The next day at breakfast, Hogwarts was buzzing with excitent. After yesterday's events—whatever those were (because let's be honest, with Raja around, chaos was always guaranteed)—the students were in high spirits.
As students laughed and enjoyed their morning feast, Dumbledore stood up from his golden throne, clinking his goblet for attention. The Great Hall slowly quieted, and all eyes turned to him.
"Students, I have a rather thrilling announcent," Dumbledore began, his twinkling eyes betraying his amusent.
"Professor Remus Lupin will be returning as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
The hall exploded in cheers, except for a few Slytherins who muttered sothing about werewolves under their breath.
Lupin, sitting at the teachers' table, gave a small, awkward wave, clearly not expecting such a reaction. He then proceeded to ignore Snape's death glare, which was probably powered by pure hatred and expired shampoo.
Dumbledore raised a hand to silence the noise before continuing.
"However, that is not all. In addition to regular DADA classes, I am pleased to introduce... our very own Mr. Rudra D. Raja Kumara!"
Cue dramatic entrance.
Raja stood up, grinning ear to ear, giving the crowd an exaggerated wave like a celebrity greeting fans at a red carpet event.
"Thank you, thank you, my dear peasants—I an, students."
Silence.
"Just kidding."
Still silence.
"Tough crowd."
Dumbledore, clearly regretting everything, cleared his throat.
"Mr. Raja will be conducting our new War Simulation and Practical Combat training, under the supervision of Professor Lupin and myself. This will allow students to gain firsthand experience in battle strategy, dueling, and tactical defense against the Dark Arts."
The students murmured amongst themselves, both intrigued and slightly terrified.
"The sessions will be held from 3:00 PM to 6:00 PM daily, and students from fourth to seventh year may participate," Dumbledore continued.
Then Raja clapped his hands dramatically and cut in.
"That's right, kids! I've cleared out a big field near Hogwarts and turned it into the ultimate training ground! We've got magical Wand ranges, dummies that attack back, and even a little surprise for the weak-hearted..."
At this, Raja snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a life-sized illusion of Voldemort appeared in the middle of the Great Hall.
"WELCO, HOGWARTS," Voldemort's voice bood, "TO YOUR DOOM!"
The Hall erupted into absolute pandemonium.
Screaming. Shouting. A first-year fainted. Soone threw a spoon at the illusion. McGonagall nearly hexed it out of instinct.
Dumbledore sighed so hard his beard almost fell off.
anwhile, Fred and George were fascinated.
"Bliy, that's brilliant!" Fred whispered.
"Can we keep it?" George asked, nudging Raja.
"Only if you survive 'Hell Mode,'" Raja whispered back with an evil smirk.
At exactly 3:00 PM, a large crowd gathered at Raja's training ground, so eager, so skeptical, and so just here to watch others suffer.
"Alright, listen up!" Raja shouted, standing in front of a large magical screen that displayed the training course. "This isn't your ordinary boring duel class where you point a stick and go 'Pew Pew'—oh no, my dear students, today we prepare for WAR!"
The students exchanged nervous glances.
Raja pointed to the field, where dummies enchanted with random movent and attack patterns stood. So had wands, so had swords, and so... had frying pans?
Harry squinted. Why does that one look like Aunt Petunia?
"First exercise! Reaction speed and attack training!" Raja announced.
Suddenly, the dummies ca to life, firing spells at random intervals. Students had to dodge, deflect, and counterattack while running.
The result?
Chaos.
Ron got smacked in the face by a dummy wielding a baguette.
Neville tripped and rolled through half the field like a human tumbleweed.
Draco's hair got singed. (The horror!)
anwhile, Fred and George were treating it like a video ga, taking turns "speedrunning" the course.
"Alright, next!" Raja clapped his hands. "Battle simulation!"
With a snap, the Voldemort illusion appeared again, this ti accompanied by Death Eater projections.
Cue more screaming.
"WHY IS HE HERE AGAIN?!" A Hufflepuff cried.
"BECAUSE YOU NEED TO LEARN TO FIGHT!" Raja yelled back.
The students hesitated at first, but after watching Fred and George gleefully take on the Death Eaters, more started to participate.
The adrenaline kicked in.
The rush of dodging curses and fighting back slowly beca... exciting.
Cheers erupted whenever soone completed a stage, and confidence grew as students pushed their limits.
After an hour, Raja gathered everyone.
"Now, I know what you're all thinking. 'Raja, this is fun, but what's in it for ?'"
Students nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, guess what? THERE'S PRIZE MONEY!"
