Daoist645566
Kalash_Dias
thank for power stone
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Jason's POV
The day had started with a lot of promise—Professor Snape had decided to lecture on the Wit-Sharpening Potion, which, if I were honest, wasn't the most difficult thing in the world. Still, watching my fellow Ravenclaws try to outdo each other and occasionally muck it up was entertaining in its own right. huffelpuff had it rough being teamed up with ravenclaw never having chance to shine through .
We were sitting at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall during lunch, and I couldn't resist ribbing Josh over his spectacular failure in class.
"You know, Josh," I began, stifling a grin, "if you'd stirred it clockwise instead of counterclockwise, we might not have ended up with what I can only describe as a Down Syndrome Potion."
Josh groaned, running a hand through his hair. "It was a small mistake!"
"Mate," Vik chimed in, shaking his head, "that's like paddling a bicycle backward and wondering why you aren't moving."
Tobi looked perplexed. "What's a bicycle?"
Vik blinked at him. "It's a Muggle transport vehicle."
Simon leaned forward, intrigued. "What's the use of it? Why not just use a broomstick?"
Jason smirked. "Not everyone has broomsticks, Simon. Muggles use bicycles to get around—paddle the pedals, and off you go."
Josh shook his head, clearly struggling to picture it. "Sounds daft." He turned to Vik. "Wait—how do you know about this?"
Vik shrugged casually. "My dad's taken me into the Muggle world a few times. It's fascinating, honestly."
Tobi clapped a hand on Vik's shoulder. "Mate, you've got to take us next summer. I want to see this 'bicycle' for myself."
Simon nodded enthusiastically. "I'm in."
Josh raised his hand in mock solemnity. "Count me in, too."
Jason grinned. "Alright then, next summer we'll all go cycling. But don't complain if you fall off. No cushioning charms on a bicycle, lads."
Our conversation was interrupted by the loud crash of feathers and beak. Errol, the Weasley family's aging owl, had dive-bombed into the Gryffindor table, skidding to a stop in front of Ron.
"Bloody bird's a menace," Ron muttered, pulling a red envelope from Errol's talons.
The hall fell quiet as every student turned to look.
Seamus leaned over, his grin wicked. "Look, everyone, Weasley's got himself a Howler."
Neville, always the voice of experience, piped up nervously, "Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my Gran once—it was horrible."
Ron gulped, his face pale as he opened the envelope.
A loud, booming voice erupted from the floating envelope, silencing the hall.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out, echoing off the enchanted ceiling. "HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!"
The Howler paused momentarily, turning to Ginny, who sat frozen beside Ron. "Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud."
With that, the Howler stuck its tongue out at Ron before tearing itself to shreds, the remnants falling like confetti onto the table.
The hall erupted into laughter, the Slytherins' jeers rising above the rest. Ron slumped in his seat, looking like he wanted to vanish into the floor.
Jason, "That's rough, mate. I'm never letting my gran find out about Howlers."
Simon, sitting beside me, nodded gravely. "Count yourself lucky, Jason. My parents threaten to recount my embarrassing childhood story through a Howler."
Tobi placed a sympathetic hand on Simon's shoulder. "Same, mate. It's a nightmare."
The Gryffindor table was still buzzing with laughter and chatter when Harry turned to Ron, grinning despite himself. "Your mum's got a set of lungs, hasn't she?"
"Don't," Ron groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Our group returned to our meal, though the conversation had shifted to Howlers and parental wrath.
Josh tilted his head thoughtfully. "You know, if you think about it, a Howler's kind of genius. Embarrass the recipient into obedience."
"Or just emotionally scar them," I added dryly, stirring my soup. "Either way, effective."
Simon leaned in conspiratorially. "You reckon Snape's ever received a Howler?"
Tobi snorted. "If he has, I'd bet good money he burned it before it opened."
Josh grinned. "Or turned it into a bat."
