I mean, if there really is Harry Potter in this world.
Before that, I had mailed 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".
When I suddenly arrived in London, I first had to determine what kind of world this was, right?
Thank God, the beautiful country here does not have the Superman of Metropolis.
There is no Gotham Batman either.
Not to mention the Flash in Central City, and Stark Industries...
Well, I only dared to write it in the letter after confirming that it didn't exist.
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 a Harry Potter? Right, the Boy-Who-Lived.
Although I don’t know if this letter will be returned again - in fact, I have already accepted the reality.
No matter how absurd it is, as long as it happens and exists, you can only accept it.
But the postman is a kind-hearted boy with freckles on his face. He comforts me every time and says it’s because the envelope is too old... It’s so considerate. It’s obviously an old envelope I dug out from the trash. I thank him for being willing to help me.
Delivery.
So, this is the last letter.
Let me see this world, what's the difference?
So, Mr. Harry Potter - if it's really you, would you like to write me a reply?
Yours faithfully
Lin an(Miss)
…
Harry was lying in his locker, facing the old letter in front of him, filled with indescribable joy.
This morning - well today is Dudley's birthday, but unfortunately, Harry released a Brazilian python at the zoo...
Harry sighed: He didn't mean it.
However, this frightened Dudley and his classmate Piers, so that the Dursley family was completely embarrassed and very 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 to be done.
For example, get a letter.
Uncle Vernon said, "Dudley go get it."
Dudley would say, "Let Harry take it."
If Harry didn't move, Aunt Petunia would say, "Take your Smelting cane and drive him to get it!"
This was given to Dudley when they were given uniforms at Smelting Middle School, which was also Mr. Dursley's alma mater. The father and son were very proud and often waved it like a wizard's staff.
Harry didn't want to get beaten.
So he went to get the letter.
There are birthday wishes from Dada, a letter from Aunt Petunia’s friend from Majorca...
And, the bottom one.
Old, dirty, even like a torn letter.
It says:
"Mr. Harry Potter"
For a moment - Harry felt like he couldn't breathe.
There seemed to be nerves beating in my brain, the sound of my heart was amplified, and there was a rush of hot blood rushing to my forehead...
In short, this was an unprecedented surprise that he had never imagined.
Actually! Someone! Write him! Write a letter to "Harry Potter"!
Anyway, Harry thought it was God's guidance, so he hid the letter in his pocket.
Returning to the storage room, he opened the letter with almost piety and extreme caution——
It's okay not to do this. Both the envelope and the letter paper are too fragile.
It seemed as if it had been rubbed to pieces, and also as if someone had carefully flattened it.
He saw the time first.
The time the letter was sent was June 12th, but now it is Dudley's birthday, June 23rd.
sky!
Harry almost jumped up after reading this letter again——
If he hasn't replied to the letter after so long, how sad must the other person in the letter be?!
I just finished writing this chapter and Emma became a hot search.
My pen barrel is really a bit magical... Damn it, how can this continue!
