Hagrid and the Letter of Acceptance

Harry raised an eyebrow, broke the wax seal, opened the letter, and began reading the letter that had made Aunt Petunia so envious:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class Order of Merlin, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The term begins on September 1. We await your owl's reply by July 31.

Deputy Headmistress

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Harry studied the letter thoughtfully.

It revealed quite a lot: Magic School, the International Confederation of Wizards, the Order of Merlin, and so on...

The wizarding society of this world had clearly developed into a complete structure, with numerous independent wizarding organizations.

There was even a Magic School specifically for educating Young Wizards, something clearly superior to Kamar-Taj.

Perhaps when he became the Supreme Mage, he could reform Kamar-Taj according to the social structure of the Wizarding World.

Harry then continued reading the enclosed list.

The contents of the list also revealed a great deal about the Wizarding World.

What surprised him was that even Magic School students could use Dragonhide!

Harry fell silent as he looked at the protective gloves that required Dragonhide or similarly durable materials.

In his original world, there were no dragons on Earth, though dragons had been spotted in other dimensions.

Those dragons were hardly easy to deal with. They were few in number and immensely powerful, each one capable of easily destroying an entire city.

The strongest among them could even effortlessly destroy planets!

Could the Wizarding World's magical standards have already surpassed Kamar-Taj?

But why had he never heard any rumors about the Wizarding World before? Could the wizards of this world also be Earth's protectors, tasked with fighting unimaginably powerful Dimensional Demon Gods?

At that thought, Harry's impression of the Wizarding World improved greatly.

Whether or not the Wizarding World discriminated against ordinary people, as long as they silently protected Earth from the shadows, they were most likely good people on the side of justice.

Harry had once faced a Dimensional Demon God named Dormammu alongside the Supreme Mage, so he understood full well just how terrifying Dimensional Demon Gods could be.

It seemed this world must have powerful wizards capable of rivaling the Supreme Mage. Only then could they contend with Dimensional Demon Gods.

Although Harry did not have an owl of his own for the moment, he used dried meat to lure over a hardworking Owl Postman and let it rest temporarily.

Amid the Owl Postman's satisfied cooing, Harry quickly finished his reply and handed it over. Finally, he patted the gray Owl Postman on the head and watched it gradually disappear from sight.

Wizarding World, Supreme Mage Harry had arrived!

Perhaps he could learn even more powerful magic in this world and use it to fight formidable enemies.

As one of the people closest to the Supreme Mage, Harry could sense that the venerable old man was growing more exhausted by the day.

He could not wait to become stronger and share the old man's burden.

After replying to Hogwarts, Harry did not have to wait long. By the following afternoon, he received Hogwarts' response.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The poor door was as fragile as a thin wooden plank, seeming ready to crack apart at any moment beneath the pounding of the unknown person outside.

"Who is it?!" Dudley had now completely adapted to being Harry's lackey. Seeing Harry look toward the door, he understood immediately and went to open it. Beforehand, he shouted, "I'm an idiot!" to pay the price for casting magic.

After Dudley opened the door, before he could cast his spell, two arms like stone pillars scooped him into an embrace.

The figure behind the door was revealed to Harry and the others. He was a giant three and a half meters tall, and he had to crouch to enter the two-meter-high doorway.

As he held Dudley, tears gushed from his eyes like a spring and dripped onto Dudley's head.

"Boo hoo hoo, my Harry! The last time I saw you, you were just a baby, and now you're so big.

Oh, you've grown so fat, just like a little piggy. But that's all right, isn't it? It's healthy!"

Dudley struggled desperately in the giant's arms and shouted, "No, I'm not Harry! He's Harry!"

The tears on the giant's face stopped immediately. He lifted Dudley up and carefully examined him. Once he confirmed that the person before him really was not Harry, he promptly ignored Dudley and walked toward Harry instead.

Harry sensed his goodwill and did not evade him, allowing himself to be pulled into the giant's embrace.

However, the giant's smell was rather pungent, making him somewhat uncomfortable.

The giant said in a choked voice, "Oh, Harry, my lovely Harry, I've finally seen you.

Look at you. You look so much like your father Potter, and your eyes are as gentle as Lily's, like emerald-green jade.

I held you when you were little. Do you remember?"

If Dudley's earlier experience had not happened, this moment might have been somewhat touching. But after the giant had hugged Dudley without a word, the atmosphere became rather strange.

Harry secretly complained to himself. How could a normal child possibly remember things from infancy?

But unfortunately, because of the exceptional memory brought by his powerful magic, Harry could even remember the green magic he had faced shortly after being born. He also vaguely remembered a giant with a huge shaggy head.

Besides him, there had also been an elegant old lady and a kindly old gentleman.

Harry broke free from the giant's smelly embrace and politely asked, "Hello, I'm Harry. Did you know my parents?"

"Of course. Of course I knew James and Lily. I'm Hagrid, a close friend of your parents. I was the one who brought you here back then.

Hmm, I heard the Dursley family treated you badly. I was planning to teach them a lesson, but it seems that was only a rumor. The Dursley family looks quite nice."

Hagrid looked over Harry's brand-new clothes and the Dursley family's friendly attitude toward him, then nodded to himself.

He gave the Dursley family a rather friendly smile before saying to Harry, "Come on, Harry. I know you have lots of questions, but we can talk on the way.

I still need to take you to Diagon Alley to buy some school supplies. Come on, let's talk as we go."

The two took a train to London. During the journey, Harry noticed something unusual.

By all rights, Hagrid's height of over three meters should have drawn a great deal of attention, yet passersby merely glanced at him before looking away, as if there were nothing remarkable about him.

At the same time, Harry noticed traces of magical power lingering on Hagrid. This was likely the effect of some spell.

What kind of magic was this?

Harry was rather curious. Soul magic?