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The classroom was plastered with portraits of Lockhart in various dramatic poses, his toothy grin beaming down at us like some overzealous prophet. He swept into the room, his robes billowing, exuding confidence that bordered on parody.
"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher: me, Gilderoy Lockhart," he began, pausing as though expecting applause. "Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner... of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award." He flashed said smile, which, to be fair, probably had the power to blind someone at close range.
The girls in the room looked starstruck, susan bones included. The boys? Confused, unimpressed, and a bit horrified.
Lockhart handed out quizzes, smirking as he said, "Nothing to worry about, just a little test to see how well you've read my books."
Ethan, sitting with JJ and Harry Lewis, muttered, "Look at these questions! They're all about him!"
JJ snorted. "What's next? 'What does Lockhart have for breakfast?'"
I filled out absolutely nothing.
When Lockhart reached my desk and noticed my pristine sheet, his perfectly groomed brows knitted in confusion. "Mr. Jason Bourne," he said, holding my paper up as though it were a cursed object, "why is your quiz blank? Quite unusual for a Ravenclaw."
I leaned back in my chair, smirking slightly. "Didn't think it was worth the trouble to remember another bloke's favorite color, sir."
The room collectively gasped.
Faith leaned toward Talia, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, "Jason's always got to stir the cauldron."
Talia shrugged, clearly amused. "Makes lessons more entertaining."
Lockhart, not one to be outdone, swished his wand dramatically. "That will be two points from Ravenclaw, Mr. Bourne. In my next class, I expect you to know all the answers."
"Noted," I said, biting back a grin.
Cornish Pixie Chaos
Lockhart moved on to his "practical demonstration," unveiling a cage of small, electric-blue creatures with mischievous grins.
"Cornish Pixies," Tobi muttered under his breath, unimpressed.
Lockhart puffed up his chest. "Freshly caught Cornish Pixies," he corrected. "Laugh if you will, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters."
He threw open the cage with a flourish.
The pixies wasted no time proving him right. They erupted into the room like chaos in physical form, flinging ink bottles, pulling on hair, and screeching with glee.
Two of them hoisted Harry Lewis by his ears and hung him on the chandelier.
"Please, get me down!" he shouted, his legs flailing.
Susan Bones screamed as one tugged at her braids. "Get off me!"
Hannah Abbott tried to help but ended up smacking Susan in the face with a book instead.
Lockhart raised his wand dramatically. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"
Nothing happened.
The pixies, unimpressed, stole his wand and used it to bring down a dragon skeleton, which crashed to the floor in a cacophony of noise.
Lockhart backpedaled toward his office as a pixie flew off with one of his portraits. "I'll leave you students to nip the rest back into their cage!" he called before disappearing into his office.
Vik turned to me, wide-eyed. "What do we do now?"
I sighed, pulling out my wand. "What we should've done five minutes ago." I pointed at the swarm of pixies. "Immobulus!"
The spell shot from my wand, freezing the pixies mid-flight. They hovered in the air like bizarre decorations, their tiny faces frozen in expressions of mischief.
Harry, still dangling from the chandelier, called out, "Jason, a little help here?"
I aimed my wand. "Descendo."
Harry floated gently to the ground, brushing off his robes. "Thanks, mate. I thought I was going to be up there all day."
Tobi looked at the frozen pixies and then at me, impressed. "You didn't even blink. How are you so calm?"
I shrugged. "It's Lockhart , you better get used to this."
When Lockhart finally emerged, looking as though he'd spent the last five minutes fixing his hair rather than helping, the classroom was back in order, the pixies safely caged.
"Ah, well done, well done!" he said, clapping as though he'd orchestrated the entire thing.
JJ, walking past me, muttered, "Absolute git, isn't he?"
"Complete," I replied.
As we left the classroom, Talia caught up to me. "You know, Jason, you're going to make quite a name for yourself if you keep showing up professors."
I smirked. "Only the ones who deserve it."