The letter was on a creamy, heavy parchment, handwritten (or, Harry decided after looking more closely, produced on a printer with a well-designed cursive font). The address was surprisingly specific. "Mr. H Potter, Cupboard Under The Stairs, Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, New Avalon, Federated Suns."
The text, once he'd gotten it open, was even more surprising.
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
The text, once he'd gotten it open, was even more surprising.
Quote:New Avalon Institute of Magic--
Headmaster: B. Banzai
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sci., Chief Warlock,
Supreme Rock Star, Interstellar Conf. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at New Avalon Institute of Magic.
Please find a list enclosed of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We expect your owl no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonnagle
Deputy Headmistress.
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.