Thick Of It

The Room of Requirement was bathed in a soft, magical glow as Jason stood in the center, books scattered around him in a chaotic mess. Despite the wealth of knowledge surrounding him, his frustration was palpable.

Jason: [leaning back and sighing] "Well, this is useless. Either Ravenclaw didn't leave much here, or someone's decided to tidy up and took the good stuff. Brilliant. This is going to give me a migraine."

He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the flickering Gacha window floating nearby. Normally, the sight of it would bring a spark of excitement, but today, Jason just stared at it with mild disdain.

Jason: [grimacing] "Every year, it's the same. I get these insane powers handed to me on a silver platter, but before I've even mastered the last one, there's more. It's like a never-ending buffet where the waiter keeps shoving food in your mouth before you can even swallow. Sometimes, I wish the Gacha would just… stop."

With a reluctant sigh, he reached out to spin the Gacha. The magical roulette whirled, glowing with an almost mocking cheerfulness.

Gacha Roll 1: Shadow Clone Jutsu Spell

Jason raised an eyebrow as the knowledge seeped into his mind.

Jason: [nodding] "Useful. Very efficient. Let's give it a go."

He cast the spell, and a perfect duplicate of himself appeared beside him.

Jason: [pointing to a book] "You, read that. Let's see how this works."

The clone nodded and flipped open the book, scanning its pages. After a moment, Jason dispelled it, and the accumulated knowledge surged into his mind all at once.

Jason: [staggering] "Oh no—"

He clutched his head as dizziness overwhelmed him, stumbling toward a nearby bucket just in time to retch. When the nausea subsided, he wiped his mouth and sat heavily on the floor.

Jason: [panting] "Okay, maybe not so efficient. Mental note: Don't overdo it."

He took a few deep breaths before turning his attention back to the Gacha, muttering under his breath.

Gacha Roll 2: Mikasa's Scarf

Jason: [holding it up and inspecting it] "Alright, sentimental value… let's give it to seagull as a new winter wardrobe."

Gacha Roll 3: Usopp's 5-Ton Hammer

Jason blinked at the oversized comically fake hammer in his hands.

Jason: " A gag prop. Thanks, God Usopp."

He set it aside with a huff, clearly unimpressed.

Gacha Roll 4: Sakura's Healing Knowledge

Jason Not summoning the knowledge , still reeling .

Jason: [muttering] "Chakra's out, but at least I can now bandage myself properly. Not completely useless."

Gacha Roll 5: Book Written by Guts on Sword Fighting

Jason held up the tome, flipping through its dense pages.

Jason: "I'm a wizard, not a knight, but knowledge is power, right? Still… why?"

Gacha Roll 6: Beast Breathing Book

Jason's eyes lit up as he opened the book.

Jason: "Now this… this has potential. Let's hope I don't butcher it, literally or figuratively."

Gacha Roll 7: Aladdin's Carpet

A magical flying carpet appeared before him, hovering gently in the air. Jason gave it a bemused look.

Jason: "Could've made one in a year, but sure. Welcome aboard."

Gacha Roll 8: 365 Cans of Popeye's Spinach

Jason pulled one can out, cracked it open, and took a sip.

Jason: [grimacing] "No super strength. Just iron. Thanks for the nutritional boost, I guess."

He pushed the pile of cans aside, muttering something about being conned. will store them in his briefcase 

Gacha Roll 9: Heatblast

The fiery alien flickered in the window , but Jason waved it off.

Jason: "Not Summoing that. I'm not ready for it , let alone an alien bonfire."

Gacha Roll 10: How to Make Spells for Beginners by Merlin

Jason's frustration finally eased as he picked up the book, his fingers brushing over its ancient cover.

Jason: [grinning] "Now this is what I'm talking about. Thanks, Merlin. I needed this."

He settled into a chair, the rest of the Gacha items forgotten as he began poring over the book. Around him, the Room of Requirement seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the magical energy settling as Jason lost himself in his new treasure.

Jason: [to himself, flipping a page] "Let's see… maybe now I'll finally get a handle on everything. Or at least stop vomiting into buckets."

The morning started like most Hogwarts mornings, with me desperately trying to not fall asleep over my breakfast. But today? Today, we had the "pleasure" of sitting through our first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson under Professor Dolores Umbridge. Oh, joy.

She stood at the front of the room, her pink cardigan screaming, "I am harmless," but her demeanor saying, "Cross me and you'll regret it."

Umbridge: [with her irritatingly cheerful tone] "Good morning, children. Today we begin preparations for your Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations—OWLs. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe."

She launched into a spiel about a "structured, Ministry-approved course." I wasn't holding my breath for anything useful.

Then Hermione's hand shot up .

Hermione: "Professor, there's nothing in this book about actually using defensive spells."

Umbridge gave her a tight-lipped smile, the kind that says, "I'm tolerating you for now, but you're on thin ice."

Umbridge: [sickly sweet] "Using spells? I can't imagine why you'd need to use spells in my classroom."

Everyone thoughts : "She's kidding, right? This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, not 'Theoretical Threat Management 101.'"

Dean spoke up next, clearly voicing what we were all thinking.

Dean: "We're not gonna use magic?"

Umbridge waved it off, repeating the same nonsense about a "risk-free environment."

Jason: [muttering to myself] "Risk-free? That's rich coming from someone teaching in a castle that literally tries to kill us every year."

Harry, unsurprisingly, couldn't hold back any longer.

Harry: "What use is that? If we're attacked, it won't be risk-free."

Umbridge: [clapping her hands] "Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class."

Simon thoughts: "Oh, she's one of those teachers. Next, she'll want us to curtsy before asking to go to the loo."

She continued with some Ministry drivel about "theory being sufficient" for our exams. That's when Harry dropped the Voldemort bomb.

Harry: "And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there? You know, Voldemort?"

The entire class sucked in their breath, as if he'd just said a swear word in front of McGonagall. Umbridge froze, her expression tight.

Umbridge: [slowly] "Now, let me make this quite plain. You have been told... that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie. You suggest two student fought A DARK LORD AND CAME oUT ALIVE ."

Harry: [snapping] "It's not a lie! I saw him. I fought him."

Oh, now things were heating up. I was trying to suppress a smirk, but I couldn't help it. Harry was practically going to explode her.

Umbridge: [snapping back] "Detention, Mr. Potter."

That was it. The tension in the room was palpable. You could cut it with a Severing Charm.

Ron thoughts: "Harry's about five seconds away from hexing her, and honestly, I'd support it."

Umbridge: [raising her voice] "Enough! See me later, Mr. Potter. My office."

As she huffed back to the front of the class, the room fell into an awkward silence. Even Hermione didn't look like she wanted to speak up again.

Josh thoughts: "First detention of the year goes to Harry. Predictable. But this isn't just about detention, is it? This is a battle, and she's just declared war."

After class, the tension spilled into the corridors.

Ron: [to Harry] "Blimey, mate, did you have to say it like that?"

Harry: [gritting his teeth] "What was I supposed to do, Ron? Let her spread lies?"

I stayed quiet, walking alongside them, my thoughts racing. This wasn't just a bad teacher. This was an enemy planted in Hogwarts by the Ministry.