Harry Potter: The Hogwarts Acceptance Letter

Ron took a look at the doorplate and then dragged Harry Potter into the room.

"What a huge room and such a big bed!" Ron exclaimed as he walked in. After saying that, he was about to pounce onto the bed.

Harry Potter held Ron back and said nervously, "Wait a sec. We don't know which bed is ours yet. Don't make a mistake."

Light had already walked around the room once and said to Harry Potter and Ron, "There's a small sign beside the bed with the name on it."

Hearing this, Harry Potter let go of Ron's hand. Free from restraint, Ron quickly found his bed and flopped down on it.

Ron let out a comfortable groan. When Harry Potter and Light also got into their own beds.

Ron suddenly sprang up. He started to complain about Malfoy, "I knew that guy was just boasting. At that time, I actually thought there would be a fire dragon!"

"Me too. But where did you find out that there's no fire dragon in the The Sorting Ceremony, Light?" Harry Potter echoed Ron and at the same time raised a question.

"In Diagon Alley. After going there with Hagrid, I went back by myself. Then I accidentally overheard someone talking about it and I just remembered it," Light said, fudging the matter.

"There's no way I can say I saw it with my own eyes!" Light muttered to himself.

While the three of them were still chatting, the sound of opening the door and self-introductions interrupted them. "Hello, I'm Neville Longbottom. I live in this dormitory."

"My name is Seamus Finnigan," two somewhat nervous voices echoed in the dormitory.

Light turned his head and saw Neville and a kid entering the room together.

"Neville!" Ron and Harry Potter were thrilled to see Neville. They bounced up on the springy beds and walked towards Neville and Seamus.

"Harry Potter, Ron, and Light. I didn't expect to be in the same dormitory as you guys," Neville also walked towards Harry Potter and Ron with great excitement.

Just as Harry Potter and the other two were reminiscing, Light sauntered over.

He said to Seamus who was standing at the door looking a bit at a loss, "Hello, Seamus. I'm Light Rogers. Just call me Light. You don't mind if I call you Seamus, right?"

"N-no, it's okay. Just call me Seamus," Seamus stammered in reply. After Harry Potter and Ron finished reminiscing, they started introducing themselves to each other.

Light greeted Neville and then led them to his bed.

With Harry Potter yawning, the chatting in the room gradually died down until only the sound of breathing was left.

"So many things happened today. But, Hogwarts, here I come," Light, lying on the bed, drifted off to sleep in his long thoughts.

...

"Where is this?" Light, who had just woken up, still had a bit of a fuzzy head.

"Light, you're awake. I was just about to call you after I finished washing up," Neville, coming out of the washroom, said to Light who was sitting on the bed looking dazed.

"Yeah, I'm awake. Where's Seamus?" Light rubbed his eyes and looked at Harry Potter and Ron who were still sound asleep, snoring.

"He's in the loo. Come and wash up quickly! Don't be late."

"Okay, I'll go now." After waking Harry Potter and Ron, Light started washing up.

"It's still early. How about going to have breakfast?" Ron, who had finished washing up, proposed.

"Forget it. Let's go to the classroom first. It's the first class on the first day. I don't want to be late." Light recalled Harry Potter and Ron, who were late in the original plot.

"Alright then!" Ron agreed with Light reluctantly.

Light and the others grabbed their Textbooks and headed for the classroom.

"By the way, do you know where the classroom is?" Light's question left the five of them looking at each other blankly.

After asking for directions, experiencing disappearing staircases, and almost losing Neville, Light and the other four finally entered the classroom at the last moment before the class started.

"Looks like we're not too late. The professor isn't here yet." Harry Potter looked at the empty podium and said to Light and the others.

"I'm certain those staircases did it on purpose. How many times have they disappeared? We almost lost Neville." Ron said indignantly.

"Thank goodness we're not late." Neville had a look of about to cry.

"Let's find seats first! Don't get scared later." Light looked at the podium with no one but a cat on it and said something enigmatically to Harry Potter and the others.

Harry Potter and the others were completely at a loss but still found their seats and sat down.

After everyone was seated, the tiger-striped tabby cat that was originally standing on the podium suddenly jumped forward and transformed while in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, it turned into Professor McGonagall, who had led the young wizards through The Sorting Ceremony yesterday.

"Before we start the class, I want to remind you. Transfiguration is one of the most difficult and dangerous Spells you'll learn at Hogwarts. If anyone misbehaves in my class, they will leave my classroom immediately."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the podium beside her turned into a pig and then back again.

Professor McGonagall showed this skill, which directly elicited exclamations and longing from the young wizards.

Light stared intently at the whole process of the spellcasting.

"Quick, with great ease, and no unnecessary movements."

"With a wave of her hand, she turned an inanimate wooden podium into a living being. It's like she's a creator, changing matter and giving it consciousness. How much more do I need to reach this level?"

In that instant, Light was completely enthralled by the mystery and might of Spells.

Professor McGonagall waved her hand to suppress the young wizards' exclamations and began to talk about the origin of Transfiguration and the Spells for casting it.

After explaining the Transfiguration spell, Professor McGonagall distributed a matchstick to each student.

"Turn the matchstick I gave you into a silver needle. Start practicing now! I'll give you guidance." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

Light waved his wand continuously, casting Spells on the matchstick in front of him. He was nowhere near as proficient as when he cast White Magic.

"Mr. Light Rogers, don't cast Spells mechanically. Concentrate. First, visualize the appearance of the silver needle in your mind, and then cast the spell."

"And you, Mr. Ron Weasley..."

Professor McGonagall sternly guided the young wizards.

Hearing Professor McGonagall's guidance, Light stopped. He rubbed his hand that had waved the wand an unknown number of times and stared intently at the matchstick lying quietly on the long table.

"Absolutely not. I succeeded in practicing White Magic by myself after just three tries back then, and every time I failed, I instinctively knew why."

"Even if you know the Spells and techniques for casting magic, your innate aptitude still has limitations. That's why ordinary wizards can only practice hard over and over again."

"In this way, my cheat is really powerful. It can directly save me from repetitive practice and make me a genius who can master things on the first try."

"However, right now, I need to test whether I can learn Transfiguration through my own efforts without adding any points. If not, it means I can't do without this stone stele."

Thinking of this, Light gritted his teeth, forcibly held back the urge to add points, and continued to cast spells on the matchstick in front of him.