Unlimited power

The Room of Requirement was quiet, save for the occasional clink of tools and soft muttering. Jason stood alone, hunched over a workbench. The table was cluttered with goblin-forged metal pieces, shimmering faintly under the room's enchanted light. Jason held a delicate silver chain, etched meticulously with intricate runes that glowed faintly with magic. The last rune had just been engraved, and Jason leaned back, exhaling deeply.

Jason: "Well, there we have it. The masterpiece. Move over, Da Vinci, there's a new genius in town."

He held up the chain, letting the faintly glowing etchings catch the light. Satisfied, he looped it around his neck and let it settle. It felt cool against his skin, a tangible taste of the power he'd imbued into it.

Jason stood upright and turned to face a practice dummy standing at the other side of the room. It had clearly seen better days—its patched-up limbs and singed torso told tales of its torment at Jason's hands over the years.

Jason: "Right. Just like firing a spell. Aim straight. Focus. Steady hands."

He extended his finger toward the dummy, his expression a mix of anticipation and pure glee.

Jason: "Electro."

A bolt of blue lightning crackled from his finger, striking the dummy dead center. The room lit up briefly, the smell of singed fabric wafting through the air. Jason's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Jason: "Wooooo! Look at that! Tight! Tight! Blue, yellow, pink—let's keep them coming, lads!"

He fired again, his grin widening with each strike.

Jason: "Electro!"

Another bolt.

Jason: "Electro!"

The dummy jerked with each hit, bits of straw puffing out from the seams. Jason's giddiness escalated into full theatrics.

Jason: "Ahahahaha! Unlimited power!"

He struck a pose, lightning crackling dramatically around him. At that moment, he looked like a wizard-version of a mad scientist, cackling with delight ..

But the room, always attuned to its occupant's state of mind, seemed to hum with mild exasperation. One of the enchanted windows flickered, almost as though it were rolling its nonexistent eyes.

The dummy, now a smouldering mess, leaned precariously to one side, clearly done with its life choices. Jason finally stopped firing, wiping his brow and laughing to himself.

Jason: "Alright, calm down, Jason. No need to go full supervillain just yet. But Merlin's beard, this thing is brilliant!"

He glanced at the chain around his neck, a mix of pride and curiosity in his eyes.

Jason: "Alright, what's next? Fire bolts? Ice blasts? Hmm… maybe a nice cup of tea charm. Gotta stay hydrated while conquering the world."

With that, he turned back to his workbench . The dummy, still smouldering, slumped over in defeat, silently pleading for retirement.

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The Quidditch pitch was abuzz with the roar of the crowd as Ravenclaw faced off against Slytherin, while Gryffindor prepared to clash with Hufflepuff later in the day. The atmosphere was electric, with banners flying high and house colors painting the stands. It was a day every student looked forward to—a true test of skill, strategy, and, in Slytherin's case, their repertoire of dirty tricks.

Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin was first, and from the very start, it was evident that Ravenclaw meant business. Their new chaser lineup, led by Jason on a brand-new Firebolt, was a game-changer. The sleek brooms zipped through the air with unmatched speed, leaving the Slytherin players scrambling to keep up. Jason's precision passes to his fellow chasers Tobi and Simon were a work of art.

In the stands, Professor Flitwick was practically bouncing on the edge of his seat, his diminutive frame a blur of excitement.

Flitwick: "Marvelous! Simply marvelous! Look at that coordination! Jason's pass to Simon—oh, brilliant move! I knew he was the right choice!"

McGonagall, a known Quidditch enthusiast, was seated nearby, her green tartan scarf snug around her neck. She kept glancing between the pitch and Flitwick, her eyebrows raised.

McGonagall: "Filius, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're auditioning to be their mascot."

Flitwick: "Why not, Minerva? This is poetry in motion!"

Slytherin, true to form, attempted every dirty trick in the book—blatant elbowing, flying too close to Ravenclaw players, and even a bludger "accidentally" aimed at Jason's broom but Jason doge them using his radar sense. But Ravenclaw's superior talent and speed rendered all their efforts futile. The crowd roared as Jason, spotting an opening, zipped past two Slytherin chasers and scored a spectacular goal.

In the stands, Freya, Talia, and Hermione were on their feet, cheering loudly.

Freya: "Go Ravenclaw! Show those snakes how it's done!"

Hermione: "Jason's flying… it's incredible. The precision, the speed—I didn't know he had it in him!"

Talia smirked, nudging Hermione.

Talia: "Don't let Ron hear you swooning over Ravenclaw's star chaser. He'll never let you live it down."

Hermione : " hey , i am just cheering ."

As the final whistle blew, declaring Ravenclaw's victory, Flitwick let out a triumphant cheer, much to McGonagall's amusement.

McGonagall: "Well, Filius, I'll give it to you. Your Ravenclaws played a spectacular match. Even I might be tempted to cheer for them—on occasion."

