Chapter 11

What... what does this mean, Dali?

Harry stared blankly at his cousin beside him.

He recognises all the words on this letter, but when put together, he can't quite grasp their meaning.

Rather than saying this is a letter, it's more like an April Fools' joke.

You don't understand?

Dali looked at Harry.

He thought that when Harry saw this letter, he should recall something, but it was obvious that Harry remained clueless.

Understand what?

Harry retorted.

I'm saying, this letter is someone joking with us—what Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, what wizard headmaster—it's all nonexistent. Harry said haltingly.

Dali looked seriously at Harry.

He could see that deep in Harry's soul, a magical energy was surging; it wasn't much, but very pure.

It is very similar to spiritual power, yet not entirely spiritual power.

If the letter's content is true and not a joke, then it also means that in this world, there exists a magical world unknown to them.

Thinking of this, Dali couldn't help but recall that in that strange world, even though strangeness ran rampant, the vast majority of people living there were unaware of those strangenesses.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, it remains a normal world.

So, could the so-called magical world of this world also be another world hidden beneath the real world?

So, could it be that the so-called Magic World of this world is also another world hidden beneath the real world?

After a moment's thought, Dali decisively opened the stairway door, came to the kitchen doorway, lay near the keyhole, and peered into everything in the kitchen.

Harry saw this and hurriedly followed, but Dali had already taken the keyhole spot, so he could only lie on the floor and peek through the gap under the door at the kitchen situation.

Seeing this, Harry also hurriedly followed, but Dali had already occupied the keyhole, so he could only lie on the floor, peeking through the crack in the door on the ground at the situation inside the kitchen.

Dali was firmly convinced.

From his parents' expressions and demeanor after seeing Harry's letter, they must know something, and possibly even understand that so-called magical world.

But Dali had previously used Spiritual Sight to observe his parents; deep in their souls, there was no such special energy as Harry's.

If possessing that special energy is the symbol of a wizard, then his parents are obviously not wizards.

Vernon, what should we do? Are they possibly monitoring us all the time? Look at the letter's address—they actually know Harry lives in the stairway. Oh my goodness, what should we do?" Penny's voice trembled slightly.

"Vernon, what should we do? Could they have been watching us all along? Look at the address on the letter—they actually know Harry lives in the stairwell. Oh my God, what should we do?" Penny's voice trembled slightly.

Vernon roared angrily.

Indeed they know!" Dali, upon hearing this, became even more certain that his parents knew about the wizard matter.

But what should we do, Vernon? Should we reply, telling them we don't want Harry to go to that...?" Penny continued trembling as she spoke.

No, we can't reply!" Vernon shouted: "We'll just act as if we never received the letter, as if nothing happened—that's the best solution!

"No, we can't reply!" Vernon shouted: "Let's pretend we never received this letter, as if nothing happened—that's the best solution!"

"Maybe they won't get a reply and will think Harry refused—this is the best method!"

"This... but..."

Penny hesitated a little.

She wasn't sure whether doing this would bring even greater trouble.

Outside the door.

Dali's brows furrowed slightly; the development of this matter seemed to have exceeded his expectations a bit.

Harry, lying on the ground, looked even more anxious; although he still didn't quite understand the exact meaning of the letter's content, it was obvious that Vernon and Penny seemed to want to stop him from doing something.

Bang bang...

Dali knocked on the kitchen door.

He wanted to have a proper talk with his parents, at least to figure out what exactly was going on with this matter.

Slap!

The next moment, the kitchen door was flung open violently, Vernon's large face appeared before Dali. Meanwhile, Harry, still lying on the floor and not yet able to get up, stared blankly at Fonu's big foot.

"Dad, I think we should talk properly about this." Dali said gently.

He had already used the Extraordinary One's ability to soothe his father's emotions.

"Talk? There's nothing to discuss— that letter was just misaddressed; we've already burned it."

"Alright, you don't need to worry about it anymore."

Vernon said directly, but his tone was much better than before.

"Impossible, there's no mistake—I saw the address: 4 Privet Drive, for Harry Potter under the stairs; how could it be wrong?"

Harry shouted in rebuttal.

"Shut up!" Vernon's emotions, which Dali had just calmed, exploded again: "I said it was misaddressed— it was misaddressed!"

"Well, uh... Dali said earlier that you should move to that small bedroom on the second floor; we've thought about it and decided you should move there today, after all, you've indeed grown quite a bit lately."

"Alright, that's decided— no more mentioning that letter!"

Vernon didn't forget to warn at the end.

"Dad, although I know you don't want Harry to see that letter, actually..."

Dali finished speaking leisurely, then took out a letter from his pocket.

"Actually, I received the same letter as well."

In an instant, the air in the whole room seemed to freeze.

Vernon and Penny's faces both showed shock and disbelief; they nearly fainted, their breathing becoming difficult, as if some invisible force had sucked the oxygen from around them.

Oh, my god, my god!

How could my son get a letter from that damned place! Impossible, this is impossible!

Vernon kept shaking his head; he couldn't believe that all this before him was real.

On the other side, Penny's mouth had already formed an O, staring blankly at the letter in Dali's hand, and for a moment she actually did not make any sound.

Dali's gaze swept over.

His father's expression did not exceed his expectations—shock, disbelief, and panic.

But his mother's expression seemed to carry an indescribable feeling.

There was shock, there was fear, but there also seemed to be a hint of hope, and an unspoken pride.

This is an extremely complex emotion; if Dali were not an Extraordinary One, he could not see so many details on his mother's face.

So, should you tell me what exactly is going on?

According to the letter's content, I seem to have been admitted to a magic school called Hogwarts; have you heard of this school?

Dali unfolded the yellow letter and showed its contents to the two of them.

Oh, my heavens.

Penny looked at those words, her body swayed slightly, and she slumped onto the sofa.