The morning after the infamous Gringotts heist, Hogwarts was in absolute chaos. Students were abuzz with wild theories, whispering in hushed tones and occasionally shouting excitedly about the most outrageous details. The most popular theory?
"Did you hear?! Voldemort's Death Eaters rode a DRAGON out of Gringotts! They scread 'ALL HAIL THE DARK LORD' while flying over Diagon Alley!"
"I heard they stole Bellatrix Lestrange's entire vault! Left her nothing but a teacup!"
"NO, NO! They took the entire Lestrange vault and then used the money to buy every chocolate frog in existence!"
anwhile, Raja sat at the Slytherin table, casually reading the newspaper while sipping his tea, completely unbothered. If anything, he looked highly entertained by the madness around him. His poker face was so on point that even the most skilled Legilins would struggle to find a shred of guilt in his expression.
Unbeknownst to him, however, his danger sense started tingling. Soone—or rather, several soones—were watching him with an intensity that suggested violence was imminent.
Raja lowered his newspaper slightly and locked eyes with the entire Hogwarts faculty, all of whom were glaring at him as if they were ready to strangle him with magic and their bare hands if necessary.
Raja, ever the friendly soul, smiled brightly and waved.
Minerva McGonagall, usually composed, snapped the glass in her hand.
Professor Flitwick, normally cheerful, stabbed his fork into the table with unexpected force.
Snape twitched like he had just been hit with ten simultaneous Crucio curses.
Lupin, who had been calmly sipping his tea, suddenly partially transford into a werewolf out of sheer frustration, before stopping himself midway.
And then there was Dumbledore. The old man looked at Raja like he was an experint gone horribly, horribly wrong and was considering whether or not to dissect his brain for further study.
Raja, completely unfazed, took another leisurely sip of tea.
That evening, Raja received a formal request to visit the Headmaster's office.
A normal student would have been nervous. Raja brought snacks.
As soon as he entered, every professor in Hogwarts was there, along with Madam Pomfrey, Trelawney, Moody, Madam Bones, and Sirius Black. The sheer intensity in the room made even the portraits scoot away in fear.
Raja sat down, and Dobby imdiately appeared, setting up a comfortable chair with a cup of tea for his master. Raja sipped it dramatically, looking around at the furious faces as if he were at a casual social gathering.
Dumbledore silently raised a newspaper, revealing a massive photograph of four people riding a TAL DRAGON out of Gringotts while shouting "ALL HAIL THE DARK LORD."
Dumbledore leaned forward.
"The person on the top of the dragon is you, right?"
Raja, ever the innocent, tilted his head in confusion.
"Professor, what are you talking about? I don't know what you an! This person—while undeniably cool and handso—is NOTHING compared to my superior good looks. Also, he's old! Look at —NO BEARD!"
Silence.
Madam Bones folded her arms.
"Even Moody, in his most intoxicated state, could recognize your chaos from a mile away. He personally inford after his 'chat' with you."
Moody, sitting silently, just twitched his lips but didn't say a word.
Raja gasped dramatically.
"Madam! How could you believe the one-eyed drunk?! He's clearly trying to shift the bla to avoid his responsibilities. Honestly, you should cut his salary for such poor investigative work!"
Moody lunged at Raja but was held back by Sirius and Lupin, both of whom were trying not to laugh.
Minerva slamd her hands on the desk.
"Cut the nonsense, Raja. It WAS you, wasn't it?! I already know those look-alikes were Fred and George. Who was the fourth person? SPILL IT, YOU CHAOS INCARNATE!"
Raja fake-cried.
"Madam Minerva, how could you accuse my knights and ?! We are a most ANCIENT and NOBLE house! You are INSULTING our HONOR!"
To seal the deal, Raja turned to Professor Sprout and Trelawney, looking at them with big, innocent puppy eyes.
For a brief mont, the two almost fell for it.
Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes.
"Oi! Wake up! He's manipulating you like a true chaos lord!"
Raja gasped, clutching his chest in mock pain.
"Madam, I am OFFENDED!"
Dumbledore, massaging his temples, sighed.
"Then, Raja, if you didn't do this, please analyze the situation. Why do you think they robbed the bank in such a dramatic manner?"
Raja's eyes glead.
Lupin, Moody, and Sirius all had the sa thought at once:
"This kid is the Devil."
Raja took another sip of tea and smiled.
"Oh, that's obvious. They're looking for Voldemort's Horcruxes."
The entire room gasped.
Madam Bones stood up abruptly.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
Raja shrugged.
"I an, Moody with his magical eye and Dumbledore with his 200 years of experience should've already figured it out. What do I know?"
Trelawney nodded.
"Yes, the wizard king would NEVER delve into such vile knowledge of the Dark Arts!"
Raja corrected her.
"It's SUPRE Wizard King now."
Trelawney imdiately bowed.
"I apologize, my Supre Wizard King."
The others twitched violently.
Dumbledore took a deep breath.
"So, if I understand correctly, five Horcruxes are with the heist crew?"
Madam Bones snapped.
"FIVE?! HOW MANY DID THAT MONSTER CREATE?!"
Raja, cheerfully:
"Six in total. The last one is probably the snake Harry keeps seeing in his dreams."
Dumbledore stared at Raja for a full five minutes.
The other professors began arguing, each one throwing out ideas and counterargunts.
Finally, Dumbledore sighed deeply.
"You may go, Mr. Raja."
Raja stood up to leave—but then, Snape, who had been silent the entire ti, raised the newspaper and pointed at the photo of the heist leader.
"You arranged this photo, didn't you?"
For the first ti, Raja's poker face cracked for a split second.
The room fell into absolute silence.
Raja, quickly recovering, said,
"No! That would be WAY too expensive! I could never afford sothing so grand!"
The professors exploded in rage.
"CHAOS LORD!"
"DEVIL!"
"LITTLE TERROR!"
"Supre Wizard King"
Raja stood there and took it like a champion.
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