It had been five months since Raja introduced war simulations, VR broom training, and his general brand of organized chaos to Hogwarts.
In that ti, things had escalated faster than Dumbledore avoiding personal questions:
First-years no longer feared ghosts; instead, they challenged them to duels. Seventh-years spent more ti in VR combat than in actual classes. Fred and George beca Hogwarts' first-ever War Simulation Hell Mode survivors, making them officially more competent than half the wizarding adults.
And through it all, Raja had beco a legend—part myth, part nace, all nace.
But today? Today, he had a new plan.
One fine afternoon, while Raja was updating the war simulation dialogue options (adding more sarcastic comntary and questionable voice lines like "Avada Kedavra is just a spicy Expelliarmus—change my mind"), he realized sothing:
"Hogwarts needs a tournant. But not a boring one like the Triwizard Tournant. No dragons, no underwater kidnappings—just pure, unfiltered competition."
And so, The Hogwarts Mini-Wizarding Tournant was born.
The announcent was made during dinner, and the Great Hall erupted into imdiate chaos:
First-years started screaming.
Seventh-years started strategizing.
Ravenclaws already had spreadsheets.
Slytherins were plotting how to rig the competition.
Hufflepuffs were just happy to participate.
Then, soone asked the million-galleon question:
"Raja, are you competing?"
Raja grinned. "Of course."
"NO."
All four house leaders banned him imdiately.
Raja, ever the dramatic, collapsed onto the floor in fake tears.
"I AM BUT A SIMPLE STUDENT, OPPRESSED BY THE SYSTEM!"
Fred patted his shoulder. "Mate, you made Hell Mode. You don't get to be oppressed."
The first event was designed to test speed, agility, and survival instincts.
Obstacles included:
A moving staircase labyrinth (designed to make people cry). A section of floor randomly covered in soap. Angry enchanted quaffles that chased competitors like heat-seeking missiles. A randomly appearing fake Snape, who only appeared when soone was about to succeed and said things like "Detention."
The team with the slowest ti was eliminated.
Best Monts:
Neville tried to use strategy. The strategy failed. Draco scread for his father three tis. Luna spent five minutes talking to the enchanted quaffles instead of dodging them. A Slytherin nearly made it to the end but tripped on soap. Raja laughed for ten minutes straight.
The second challenge was a quiz covering every subject at Hogwarts.
Sample Questions:
"What potion can make you look like soone else?" (Hermione answered before the question finished.)
"What happens if you cross a Bludger with a Cornish Pixie?" (Fred and George answered: 'A lawsuit.')
"What is the purpose of a bezoar?" (Ron: "To keep Snape from killing us.")
"How did Voldemort co back to life?" (Harry: "Trauma.")
The lowest-scoring team was eliminated.
Best Monts:
Hufflepuff tried teamwork but forgot the answers. A Ravenclaw answered a question so confidently, and yet so wrongly, that McGonagall facepald. Draco tried to cheat. Raja already programd the quill to scream "CHEATER" if anyone tried.
With two teams left standing, the final event was a wizard duel. One mber from each team fought one-on-one, best of three wins.
Fred and George, naturally, were Gryffindor's chosen duelists.
The finals? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
Fred vs. Draco: Draco lost instantly. George vs. Blaise: Blaise lost, but at least lasted longer than Draco.
Gryffindor WON.
The entire Great Hall exploded into cheers, and Fred and George were carried around like war heroes.
And Raja? He was standing in the corner, wiping away a fake tear.
"My boys have grown."
With the tournant over, Hogwarts was changed forever:
First-years started practicing duel techniques in the corridors.
Fourth-years bragged about their scores like they were professional athletes.
Slytherins, humiliated by their loss, started secret training for next year.
McGonagall ordered two more bottles of whiskey.
And Raja?
He stood at the front of the Great Hall and made one final announcent.
"Next year, I'm competing."
Silence.
And then, Big No ca from the masses.
That night, while Raja was sipping his nightly cup of tea and preparing for his usual midnight stroll of paranoia, his magical communication mirror buzzed violently.
It was Mad-Eye Moody, and that only ant one thing—trouble.
"Kid, sothing's up. The old Death Eater families are moving. Not just eting in secret—sothing bigger. It slls like a heist, or worse, a full-on recruitnt drive."
Raja's eyes glead with mischief. "A heist, you say? You just gave the best idea, Moody."
"Wait—WHAT?! That's not what I ant! That's the opposite of what I ant—RAJA!"
Too late. Raja was already summoning Dobby and preparing for what could only be described as the most ridiculous heist Hogwarts had ever seen.
Before executing their chaotic masterpiece, Raja needed Dumbledore on high alert.
So, in the dead of night, Raja marched into the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore, already expecting trouble, looked up from his paperwork. "Raja, what is it this ti?"
Raja: "Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to let you know to keep all staff on high alert. We're expecting company in a few days."
Dumbledore: "Company? As in, dangerous company?"
Raja: "Well, unless they're showing up for tea and biscuits, yes. Also, if anything gets stolen in the next few days... don't look at ."
Dumbledore sighed, rubbing his temples. "Raja, if you even THINK about doing sothing illegal—"
Raja: "? Illegal? I would NEVER!"
Dumbledore stared at him.
Raja stared back.
Dumbledore: "Fine. Do what you must. Just... don't get caught."
Raja: "Oh, I won't. But they will."
While Raja was plotting grand larceny, Hogwarts was unknowingly witnessing another legend in the making.
In the depths of the war simulation Ground, a mysterious masked student was wrecking Hell Mode like it was casual gaplay.
This wasn't just any kid:
No na registration.
Always appeared late at night.
Used the silent mode settings on the War ground, forming a transparent do shield like a mirror world. (Raja created it to practice at night.)
Used the Room of Requirent to train non-stop.
And the kicker?
He had completed Hell Mode FIVE TIS.
Fred and George, who were the only previous Hell Mode survivors, were baffled.
Fred: "Who IS this masked nace?"
George: "Is it Snape?"
Fred: "If it's Snape, I'm becoming a Death Eater."
The mysterious student finished another perfect simulation run, saluted the screen, and vanished into the night.
Raja, upon hearing this, smiled darkly.
"A new player has entered the ga, huh?"
Little did he know, this unknown champion of the shadows would soon play a vital role in the chaos to co.
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