Dimonchick
_Mist18
thanks for power stone
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The Great Hall buzzed with the chatter of excited students as the upcoming Quidditch matches dominated conversations. The Gryffindor versus Slytherin game will set the stage for a weekend of intense rivalries, and after them today it was Ravenclaw's turn against Hufflepuff.
Jason made his way over to the Gryffindor table. Harry was tucking into his breakfast, looking relaxed yet focused.
Jason: "Harry, mate, ready to snag that snitch again? Maybe set a school record this time?"
Harry: [laughing] "I'm feeling good. I'll do my best."
Ron: "Harry, you've got to catch it quick. Slytherin's got those blasted Nimbus 2001s now. They're faster than anything we've got!"
Jason: [raising an eyebrow] "Ron, you make it sound like Harry's playing against a pack of Dementors with brooms."
Harry: "I'll try, Ron, but you know catching the snitch isn't just about speed. It's about timing."
Ron: "But—"
Jason: "Relax, Ron. Harry's got this. Let's not jinx him before the match even starts."
Ron: [grumbling but relenting] "Fine, but I'm just saying… no pressure, Harry."
Ron: [grinning] "By the way, guess who's a Ravenclaw reserve now?"
Ron and Harry: [in unison] "Congratulations, Jason!"
Jason: "Thanks. Next year, Harry, it's me versus you. Hope you're ready for some proper competition."
Harry: [with a grin] "Bring it on. I could use the challenge."
Jason: "Ron, you'd better not slack off in your training. I want you on the pitch too."
Ron: [enthusiastically] "Alright, mate! You'll regret challenging me."
Jason waved them off and sauntered over to the Ravenclaw table, where the Quidditch team was gathered. Their captain, Roger Davies, looked up from his plate with a welcoming nod.
Jason: "Morning, team. Just wanted to drop by and say best of luck for today."
Roger Davies: "Cheers, Jason. Appreciate it."
Jeremy Stretton: [smirking] "So, you're the new reserve, eh? Don't think I'll hand over my position that easily."
Jason: "Senior, it's way too early for me to think about that. I'm just here to learn from the best."
Randolph Burrow: [mocking Jeremy] "Oh, leave him be, Jeremy. You're just nervous he's already better than you , he just need experience."
Jeremy: [defensive] "Better? Please. I could play blindfolded and still outscore him."
Randolph: "Yeah, sure. Blindfolded, maybe. But with both eyes open, Jason might just take your spot!"
Their banter escalated into playful bickering, giving Jason the perfect cover. Casually, he reached for his goblet, subtly slipping a mild dose of harmless potion into Jeremy's drink when no one was looking. The mixture, courtesy of some light research, was enough to cause temporary stomache"
As the commotion picked up in the direction of the Gryffindor table, Jason leaned back, chatting up the Beaters and Keeper.
Jason: "Duncan, Jason, Grant—what's the strategy today?"
Grant Page: "Keep Hufflepuff from scoring, obviously. They've got a solid Chaser lineup, but they're predictable."
ED Samuels: [grinning] "And if they're not? That's what the Beaters are for."
Duncan Inglebee: [cracking his knuckles] "One Bludger aimed right, and their rhythm's gone."
Jason nodded, mentally filing away everything he learned from the team dynamics. He glanced over at Jeremy, who downed his drink without a second thought.
Jason's Inner Monologue: Sorry, Jeremy Nothing personal , i need that Quidditch. Let's see how well you handle a stomache.
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Jason sat in the stands, the cool autumn air brushing against his face as he watched the Gryffindor match unfold below. Harry was darting through the air, his scarlet robes trailing behind him as he pursued the elusive Snitch. Meanwhile, a rogue Bludger pursued him relentlessly, as though it were a bewitched predator. And then there was Malfoy, flying with an unsettling fast pace.
Jason leaned back, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
Jason's Inner Monologue:
Change. Funny thing, that. my previous self, wouldn't have dreamed of sitting here, calculating my next move like some chess grandmaster. Back then, I was just a boy with no ambition and no roadmap. But now? Now, I'm a product of the Bond program—trained, honed, and more than a little dangerous. Communication, manipulation, sleight of hand... tools to carve out my place in this world. And today, spiking the senior's drink was just one more step on the ladder.
