Chapter 648 Former Prefect of Ravenclaw

The Weasleys were least harmed because they were right by the window.

And because they had their backs to the trophy before the explosion, their eyes were not blinded by the bright light. At this time, they could clearly see the tragic situation in the box.

The box was lit by green flames. The flames burned hard but were extremely firm, because no matter what magic spell was used, the flames could not be extinguished and could only burn on their own.

"Quickly put out the fire!" Mr. Weasley shouted loudly, "Damn it, that was a bright light spell just now! Who did it?! Bagman! Bagman! Raise the curtain quickly!"

However, Mr. Bagman was so dizzy by the explosion that he lay on the ground, showing no intention of moving even if he was burned by the flames.

This is not over yet.

At the center of the explosion were Fudge, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and the Irish team players. Especially since they were not prepared at all for the Gold Cup and were directly hit. Now they are all unconscious. The green flames on their bodies seemed to be alive, covering them all. Wrapped up, no one is allowed to get close.

There was a burning smell in the air.

"Hurry up and save people!" Mr. Weasley wanted to rush forward and put a shield on himself, but as soon as he took two steps forward, he had to retreat.

Even though he had put on a shield, the flames still clung to him relentlessly.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and played the Iron Armor Curse very smoothly and quickly thrown the layer of transparent magic armor into the flames, he might have been set on fire.

"This fire! It can't be extinguished?! Wait, a fire that can't be extinguished!" Percy's eyes widened, "I think I heard someone say that, yes, I must have heard someone say it!"

"Don't think about who told you..." Fred coughed dryly, "Think about how we are going to put out the fire!"

Percy shouted innocently, "I was just thinking about it! The problem is that I can't remember who told me, so naturally I can't remember how to put out the fire!"

The twins were shocked, "Percy, there are times when your memory is not enough!"

Percy had an angry look on his face, "Stop arguing! I almost remembered it!"

Ginny looked at the window, "How about we jump out first and find someone to help!"

"Ah, talking about jumping." Mrs. Weasley shouted in panic, "Robert! Hermione! Are you okay?!"

"We're fine!" Hermione's voice sounded, just below the box, "Wait a minute, we'll be up right now!"

Mrs. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you two suddenly jump out! It's too dangerous!"

Robert and Hermione used Transfiguration to climb back into the box, both of them looking a little disgraced.

"Sorry." Robert touched his nose awkwardly, "I felt something very dangerous was about to happen, so..."

Hermione's face turned red and she said nothing.

"Then you can't just jump off the building without saying a word!" Mrs. Weasley looked at him angrily, "This kind of thing is never allowed again!"

Robert apologized quickly and vowed never to mess around again.

In fact, he was planning to warn everyone at that time, but the dangerous feeling came too suddenly and there was no time to explain anything. Therefore, he could only use the most unreliable method to attract everyone to the window. side.

Do your best to keep them away from the blast area.

Thinking about it now, it seems a little too reckless.

What should I do if I suddenly want to improve my protective equipment?

"Percy! Have you ever thought of how to deal with these flames!" Fred shouted desperately, "I feel like I'm about to be cooked!"

Percy was sweating profusely, "I really can't remember!"

"What kind of fire?" Robert stretched out his head and saw green flames swaying in the box. He felt bad all over. "Hey, why does this fire look familiar?"

"Huh?" The Weasley family looked over, "Have you seen it?"

Robert observed it and felt that the immortality did look familiar, so he suggested, "We seemed to have used a repelling spell last time. How about you give it a try first?"

"Last time?" Percy was stunned for a moment, then realized, "I remember! That prefect of the Eagle Academy! It was this flame he summoned in Ravenclaw Tower before!"

Robert looked at him speechlessly, did you consider him a friend before? Have you forgotten your name now?

"So, he gave this trick to someone else?" Percy was angry, "How could he do this?"

"Who knows." Robert waved his wand and worked with others to deal with the flames, which were obviously much more powerful. "Maybe he wanted to share the results of his spell with someone, but he didn't expect someone to learn it."

Of course, it's more likely...

"No one can get my hellfire!" A hoarse voice shouted, and everyone was startled. Only then did they realize that there was a cloaked man standing intact in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Or it can't be said to be intact, because when the other party raised his head, he revealed a face that could stop a child from crying.

Half of it was dark, like charred bones, and the other half was intact, but there wasn't much blood.

Jason Walton!

Robert wanted to find a perfect place in Ravenclaw to watch the magic snowball competition, but he unexpectedly encountered an unreasonable Ravenclaw prefect, who directly summoned a strange green flame. He almost burned down the Ravenclaw library, and was given a hard lesson for contradicting the professor.

After that, Principal Dumbledore stepped in and guaranteed with his own reputation that the prefect only acted unreasonably because of the influence of a strange spiritual world, and the prefect was able to escape.

But he himself was admitted to St. Mungo's due to a mental breakdown. It was said that he had been receiving treatment. How could he be here now?

and.

That face...

Robert heard Hermione gasp. Obviously, she was not very accepting of the way the former Ravenclaw prefect appeared.

Percy opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, "Jason?! You are Jason! Right?! But, how did you become like this?!"

Jason smiled lowly. He didn't know if he didn't hear Percy's question, but he said to himself, "I am a prefect of Hogwarts. When I graduate, I can apply to become a professor. I will become the dean... No, no, no, it is too boring to be the dean. I should directly become the director of the school..."

"That's right, Director!" Jason shouted, with a fanatical light in his remaining eye, "As long as I become the school director, everyone must listen to me! I can fire whoever I want!"

"Even professors are no exception!"

As he spoke, he raised his wand and roared with a crazy expression, "As long as you are all dead! I will be the only school director of Hogwarts!"

"Come on! My flame! Burn a little brighter!"