Harry Potter: The Hogwarts Acceptance Letter

"Classmates, I'm a bit unwell and need to leave for a while. You, study on your own first." Quirrell seemed to be enduring great pain. He stammered an explanation to the students in a trembling voice, then staggered out of the classroom.

Light, having received the information from the stone stele, watched Quirrell hurry away and couldn't help smiling.

"It seems that Mr. Voldemort doesn't have a very good psychological tolerance! Just because he absorbed the memory I synthesized about 'Dumbledore and Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic making coffee and talking about heroes', he flew into a rage. He's really petty."

"If he knew about all those spoof videos from the previous life, his head would probably explode with anger."

Thinking of the memory he synthesized, he couldn't help letting out a strange laugh.

Watching Quirrell stagger away, the young wizards were quiet for a while at first, then started to make noise.

"Ah!!! Master, no! Please forgive me." Quirrell lay on the floor of his office, wailing frantically, his body twitching constantly.

Just as Quirrell let out a shrill scream, the thick burlap wrapped around his head suddenly loosened, revealing a face at the back of his head. There was a faint black aura lingering around the face, and the facial features were blurred.

"I want Fudge dead. I want Dumbledore dead. I want all those who know about that report dead." Thinking of the memory he absorbed, Voldemort's tone was cold, but there was a bit more vigilance in his heart.

In the memory Voldemort absorbed, Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore were sitting opposite each other in the living room.

"Does the Headmaster know how many heroes exist in the wizarding world?" Minister Fudge sat on the chair, brandishing a hand-cranked coffee grinder for a while, and asked Dumbledore who was sitting opposite him.

"Can the Dark Lord of Britain be regarded as a hero?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Voldemort is brave but fierce, lacking in strategy and wisdom. He risks his life for petty gains. He's just a fool! Like a skeleton in a grave." Fudge stopped what he was doing and poured Dumbledore a cup of coffee.

"Oh! Then who do you think can be a hero?" Dumbledore glanced at the coffee but didn't drink it.

"The heroes of the wizarding world are the Headmaster and me. By then, I'll stage Voldemort's resurrection, and then the Headmaster will defeat him. In this way, you gain fame, and I get re-elected. Everyone has a bright future. Jie Jie Jie!"

The memory stopped abruptly here. Although Voldemort was very dissatisfied with Fudge's evaluation of him, it was what he said next that made Voldemort feel murderous.

He had been a wandering spirit for ten years. Just after possessing someone and returning to Hogwarts, he heard that someone wanted to use him as a pawn. This left him with no choice but to be suspicious.

"I must obtain the Philosopher's Stone at the fastest speed. As long as I recover my strength, I won't be afraid of anyone. Also, I want you to investigate the identity of that young wizard." Voldemort stopped torturing Quirrell and ordered him in a hoarse and cold voice.

"Yes, Master. Your order is everything to me." Quirrell prostrated himself on the ground and replied to Voldemort with humble words, trembling.

In the common room, four people were having lunch at a round table.

"This teacher is really bad. He didn't teach anything at all, and on top of that, he left early." Hermione said angrily.

"No way! You only care about the fact that he left early."

"The way he smells and his dressing style are so strange, yet all you care about is that he left early." Ron held a chicken leg in his hand and looked at Hermione in shock.

"I'm afraid our Defense Against the Dark Arts class is in a fix. What should we do?" Harry Potter said glumly as he ate.

"Never mind. If you're interested, I can teach you an interesting spell." Light said casually to comfort Harry Potter.

"Great! Great! I'd love to learn." Harry Potter immediately brightened up. Hermione and Ron also turned their gazes to Light.

"Do you want to join in?" Light invited.

"Sure thing!" Hermione and Ron replied in unison.

The four of them quickly finished their meals and then rushed to an empty classroom to start learning Spells.

"Expelliarmus," Light explained the incantation. With a wave of his wand and a flash of light, the chair on the ground was instantly sent flying and hit the wall, shattering into pieces all over the place.

"Scourgify," the broken chair returned to its original state under the effect of the healing spell.

"Roughly like this. You guys practice, and I'll guide you." Light said to the three of them.

The three of them nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

Light continuously cast the healing spell so that the three of them could practice Spells on the chair without worry.

"Alright, that's about it. You can head back first! We still have Herbology class in the afternoon. I'll restore the classroom to its original condition first." Light looked at the sky and said to the three of them.

The trio was a bit reluctant to leave, but they still obediently headed back.

"Whew! Done." Looking at the restored classroom, Light turned around and left.

"Hey, classmate. I wonder where that report you mentioned is? I couldn't locate the report you talked about." Just as Light was leaving the classroom, a sinister voice came.

"What report? Oh! That one. Of course you can't find it now. It'll be a while yet."

Light was taken aback at first when he heard this, then he composed himself and admitted candidly.

"What do you mean? Are you kidding me?" Quirrell, who had been hiding in the dark, emerged in front of Light, still reeking of that strange garlic smell.

"Not at all! I occasionally have some strange dreams, which is why I asked the teacher about the Dark Lord in class." Light said meaningfully.

"What else do you know?" Quirrell asked, sounding a bit excited.

"Why would I tell you?"

"What do you want me to do before you'll tell me?" Quirrell's breathing quickened upon hearing this. He forcefully held back his anger and asked.

"I'm not telling you. It'll drive you nuts." After saying that, Light quickly ran away.

When Quirrell saw this and was about to chase after him, a hoarse voice whispered in his ear: "Don't chase. I've already got what I want."

At the same time, Light also received a message:

"Complete the mileage task 'Deceive the Dark Lord', earn 1 Mileage Point."

"I played an information trick. First, arouse Voldemort's suspicion and make him come to me. Then I'll let him extract false memories of Dumbledore facing off against the resurrected Voldemort."

"After all, people are lazy. When they know the result is in their favor, they'll generally go along. Moreover, Voldemort has already fallen victim to a prophecy once. He'll be much more cautious this time."

After making sure Quirrell wasn't following him and knowing that Voldemort had taken the bait, Light grinned.

"I got Mileage Points, and Voldemort got his kicks. Everyone's got a great future ahead."

Light hummed a tune as he made his way to The Library.

When Light got to The Library, he took out 'On the Optimal Arrangement of Wizard Duels' from the bookshelf in the White Magic section and started reading.

As Light flipped through the book, countless inspirations suddenly popped into his mind. And he started to figure out his combat style.

"I still need a decisive move to finish off an opponent with one strike." Light closed the book and took stock of all the Spells he knew.