Jason's eyes narrowed slightly as he followed the game.
Attention. It's a double-edged sword. Too little, and you're invisible, powerless. Too much, and every move is scrutinized, every mistake amplified. And influence is the key to bring change .
A roar from the crowd snapped him out of his thoughts. Harry had narrowly dodged the Bludger, performing a maneuver that had half the spectators on their feet. Jason allowed himself a small nod of approval.
He's getting better. Still raw, but better. Gryffindor's golden boy, drawing attention like a moth to a flame. Meanwhile, I've been quietly building my foundation, learning, observing, planning. I've got the knowledge—third-year curriculum mastered, spells polished to precision. It's time to step out of the shadows. But not too far. Not yet.
Jason's eyes glinted with a hunger that wasn't for food or victory—it was for control, for power. He'd made his peace with who he was becoming, and the path ahead was clear.
As Harry dodged another attack and made a dive for the Snitch, Jason's grin widened slightly. The game was thrilling.
Jason's Inner Monologue:
And just like in this game, I'm not leaving my fate to chance. The Gacha system might throw me bones, but it's what I do with them that matters. Luck isn't enough. Skill, preparation, and a well-played hand—that's how you win the long game.
The match climaxed as Harry caught the Snitch, the crowd erupting into cheers, though their jubilation turned to gasps as the rogue Bludger struck Harry's arm, sending him spiraling to the ground. Jason stood .
Jason: [muttering to himself] "Here comes the disaster parade."
Sure enough, moments later, Lockhart had not healed Harry but instead vanished the bones in his arm.
Faith: "Oh no, Harry! Someone should've stopped Lockhart before he did more damage."
Jason: [standing up] "C'mon, let's check on him. He's going to need some sane company after that botched job."
The group—Jason, Josh, Simon, Vik, Faith, Talia, and Padma—began heading toward the hospital wing.
Josh: "Harry's going to be alright, yeah?"
Freya: "Poor guy. He really shouldn't have pushed himself that hard."
Talia: "It's Quidditch. These things happen—it's practically a requirement to get battered."
Vik: [shrugging] "And that's exactly why I didn't want to play. I like my bones intact, thank you very much."
As they made their way across the grounds, a shout stopped them in their tracks.
Roger Davis: "Jason! Jason!"
Jason turned to see the Ravenclaw captain jogging toward them, his face flushed with urgency.
Jason: "Roger? What's going on?"
Roger: [panting slightly] "Jeremy's out. Sick as a Kneazle. You're up, Jason—you're playing today."
Jason: "What? Jeremy's sick? Shouldn't we take him to Madam Pomfrey? Maybe she can fix him in time."
Roger: "No time—Pomfrey's already seen him. Says he drank Gut Wrench."
Simon: "Gut Wrench? What's that?"
Roger: "A potion you learn in sixth or seventh year. Really advanced stuff. Pomfrey's pulling her hair out trying to figure out how to counter it as she dont have needed material on it. Bloody Slytherins… or maybe those Weasley twins, always meddling."
Jason's Inner Monologue: Ah, good old Room of Requirement coming through for me . Maybe I'll leave the twins a thank-you note.
Jason: "Alright, but I don't have any kit with me."
Roger: "We've got spares in the dressing room. Just grab your broom and meet me there, quick!"
Simon: "Jason, take mine it in my room ."
Jason: "Thanks, mate. Roger, I'll be there in a flash."
Roger: "Good. Don't keep us waiting."
Jason gave a quick nod before turning to the group.
Jason: "Sorry, guys. Harry'll have to wait—I've got a match to play."
Tobi: "I'm coming with you."
Josh: [watching them run off] "Well, what are we supposed to do now?"
Freya: "We cheer Jason on first, then we'll check on Harry."
Vik: [nodding] "Yeah, let's at least make sure his debut isn't a disaster."
Talia: "This is Jason we're talking about—disaster's half his charm. Let's go, guys."
The group made their way to the stands, their voices already mixing with the rising cheers of the crowd. Jason sprinted toward the dormitory, his mind racing just as fast.
Jason's Inner Monologue: This is it. with this whole hogwards will know me .
With Tobi and Simon at his side, Jason grinned as they reached the dormitory, grabbed his gear, and set off toward the dressing room.