Harry Potter: The Hogwarts Acceptance Letter

"The opening feast is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you need to determine which house you will be sorted into."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, looked around, and seeing that all the young wizards were listening attentively, she continued.

"There are four houses at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Next, you will be sorted in front of all the teachers and students of the school. This is a very important ceremony. I know there are some rumors..."

Light watched Professor McGonagall standing on the stage, going on and on. He activated the Skills he had mastered as a student before, seemingly listening intently but actually letting his mind wander.

"Alright, you get ready here. I suggest you tidy up. Don't look so messy." After saying that, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and walked out with Professor Snape who was standing beside her.

"What do you think of me? Is there anything inappropriate?"

"Is my hairstyle okay?"

...

The young wizards, no longer under the watchful eyes of the adults, gradually started to make noise.

Hearing the commotion around him, Light came to his senses.

He saw Harry Potter bustling around helping Ron tidy up his black robe, while Ron was hurriedly helping Harry Potter fix his hair.

Seeing this, Light knew what was going on. So he took out his wand and pointed it at Harry Potter and Ron: Scourgify.

As the light of the Spells flashed, Harry Potter's hair and Ron's robe moved on their own and returned to a neat state.

After casting the Spells on Harry Potter and Ron, Light reversed his wand in his hand and cast the same Spells on himself.

"I wonder how they will conduct the sorting. Will there be any danger?" Harry Potter asked, looking a bit worried.

"It seems to be a kind of test. Fred and George even scared me, saying that this test would cause great harm to us." Ron said, his face a bit pale.

"There's a test? What if we don't pass? Will we be expelled?" Harry Potter's heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a hint of panic.

"It's okay. Don't be nervous. According to the exact information I got. The sorting ceremony at Hogwarts is very simple. You don't even have to do anything! Just sit there, and everything will be done."

"They won't test our Spells, and they won't have any requirements for us either." Light comforted Harry Potter and Ron with a smile on his face.

The young wizards standing near Light and the other two also felt slightly relieved after hearing Light's words.

"Ridiculous exact information. My dad is a school governor. He told me that during the sorting ceremony, we have to face a Hungarian Horntail. And the dragon can even distinguish between pure - bloods, half - bloods, and Muggles." A familiar voice boasting about his father came.

There was Malfoy, walking over pushing through the crowd with two lackeys trailing behind him. There was no sign at all that he had been beaten up.

Light raised an eyebrow. He guessed that it should be some senior he knew who had helped him with the treatment.

"What are you doing here!" Ron got angry at once the moment he saw Malfoy approaching.

"As far as I know, the dragon will show favoritism to noble pure - bloods, but it will pick some half - blood or Muggle - born wizards to eat." Malfoy said, smirking maliciously as he intimidated them.

The young wizards around felt even more nervous after hearing this.

Hermione, not far away, had a deathly pale face.

"Well, it seems your dad isn't a very competent school governor! He doesn't even know about the Sorting Ceremony." Light held back Ron, who was about to go on a rampage, and then said sneeringly.

"I don't think there's any reason to give special treatment to a pure - blood who 'trips' for no reason." Light emphasized the word "trips".

Malfoy, who had never heard such sarcastic and snide remarks, was extremely angry for a moment.

"Alright, the Sorting Ceremony is about to start." Professor McGonagall pushed the door open. The young wizards immediately fell silent when they saw Professor McGonagall arrive.

"Now line up in a row and follow me." Professor McGonagall looked around and gave instructions to the young wizards.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen into a luxurious auditorium.

There were small torches on the walls of the auditorium. The high ceiling was completely dark, but lights twinkled in the darkness, just like the starry sky.

Countless candles were burning in mid - air in an orderly manner, illuminating the auditorium brightly.

There were four huge flags of different colors hanging on the walls.

Four long tables were placed in the middle of the huge auditorium. Countless golden plates and glasses were neatly arranged in the middle of the tables. On both sides of the four tables were full of students of different ages.

On the open space at the end of the long table, there was a high - back chair, and on the chair was an old, wrinkled wizard's pointed hat.

Behind the chair, at the end of the auditorium, there was an arc - shaped professor's dining table. Dumbledore, dressed in a white robe, sat in the middle. Snape, dressed in a black robe with a gloomy face, the short goblin - half - blood Flitwick, and Quirrell with his head tightly wrapped were sitting respectively.

Just as Light was shocked by the magnificent scene that was truly in front of him.

The hat on the chair suddenly started to wriggle. The threads sewn on the hat tore apart, forming a wrinkled face.

It woke up the stunned Light and the young wizards with a hoarse singing voice:

"You may think I'm not good - looking, but never judge a book by its cover. If you can find a prettier hat than me, I'll eat myself."

...

The hoarse voice finished singing the song that had been passed down for thousands of years, and the whole audience burst into thunderous applause.

When the applause subsided, Professor McGonagall appeared with a piece of parchment in her hand and shouted to the young wizards, "The Sorting Ceremony officially begins. The students whose names I call, sit on the chair and put the hat on your head."

The young wizards immediately tensed up, waiting for their names to be called.

"Hannah Abbott"

As Light expected, the first one was still the wife of Neville, who was respectfully called the "Blood Detector of the Iron - Hat King".

Light saw a little girl with two golden braids and a rosy face. She hurriedly stepped forward, put on the hat, and the hat just covered her eyes.

After a moment, the Sorting Hat shouted loudly, "Hufflepuff!"

Hearing the voice of the Sorting Hat, the students at the long table on the far right of the auditorium applauded and cheered.

As the names of the young wizards and the houses they were assigned to were called out from the mouth of the Sorting Hat.

The students at the four long tables either clapped enthusiastically or perfunctorily, showing their attitudes towards the freshmen.

"Light Rogers!"

Light slowly walked forward under the nervous gazes of Harry Potter and Ron.

With the Sorting Hat on his head, Light desperately tried to recall his experiences from the train to Hogwarts. This was the best way Light could think of to deal with the Sorting Hat.

Lost in his memories, Light felt as if he was hearing someone nagging in his ear. "Daring to fight, having a firm goal, and possessing excellent Spells talent. If it weren't for the fact that you don't meet Salazar's blood requirements, I would have sent you to Slytherin. So..."

"Gryffindor," the Sorting Hat shouted.

"'Did I manage to deceive the Sorting Hat?'" A confused Light walked towards the Gryffindor table amidst the applause. At the same time, a message came from the stone stele.

"Completed the mileage The Fearless Lion, Mileage Points +1."