Harry Potter: The Fake Gryffindor Warrior - HP / Hogwarts

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"Is This a Prank from a Classmate?"

Harry found it quite interesting. None of his classmates had ever played a prank like this before,it was really creative.

The envelope of this letter was made of thick parchment, a material rarely used nowadays. After all, it was heavy and not the easiest to write on. The only advantage was its durability, it wouldn't tear easily. Still, modern postal services were reliable. It wasn't like centuries ago when letters had to be bundled together and tossed onto the back of a carriage, left to rattle around during the journey.

The address was written in an unusual green ink, which immediately caught Harry's attention. However, what intrigued him the most was the absence of a postage stamp.

Turning the envelope over, he noticed that it was sealed with wax. This was the first time Harry had ever seen something like that. There was a design imprinted in the wax, a capital letter "H"

Handing the newspaper to Uncle Vernon, Harry sat at the table and carefully cut the wax seal with his dinner knife. He didn't want to damage such a delicate and intriguing envelope.

Pulling out the letter, he read through it quickly and then broke into a playful grin. Laughing, he turned to Dudley and said, "Dudley, I just got a very interesting letter. I wonder who sent it, it's really creative!"

It was a letter claiming to be an acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry found it amusing that something like this had arrived on April 1st, rather than during the summer holidays. But he had to admit, it was a well-crafted prank. The letter and envelope were impressively made.

"Hogwarts? What a ridiculous name!" Dudley scoffed, glancing at the letter and laughing.

Harry was about to reply when he heard a sharp crash. His Aunt Petunia had dropped a plate, which shattered upon hitting the kitchen floor. There was no carpet to cushion the fall, so the ceramic broke instantly.

"You scared me!" Dudley complained, annoyed.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Aunt Petunia stammered, looking flustered. Strangely, she didn't even call Dudley "darling" as she usually did. Instead, she quickly grabbed a broom to sweep up the broken pieces before pulling Uncle Vernon, who had lowered his newspaper, his face unusually tense, into the other room. They left their breakfast unfinished.

Harry watched them disappear behind the closed door, puzzled. Their reaction was odd.

After a moment of thought, his expression shifted. Aunt Petunia had dropped the plate right after Dudley mentioned Hogwarts. Could it be that they had heard of this supposed magic school before?

That didn't seem likely. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had no sense of humor whatsoever. They weren't the type to play along with pranks like this.

Harry frowned, deep in thought. The Dursleys didn't look like they were reacting to a joke, on the contrary.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he considered their behavior. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were almost paranoid in their aversion to anything remotely related to magic. That was unusual, most old-fashioned school teachers wouldn't mind if a student casually said, "That's just magic!" when surprised by something.

But the Dursleys? They reacted with strong disgust and hostility whenever magic was even mentioned.

Harry had always found that strange. And now, for the first time, a thought crossed his mind: "Could magic actually be real? Was Hogwarts truly a real school of magic? And did Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon know about it?"

Most people wouldn't even entertain such a wild idea. But Harry was different, because, deep down, he knew he could do things that others couldn't.

If he could use magic, then it wasn't too hard to believe that others could as well.

And if there were people who could do magic, then it only made sense that there would be a school to teach them.

Harry grabbed the letter from Dudley and unfolded the second page. It contained a list of required school supplies and some additional instructions. The more he read, the stronger his suspicion became.

Maybe, just maybe, his guess was right.

Returning to the First Page of the Letter

Harry's eyes fell on the last sentence: "We await your owl to deliver your response by July 31st."

"Well, that's awkward. Where am I supposed to find an owl?" Harry muttered.

Bang, bang, bang!

A sharp tapping sound came from the window. Harry turned toward the noise, and his eyes suddenly widened.

A dark gray owl was perched on the windowsill, staring at him with round, unblinking eyes. As soon as it noticed him looking, it tapped on the glass twice.

Up until now, Harry had only thought there was a small chance that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry might actually exist. But at this moment, his certainty shot up to 70, no, maybe even 80 percent.

Just as he stood up to open the window and let the owl in, Aunt Petunia's bedroom door suddenly swung open. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon stepped out. The moment Petunia spotted the owl, she shrieked, rushed toward the window, and slammed it shut, scaring the bird away.

Harry raised an eyebrow, sensing a wave of emotions radiating from her.