Imdiate silence.
Even the Slytherins looked interested.
"Whoever completes
Hell Mode gets 10,000 gold galleons!
Difficult Mode? 5,000!
Moderate? 1,000!
Easy? A participation trophy and my eternal disappointnt! But the first-ti winners get a surprise gift basket!"
A wave of excitent washed over the crowd.
Harry's jaw dropped.
Ron looked ready to kill.
Hermione was already calculating the tax implications.
Draco muttered sothing about blood money.
anwhile, Fred and George started aggressively stretching.
"Alright, bring on Hell Mode!" Fred grinned.
"We're about to beco rich, Georgie!"
And so, the greatest war simulation in Hogwarts history began... with absolute insanity.
Hogwarts had seen its fair share of rebellions—Goblins, Dark Lords. But no one, not even Dumbledore, was prepared for The Great Hogwarts Hunger Strike led by the first to third years.
At breakfast, the older students were busy talking about Raja's insane war gas, how Fred and George nearly exploded trying to complete Hell Mode, and how Malfoy got hexed so hard he temporarily spoke fluent Parseltongue.
But then, the youngest students stood up.
"WE WANT WAR!" a first-year scread.
"WE WANT TRAINING!" a second-year added.
"WE REFUSE TO EAT UNTIL OUR DEMANDS ARE T!"
Silence.
McGonagall nearly dropped her teacup.
Snape blinked, probably considering poisoning them just to speed up the process.
Dumbledore twinkled, which usually ant he was planning sothing mildly illegal.
anwhile, Raja? He was laughing his absolute ass off.
Five minutes later, Raja was dragged to a professor's ergency eting.
McGonagall, arms crossed, glared at him. "Fix. It."
Raja, still laughing, wiped a tear. "Oh co on, Professor, this is adorable! The little warlords are demanding military training!"
Snape groaned. "You turned them into you. This is a nightmare."
Flitwick, on the other hand, was intrigued. "But think of the spellwork improvent!"
Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Let the children have their war, Raja."
Raja clapped his hands. "Fine! You want war gas? I'll give them war gas!"
The next day, Hogwarts saw the grand opening of The Junior War Training Facility, a scaled-down version of Raja's previous battlefield.
The first-years rushed in like a Black Friday sale.
The second-years pushed through like Quidditch hooligans.
The third-years smirked knowingly, ready to show dominance over the "babies."
At the heart of the facility, Raja unveiled his masterpiece—a Wand Range with Simulated Instructors.
The setup was simple:
Each student stood in a booth.
A magical projection of a teacher appeared to guide them.
The range had floating dummies for spell practice.
But Raja? He didn't stop there.
"Ladies and gentlen, I present to you... VR Broom Flying!"
Raja clapped his hands, and a group of enchanted goggles and two Rings floated into the air and a Magical enchanted platform and a stick.
"Put these on, kids. They'll make you feel like you're ACTUALLY flying!"
"But we're not on brooms?" a skeptical second-year asked.
"Oh, but you are."
Raja pointed to an enchanted snitch hovering above them.
"This snitch is linked to your broomstick movents. Whatever you do, the snitch does. Your VR goggles will make you feel like you're soaring through the sky!"
Madam Hooch's jaw dropped.
"This... this is GENIUS!" she gasped.
The students put on the goggles and rings, and he was standing In on magical platform that make him float and ensure he has the feeling the fly and he can do insane maneuvers like in the Qudditch but the platform protects him and chaos ensued.
A first-year scread because she thought she was falling.
A second-year tried to loop-de-loop and accidentally flipped a table.
One kid thought he was going to crash into a castle wall and flung himself backward.
Raja? He was on the ground, laughing so hard his ribs hurt.
Training Levels & Hooch's Approval
Once the students stopped screaming like banshees, they realized... this was AWESO.
Beginner Mode: A slow, stable ride with easy turns.
Interdiate Mode: Dodging floating obstacles.
Advanced Mode: High-speed racing.
Expert Mode: No rules. Pure insanity.
Fred and George? Obviously jumped straight into Expert Mode and nearly concussed themselves.
Madam Hooch, still amazed, turned to Raja. "This will revolutionize Quidditch training."
Raja grinned. "Exactly. Less injuries, more fun!"
Conclusion: Raja Wins Again
By lunchti, the younger students were so excited about their new training they forgot their hunger strike even happened.
Dumbledore, watching the madness unfold, leaned towards McGonagall.
"Raja is the best and worst thing to happen to Hogwarts."
McGonagall rubbed her temples. "I'm going to need a vacation."
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