry"
"I am a magician?"
"Yes, and very good if you practice a little."
"No, you're wrong, I can't be a magician, I'm just Harry"
"It's just Harry, nothing happened to you when you were angry or afraid" he nodded and stood up and took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to me. It was a letter from Hogwarts, I opened it and began to read.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Harry 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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Vernon came up to me and said, "He's not going anywhere. When we got him, he swore to end it."
"You knew, you knew everything and you told me nothing" I'm a pretty good actor.
"Of course we knew, you couldn't help but be my lovely sister was like that, my dad and mom were so proud the day she received the letter, a sorceress was born in the family, it's wonderful only I knew who she really was crazy, and having met Potter, she gave birth to you and left on our heads and I knew that you were crazy," she spoke with hatred, I thought that they were still relatives, but no, they hate magic.
"You said they died in a car accident"
"In a car accident? Lily and James Potter died in a car accident, what nonsense ."
"He's not going there." Vernon tried to make his point.
"Hoho looks like the great muggle is going to stop him"
This boy's name has been written down since birth! He's going to the best school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world, and he's going to be under the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore.
"I won't pay some crazy old fool to teach him tricks!"
Hagrid pointed an umbrella at him and said "Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me."
"Oh, we're behind schedule, we have to leave," he went to the devi and at the touch of the door again fell to the floor and turned to me and said "of course if you don't want to leave" of course I wanted to leave.
We left and headed for Diagon Alley