Not to mention how the three Luke's let loose on the neighbourhood and celebrated Harry's birthday, when Luke said goodbye to them and pushed open the door to his house.

"Luke, congratulations!" He was greeted by jets of ribbons, the room was decorated in a colourful manner, sparks of flowers being sprayed by wands and a constant gush of coloured bubbles enriched what had been a relatively monotonous room in terms of colour all of a sudden.

Luke's family greeted Luke with big smiles behind the door as Mrs Harris and Daisy wheeled a huge cake out of the kitchen. The sight made Luke feel incredibly warm and happy, his eyes seemed to reflect the beauty of the scene as if they had been drenched in joy, that he had been lucky enough to be part of this family of wizards whose family loved each other instead of crossing straight over to become Harry Potter.

Emily trotted over to take Luke's bag and put it away as his father, Owen, came over and handed Luke a letter, the envelope was made of heavy parchment and addressed in emerald green ink with no stamp.

Luke turned the envelope over and saw a wax seal, a coat of arms, and a coat of arms made up of the initials "H", symbolising the four houses, which consisted of a lion, a badger, an eagle, and a serpent surrounding the initials "H" for Hogwarts. Two ribbons with the school name and motto encircling the shield were the decorative parts.

"Congratulations, Luke, you have received your admission to Hogwarts. Quickly unwrap it and take a look." Morgan le Fay turned and marked the 31st of July on the calendar, relieved that another child had managed to receive an offer of admission to Hogwarts.

The letter informed the young wizard of what to bring and what to expect for the start of the school year. Luke read it and handed the letterhead to his mother, and although everyone had read such a letter many times before, they couldn't help but pass it around to each other, with his father, Owen, taking it last and stating that, as always, he would mould the letter and keep it in the family forever.

The family sat happily at the dinner table, eating the roast beef and apple pudding that Mrs Harris and Daisy had lovingly prepared, while talking about all the strange and interesting things that had happened at Hogwarts, with the adults apparently trying to keep up the tradition of scaring Luke with all sorts of horror stories about the House of Branches.

"I wonder which house you'll get into, Luke?" Emily snuggled up to her brother, obviously knowing that her older sibling was just about to start school and that it was Hogwarts, which required residency, and she was a little saddened.

"Regardless of which house is worth experiencing with your heart and learning well, you should know that it is not divided into which house you only have the advantages of that one house, I was reluctantly divided into Slytherin, which is known for its ambition and desire for power, but now it is not the same as having the valour and fearlessness of Gryffindor, the stoicism and honesty of Hufflepuff, and the wisdom and erudition of Ravenclaw. " Listening to his father, Owen, bragging so carelessly, Luke's nervousness about the house of separation subsided quite a bit.

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"But how exactly do you tell which house you'll get sorted into? All those stories you guys just told about the separate colleges contradicted themselves." Little sister Emily was a bit scared at first, but as she listened to them talking more and more outrageously, she understood that they were bluffing.

All the family smiled at her, and Morgan Le Fay stroked her daughter's soft light blonde hair and said, "You'll see."

Growing up always comes with a special amount of expectations and blessings, and in the presence of the entire family, Luke sent the letter replying to Hogwarts through the family's owl, Edward, with the expectation of the wizarding world.

"Right Luke, go and deliver a letter to Harry, he doesn't realise you're a wizard too does he?" Father Owen then admonished, "Don't let this little local oversight like this cause our previous efforts to go to waste."

Meanwhile, Harry had received a birthday cake from Hagrid and learnt about his birth, he was draped in Hagrid's jacket and ate the grilled, greasy sausages, as if in a dream, he was a wizard and was going to study at a top wizarding school, not some Stonewall High School, and he could leave his home which he found depressing!

Filled with joy, he thought of his best friends Luke and Fleiger, to be separated from them, not at the same school, not to mention not in the same city, they would make new friends, and yes, Luke was that good, Fleiger was that cheerful, in a crowd they were luminaries, that endearing ...... Thinking about it. Harry couldn't help but feel sad.

Just at this moment, this stands on the rocks of the dilapidated hut window issued a "thud" sound, Harry looked, is an owl, he Harry after the daytime magic letter bombing already know that this animal is a lovely messenger, he rolled over up, ran over to reach out and pull open the window, a strong sea breeze immediately blowing on the face, the owl by the strong sea wind, and the owl is not a good, but a strong sea wind, and the owl is a strong sea wind. The owl was staggered by this strong wind, but still struggled tenaciously and flew up to the arm of the broken sofa, cocking its head and looking at Harry as if to ask him why he hadn't come over to open the letter.

It was a very strong owl, soaking wet, and it wasn't hard to imagine how much it had battled through the wind and waves to deliver the letter in such inclement weather. Despite its exhaustion, it remained stubbornly upright until it had completed its mission, its sharp gaze fixed on Harry.

"Go and untie the letter from its leg, it's not easy to fly over in this weather. What a loyal messenger!" Hagrid clearly took a liking to the owl, and after urging Harry to hurry up and go open the letter he began chopping up some sausages in preparation for feeding - Hagrid was in the habit of trying to carry as many of the various contraptions that could be conveniently fed to his animals with him at all times.

Harry rushed over to the owl, which had its left leg outstretched with a small roll of parchment tied to it with a red cloth string; miraculously, the string and parchment were actually quite dry in this stormy weather, with not a single water mark!

Who in the magical world would send a letter to himself?