Chapter 14:Jake's Incendio spell

Hermione shook her head. "They don't teach the super advanced spells until after the NEWTs. They want to prevent students from harming themselves.

Those spells are also not in the regular section of the library," she explained, disappointed in herself for not knowing.

"Well, that's disappointing. It seems you guys already know two of the spells I learned yesterday. The other one was Bombarda as well," Jake said.

"Hey, how about you guys cast Protego, and I'll fire a Bombarda at your shields. Let's see how well they hold up." The three students wore horrified expressions at the suggestion.

If his shield spell was as powerful as it seemed, his Bombarda might actually penetrate their shields and cause harm. They frantically shook their heads, refusing to let him cast magic at them. After all, they didn't want to risk their lives.

Jake just let out a sigh of disappointment. "Alright then, everybody, why don't you take a couple steps back as I demonstrate the third spell I found yesterday."

Jake turned towards the lake and pointed his hand at it, then he cast the spell as he channeled his magic through his arm. "Incendio!" he called out.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had horrified looks on their faces as they witnessed Jake cast his spell. Incendio was normally just a small spell that could conjure a small stream of fire, not even enough to be lethal towards a person, just enough to burn them slightly.

Jake's Incendio spell, however, was an absolute torrent of fire. Harry and Hermione looked like a bomb had just gone off over the school's lake.

None of the three of them had ever even seen Fiendfyre in person, but they could imagine this is what it looked like as Jake's flamethrower fired out, 10 feet wide and just as high of pure devastation and heat that absolutely evaporated all the water it touched!

And then... boom! The spell actually caused a massive steam explosion that sent ripples across the entire lake with an incredibly loud blast, knocking them all backward a couple of feet!

Jake's breath came in heavy pants as he tried to catch his breath after casting the spell. A wide smile spread across his face, filled with a mixture of exhilaration and satisfaction. "That was absolutely incredible!"

He thought to himself in sheer glee. This was exactly the kind of magic he had envisioned when he first started learning – powerful fire spells, explosions, and the whole works that reminded him of his favorite video games. It was a moment of pure magic and excitement.

Returning his gaze to the three younger students, he noticed their expressions of complete shock and awe. The realization hit him that he might have gone a little overboard with his demonstration.

"Well, what do you all think about that? Do you guys know this spell too? Because judging from your faces, clearly you don't. Wasn't it awesome!?" Jake asked the somewhat terrified three younger students.

The three of them just nodded along as Jake spoke, not wanting to argue with him apparently. Hermione's thoughts were running wild. That clearly was not a normal Incendio! That was definitely the legendary dark spell, Fiendfyre!'

She continued to ramble on in her head for a bit longer.

"Well, Harry, I'm going to head up to the Great Hall and grab some food. I kinda wore myself out with that last one. I want you to stay out here for at least half an hour and practice the Incendio spell over the lake.

Try to cast it at least half as strong as I did," Jake instructed, leaving Harry blankly nodding in response. "See you later, guys!" Jake called as he made his way back to the castle.

As they watched Jake leave, Harry turned to the others. "So, should I actually practice?" He asked, unsure.

"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt," Ron replied with a smirk. "Though I highly doubt you'll get anywhere close to Jake's level. That fire spell was incredible.

Good thing Seamus wasn't here; he might have had a heart attack from that explosion."

Harry laughed at Ron's comment and approached the lake, preparing to cast his own Incendio spell. However, before he could do so, a dozen aquatic heads emerged from the water, belonging to the lake's mermaids. They glared at Harry, carrying spears and looking furious.

"Oh wow," Hermione gasped in awe. "It's the lake mermaids! I've never seen them before, let alone a dozen of them. They're so beautiful, but... oh no, they look mad!"

Suddenly, the mermaids let out an unholy shriek, the loudest sound the students had ever heard. They all clutched their ears in agony.

Hermione shouted, "I don't think they liked Jake casting that massive explosion on their lake! We have to get out of here!" Hermione exclaimed, fear evident in her voice.

The three of them wasted no time and quickly turned to flee from the enraged mermaids. The mermaids' shrieks continued to echo behind them, filled with anger and annoyance at having their peaceful sanctuary disrupted by the students' reckless actions.

As they ran, Harry, Ron, and Hermione could already imagine the formal complaint the mermaids would lodge with the Headmaster against them. They didn't do it! It was Jake! They were internally sobbing at being framed….

Jake was heading towards the Great Hall for some morning food when he ran into his new head of house, Professor McGonagall. "Morning, Professor. How's it going?" he asked casually.

McGonagall let out a depressed sigh. "You didn't happen to come from the lake, did you, Jake?"

Jake's instincts as a teenager immediately kicked in, sensing trouble brewing. He quickly lied, adapting a completely straight face. "No, sorry, Professor. I just came down from the common room to get some food."

McGonagall stared at him for a few seconds, as if examining him, before simply shrugging. "Well, apparently, some troublemaking students set off a massive explosion on the Great Lake, and now the mermaids living there are very upset."

Jake turned his head to the side to hide his guilt. "Oh, really?" he said somewhat quieter. "Well, I hope you find those darn hooligans."