Harry Potter: The Hogwarts Acceptance Letter

Floating in mid-air, Peeves saw that Light didn't show a trace of panic on his face. Instead, he seemed itching to have a go.

This attitude seemed to make Peeves feel insulted. Immediately, he started to shout and flail his arms and legs menacingly, "Young wizard, you'll regret your attitude..."

Before Peeves could finish his rant, Light had already waved his wand. Several Levitation Charm shot out, and the sundries placed on the ground floated into the air and smashed towards Peeves.

"Ah! Hahaha." While letting out a mocking laugh, Peeves nimbly dodged the incoming sundries.

[*Stupefy*], Light cast the newly learned Dark Magic while Peeves was dodging the sundries.

"Ah!" Before Peeves could react, he was hit instantly. Immediately, he felt dizzy. Then, the sundries floating in the air came at him.

"Ah! Hahaha, you can't hit me, you can't hit me." The sundries attacking Peeves passed right through his body.

Seeing this, Light continued to wave his wand. Many sundries were controlled to continue surrounding Peeves. Seeing this, Peeves no longer dodged and just floated in mid-air, allowing the sundries to pass through his body.

Then, he let out a mocking cackle, "I'll just stand here, and you still can't hit me..." Diffindo, a Dark Magic spell, followed the sundries and hit Peeves.

Peeves' body, which had been hit, flickered a few times and then returned to normal. Just as Peeves wanted to continue mocking, Light suddenly said, "I'm waiting for Filch, the night watchman. What are you waiting for?"

As soon as Light finished speaking, an angry voice came over, "Damn Peeves, what on earth are you doing?" Peeves turned his head and saw Filch and Nearly Headless Nick carrying an axe walking towards them.

"Then you can't escape either..." Peeves turned to look at Light. Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Light's figure gradually disappearing.

"Oh no, damn it." Light used the Disillusionment Charm and hid in the corner. Watching Peeves howl as he fled.

After seeing Filch chasing after Peeves leave, Light cancelled the magic and revealed his figure. Looking at the chaotic ground, he waved his wand and cast Scourgify. The messy ground gradually returned to its original state.

Looking at the clean ground in front of him, Light remembered how Peeves quickly recovered after being hit by the Dark Magic just now, and he felt a bit of a headache. "It seems that Dark Magic doesn't work so well against opponents with high magic resistance!"

"No wonder Snape developed Sectumsempra, and Voldemort loves using [*Avada Kedavra*] (the killing curse). Using magic with special effects like this is especially useful against opponents with high magic resistance."

"However, Sectumsempra probably won't be very useful against a ghost like Peeves! I won't go on a night stroll tonight." Light glanced at Peeves being chased by a bunch of ghosts and wearing an expression of 'it's none of my business'.

"Light, you're back. What's going on outside? It seems quite lively." Harry Potter asked Light with a curious look.

"Nothing. A ghost named Peeves angered everyone and is being chased and beaten." Light told Harry Potter casually.

"I thought there was a party. What a waste of anticipation." Ron swallowed and said regretfully.

"By the way, Slytherin and Gryffindor will have a joint Potions class tomorrow. That Malfoy will also be there. Should we prepare something?" Ron seemed to have thought of something and looked indignant with a disgruntled look on his face.

"What do we need to prepare? With the professor there, there won't be a fight. And Professor Snape is not an easy person to get along with. Instead of thinking about dealing with Malfoy, it's better to think about how to deal with him." Light, who had experienced a day of unexpected events, said lazily while lying on the bed.

"Professor Snape." Harry Potter touched the lightning scar on his forehead and murmured as if recalling something.

"I wonder if we can get Professor Snape's notes tomorrow!" A bit tired, Light slowly drifted off to sleep amidst the conversation between Ron and Harry Potter.

...

"Is this the Potions classroom? It looks so scary." Ron looked at the classroom filled with jars that contained various strange body parts placed all around and swallowed hard.

"It's okay. You'll get used to it after looking at it more." Light twitched the corner of his mouth as he looked at the classroom with a dark style and comforted Ron verbally.

After a while, as soon as the students from the two houses sat down, the classroom door was flung open with a loud bang, and a thin figure walked quickly into the room.

The curtains automatically closed at the command of the person who came. A figure in a long black floor-length robe stood on the podium in the dimly lit classroom, like a huge human-shaped bat, scanning the young wizards with cold eyes.

Snape, looking like a villain, scanned the classroom once, picked up the roll book in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Next, I'll start taking roll call. I don't expect anyone on the roll to be absent."

"Ron Weasley"

"Light Rogers"

...

"Harry Potter"

"Ah! I almost forgot! We have a celebrity in our school!" Snape said mockingly.

Seeing this scene, a question popped up in Light's mind: 'I wonder if Snape deliberately saved Harry Potter's name for last just to say this.'

Hearing Snape's mocking words, the young wizards around all looked at Harry Potter. If it weren't for the class, Malfoy and his two cronies would probably have burst out laughing.

Snape retracted his gaze from Harry Potter and said to the young wizards present, "You are here to learn the delicate art of potion-making."

"Since there are no stupid wand-waving here, you don't want to believe this is Spells. I don't expect you to understand the wonder of potion-making either."

Snape seemed to be lost in his own world and continued to voice his opinion in a daze-like tone.

"When boiling medicinal herbs in a cauldron, the potion gradually boils, and white smoke rises in the pot..."

"The blood flowing in the veins of the human body, that liquid with magical power..."

"That wonderful organ can intoxicate people to no end."

"I can teach you how to bottle fame and brew glory, and even how to stop death."

"As long as you're not as stupid as the bunch of idiots I taught before."

"Then! Potter, what would happen if powdered daffodil bulbs were added to wormwood juice?"

After making his declaration, Snape immediately asked Harry Potter a question.

Harry Potter looked at Light and Ron, at a loss. Ron stared blankly back at Harry Potter. Light raised his hand to block Snape's gaze and whispered a prompt, "The Draught of Living Death. It's a sleeping potion."

"What? I didn't catch that." Harry Potter didn't dare to make many movements under Snape's intense stare, so he just replied dryly.

"I don't know, Professor."

"So, where do you find a bezoar in a cow?"

Under Snape's persistent questioning, Harry Potter slowly hung his head.

"Potter! Five points from Gryffindor for your lousy performance."