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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 223: Jas' Reputation
“rlin!” exclaid Tom. His eyes were so wide that they almost gave the impression of popping out of their sockets.
“Whoa!” Ted Tonks was just as shocked.
The only one who had seen this coming was Androda, who didn’t look too fazed, as she had grown accustod to Jas’s displays of magical prowess.
The four other Hit Wizards were now groaning in pain after their companion crashed violently into their table, while the large bald man was now clearly unconscious.
“Damn it! What was that?”
“That boy at the bar! He did sothing to John!”
“Bloody hell! I’m going to kill him!”
The remaining Hit Wizards were displaying their unhappiness about what had just happened.
However, as they were standing up and taking their wands out, Jas was already moving towards them.
“I wasn’t in a good mood to begin with, but your friend had to go and push it.”
This comnt just made the n angrier, as they felt their actions were justified.
“How dare you, boy…” One of them stood up and pointed his wand at him. “I’m going to make sure you suffer today.”
The spell he threw was a Blood-Boiling Hex, but not at full power, as his intention was to cause Jas a lot of pain but not to kill him.
Even in their mont of rage, these Hit Wizards knew well how far they could push things before getting into real trouble with the law, so killing was not allowed.
Jas extended his hand, and a small white fla appeared before it. Normally, he wouldn't resort to sothing like this in a bar brawl against so drunk hit wizards, but today he wasn't feeling particularly rciful.
First, he had to deal with the attack in Azkaban, and then he had to kill so teenagers who made too many bad choices in their short lives, and now...the ones who were supposed to protect this place were in here getting drunk and doing the opposite of their jobs.
It was too much...he will give them a lesson they won't forget any ti soon.
The hex made contact with this fla and imdiately disappeared, as if the magic fueling the spell had been eaten away by the fire.
Because just as normal fire consus oxygen to grow, these primordial alchemy flas do the sa with magical energies.
While the n watching were staring, surprised at what had just happened, Jas allowed a tiny wisp to separate from the white fla, and it was then shot towards the man.
“Protego!” The Hit Wizard, who had just attacked Jas, raised a shield with panic in his eyes.
“White flas…” one of his companions muttered.
They all had heard the story of the incredible magical duel that took place in Hogsade very recently.
And they had especially heard about the young alchemist who controlled the white flas that killed the witch.
They were all knowledgeable to so degree about alchemy flas; after all, these n had been working as Hit Wizards for over two decades and had seen much during that ti.
They were no experts, but at the very least, they understood the danger imdiately.
“Ahh!” The first rcenary let out a yelp when he saw that his shield couldn’t even slow down that white wisp of fire, and this one hit him right on his chest.
At first, he expected the fire to start burning him, but instead of feeling heat, he imdiately started to feel extrely tired.
His eyes were no longer able to remain open, and his legs gave up under the weight of his body, making him fall on the ground.
As this happened, the wisp of white fla had grown several tis its initial size, and once the man was unconscious on the ground, Jas recalled it to its original position.
The onlookers had no idea what Jas had done to that man, but sothing about it felt terrifying to them, as they knew that the flas had taken sothing away from him.
“What was that?” one of the three remaining Hit Wizards said while looking at his companions.
“This is Jas Potter…” another one muttered with shock.
Jas moved his hand again. The white flas hovered above his palm and seed to pulsate as if alive.
“You are Hit Wizards that the Ministry hired to protect this area,” Jas spoke in a grave tone. “Instead of doing that, you are here, in a tavern...getting drunk and harassing young girls.”
His palm was now pointing at them. The flas reacted to his will and divided themselves into three equal parts.
“The people here have gone through a lot already...they don’t need more troublemakers. If you are truly incapable of acting professionally. I will take away the one thing that holds the most importance for a wizard… your magic.”
They all glanced at the man on the floor and wondered if that was what Jas had done to him. Did those flas actually take away his magic?
Wizards and witches losing their magical abilities and becoming squibs was not sothing unheard of, but these were rare cases...typically an unfortunate side effect of an experint gone wrong or a foreign disease.
No one was supposed to be capable of removing a wizard’s magic at will, or at least, that was the general consensus.
The three flas shot out towards them.
“W-wait!” one of the wizards managed to shout. Jas’s words had horrified them to their cores.
“Shite!” Another one placed a more powerful barrier than the one used by his companion. Now that they had a good idea what they were going against, there was no reason to hold back.
But even when they tried their best to put up a fight, the difference in their levels of strength was too much.
The flas went through their defenses like they weren’t even there, and just like their companion, they all felt as if all their energy had disappeared before collapsing on the floor.
Jas then turned to Tom. “Contact the Aurors and tell them what happened.”
“What did you do to them?” Ted Tonks asked.
“They’re just sleeping.” Jas looked at Androda. “I’m sorry for cutting your visit a bit short, but we should leave now.”
Androda was looking at him with suspicion. “Did you actually take away their magic?”
Jas shrugged. “Of course not...not permanently at least. But they won’t know that for the next week.”
Ted let out a nervous chuckle. “That’s kinda evil…”
“He used to be a prankster,” Androda pointed out, still recalling the many rumors she had heard over the years. But she didn't feel like this was ant to be a prank. She thought that maybe Jas just wanted to scare those n in the hope that they would change their ways.
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