Later, Gryffindor faced Hufflepuff, and while Gryffindor had been the favorite, things took a shocking turn. Harry was on fire as usual, darting around the pitch in pursuit of the snitch. But just as he was about to grab it, a Dementors swooped onto the field, its chilling presence sending the Gryffindor Seeker into a free fall. Gasps echoed through the stands, and students scrambled in panic.

At the last moment, Dumbledore stood, his wand a blur, and cast Arresto Momentum. Harry slowed just in time, landing hard but safe on the ground. Gryffindor was rattled, and Hufflepuff capitalized on the chaos, securing the win.

Jason, sitting with his friends in the stands, watched as medics rushed to Harry.

Jason: "Well, looks like Harry's got a VIP membership to the hospital wing. Is it me, or does he go there more often than the common room?"

The group chuckled, though Hermione shot Jason a disapproving look.

Hermione: "That's not funny, Jason. He could have been seriously hurt!"

Jason grinned, leaning back in his seat.

Jason: "Don't worry, Hermione. It's Harry. He's like a cat—always lands on his feet. Or, in this case, Dumbledore makes sure he does."

As Harry was escorted off the field, the group's mood sobered a bit, but Jason's casual quips and lighthearted banter kept the spirits up.

Jason: "Let's face it, though—if the Gryffindor strategy is just 'Hope Harry catches the snitch,' they might want to rethink their game plan."

Tobi: "Agreed. But hey, at least Ravenclaw's crushing it this year!"

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The Forbidden Forest was shrouded in an eerie, almost oppressive darkness, the kind that seemed to cling to the very air. Jason stood in a small clearing, his wand lit faintly to avoid drawing too much attention, while beside him, Ghastly floated, its gaseous form swirling with an almost playful determination.

Jason: "Alright, Ghastly, focus up. You've been doing great with the practice runs, but this one's the real deal. A lone Dementor. Think you're ready, mate?"

Ghastly: "Gaaas-gasss!"

Jason smirked, watching his spectral companion float forward into the clearing. There was a chilling screech as the Dementor emerged from the shadows, its bony, skeletal hand reaching out, its tattered robes billowing as though alive.

Jason, muttering: "Merlin's pants, they always have to be so bloody dramatic."

Ghastly let out a low growl, its gaseous form solidifying slightly as it prepared to fight. Jason stood at the ready, his wand gripped tightly, ready to step in if things went sideways.

The Dementor moved first, its skeletal hands reaching toward Ghastly. A bone-chilling cold spread across the clearing, and Jason felt an icy stab of dread in his chest. Ghastly, however, held firm.

Jason: "Remember what I taught you, mate. Confuse it! Shadow Ball, now!"

Ghastly let out a loud screech, gathering dark energy into a pulsating orb that it hurled directly at the Dementor. The Shadow Ball hit its mark, and the Dementor recoiled slightly, its movements faltering.

Jason: "That's it! Keep the pressure on. Hypnosis next!"

Ghastly's eyes glowed with an unearthly light as it locked onto the Dementor. The spectral being paused, its movements slowing as it seemed to succumb to Ghastly's power. But the Dementor was no ordinary opponent—it lashed out with a terrifying surge of dark energy, its presence growing colder and more oppressive.

Jason gritted his teeth, his wand at the ready.

Jason: "Come on, Ghastly. You've got this! Payback now—full force!"

Ghastly roared (or at least made the closest approximation it could) and unleashed a flurry of attacks: Lick to paralyze, another Shadow Ball to disorient, and then a sudden burst of spectral energy that Jason hadn't even taught it yet.

The Dementor let out a final, bone-chilling screech before collapsing into the shadows, dissipating as though it had never been there. The oppressive cold began to lift, and Jason felt warmth returning to the clearing.

Jason, laughing breathlessly: "Well done, Ghastly! That was brilliant! You've got some serious bite now, eh?"

Ghastly floated back toward Jason, its form shimmering slightly. It seemed...different. Its usual playful energy was now tinged with something darker, more focused. Jason narrowed his eyes, observing his companion.

Jason: "Wait a tick...what's that?"

Ghastly's gaseous body had taken on faint wisps of black smoke, similar to the Dementor's dark energy. Its normally mischievous aura now had an unsettling edge.

Jason, raising an eyebrow: "Did you...absorb some of its power? Well, that's new. Brilliant, but new."

Ghastly let out a soft, almost approving "Gas-gas" as though it knew exactly what had happened and was proud of it.

Jason, grinning: "Alright, mate. Looks like we've leveled up. Let's get you back and figure out what we can do with this new trick. But maybe let's not try it on anyone just yet, yeah?"

Ghastly nodded—or rather bobbed—happily, floating alongside Jason as they made their way back through the forest. The boy couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Training a Ghastly in the Forbidden Forest wasn't exactly in the Hogwarts curriculum when he first come .

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