His ability to perceive others' emotions wasn't very strong, at least, not yet. He figured that if his mental power grew, he might be able to read people's emotions more easily. But at this stage, he could only detect strong emotional fluctuations.

And right now, Aunt Petunia wasn't just furious, she was also jealous.

That was strange. Aunt Petunia was a petty woman, but she rarely harbored such intense hatred. In fact, Harry had only sensed this kind of emotion from her once before, when the wealthy wife of an important client had visited their home.

That woman had been dripping in jewelry, and Aunt Petunia had been seething with envy. But despite her resentment, she had forced a smile and worked alongside Uncle Vernon to flatter their guest.

Aside from that occasion, there was only one other time Petunia had felt such jealousy, when she looked at him.

In the past, Harry had thought his aunt envied his good looks. After all, he was quite handsome, the kind of boy who could charm both boys and girls into giving him sweets. But later, he realized it wasn't him she envied, it was his mother.

And that made sense. Since Harry was handsome, and Aunt Petunia had mentioned that he resembled his mother, it stood to reason that his mother must have been beautiful.

But right now, as Petunia radiated that same jealous fury, a new thought crept into Harry's mind, one he had never considered before.

What if magic truly existed in this world?

What if Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon knew about Hogwarts?

And what if Harry could use magic not just because of Neil, but for another reason, something inherent to him?

Something genetic?

Then a possibility he had never even imagined before suddenly took shape in his mind.

"Could My Mother, or Maybe My Father, Have Been a Wizard?"

Was it possible that his mother, or perhaps his father, was a wizard? And Aunt Petunia, clearly not having become a witch herself, had felt jealousy, which had then turned into resentment. After his mother passed away, that resentment had been redirected toward him, because he resembled her.

It made sense.

When Aunt Petunia turned around, she noticed Harry staring at her strangely. Forcing a smile, she said, "Let's eat, let's eat. The grilled fish is quite good today…"

"Mum, you're acting weird today."

Dudley had finally looked up from his plate. He had been too focused on his food to notice anything before. All the noise around him had barely registered.

"Not at all, Dudley dear," Aunt Petunia replied quickly. "After dinner, go play with Pierre and Danny. I need to have a word with Harry…" Her voice had a distant quality to it.

"Oh." Dudley didn't think much of it. He simply nodded and continued eating. His appetite was just as large as he was.

Dudley left early after dinner, and before Uncle Vernon headed out to work, he gave Harry and Aunt Petunia a strange look, but in the end, he said nothing.

Once they were alone, Aunt Petunia motioned for Harry to sit on the living room sofa. She sat across from him, her expression serious.

"Harry, you've always been clever. Strange things have happened around you. I assume you've already figured something out?"

Her face was unreadable, but Harry recognized that expression. Four or five years ago, she used to look at him that way all the time. However, ever since he had helped bring good fortune to Vernon and improved Dudley's school performance, thereby increasing his standing in the household, she had stopped looking at him like that.

Harry didn't overthink it. He simply nodded. "It seems that magic really does exist in this world."

For a brief moment, Petunia's face twisted in disgust and jealousy, but she nodded in the end.

"Yes, magic… Haha." Her laugh was bitter. "Your mother, your father, that Potter, they were all wizards. Graduates of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"

She paused, her voice trembling slightly. "Can I see the letter?"

Harry didn't hesitate. He handed it to her.

Petunia's hands shook slightly as she took the letter, but as she flipped through the two pages, her expression became strange. Then, she let out a laugh, self-deprecating, almost hollow.

"Dumbledore… After all these years, it's still the same name? I suppose wizards have quite long lifespans…"

Then, she tossed the letter back to Harry and leaned back into the sofa, her face returning to its previous stoic silence.

"Harry, are you going? To Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I really want to go," Harry answered honestly.

"Then go." Petunia waved a hand dismissively as she stood up. "But let me make one thing clear, I'm not paying a single penny for you to attend Hogwarts!"

Harry wasn't surprised. The Dursleys had always despised anything remotely connected to magic. And based on Aunt Petunia's reaction, Harry was 80% sure that she had once wanted to go to Hogwarts, but clearly, she had never received a letter.

From admiration to hatred?

It wasn't the perfect phrase, but Harry couldn't shake the thought.

Still, if what she said was true, she wouldn't pay a cent for his tuition.

Then how was he supposed to afford school fees and supplies?

Harry suddenly felt a twinge of anxiety. Surely, magical schools weren't free?

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