Hogwarts had seen many grand spectacles—dragons, Dentors, flying cars—but nothing quite like this.
The entire school, professors, and a delegation from the Ministry of Magic had gathered on the Quidditch pitch for an unprecedented awards ceremony. Banners fluttered in the wind, enchanted fireworks spelled out "ALL HAIL THE SUPRE WIZARD KING", and confetti rained from enchanted clouds.
Even the sky seed to acknowledge the importance of the mont, glowing with a golden radiance as Dumbledore stood at the center of the field, arms raised dramatically.
"It is ti," Dumbledore announced, his voice resonating powerfully across the stadium. "Rudra D. Raja Kumara, fifth-year student of Slytherin House, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, please co forth to the dais to receive your awards!"
For a brief mont, there was silence. Then—
A deafening roar split the sky.
From the horizon, a massive black and gold dragon erged, its scales shimring like molten tal. Ragnarok, the fearso beast, soared through the air, wings creating gusts strong enough to make Snape's robes billow dramatically (not that he enjoyed it).
Atop the dragon, dressed in his signature black and gold attire, was none other than Raja. His cape fluttered behind him like he was the main character in every epic fantasy novel ever written.
And beside him, looking unimpressed yet dignified, was Dobby—Raja's ever-loyal butler, sitting like he was simply commuting to work.
Ragnarok let out another ear-shattering roar as it descended straight onto the Quidditch pitch, causing several Ministry officials to dive for cover. The dragon landed with a powerful THUD, shaking the ground as Raja leapt off, landing smoothly while Dobby casually blinked onto the ground next to him.
The crowd was too stunned to speak.
Snape, arms crossed, muttered, "rlin help us all." But despite his exhaustion, a small smirk played at his lips. The brat deserves it, he admitted to himself.
Once the shock wore off (and the Ministry officials recovered from their minor heart attacks), Dumbledore resud the ceremony.
Award #1: The Barnabus Finkley Prize for Exceptional Spell-Casting
"Previously won by myself," Dumbledore said with a knowing smile, "this award goes to Raja for redefining spellcraft in ways previously thought impossible."
Raja accepted the award, flashing his signature "Most Charming Evil Smile" (which, incidentally, would also be an award today).
"I would like to thank myself for being the reason I'm here," Raja announced proudly.
Snape facepald.
Award #2: Gold dal for Groundbreaking Contribution to the International Alchemical Conference in Cairo
"This award recognizes Raja's advancents in alchemy," Madam Bones explained as she handed over the dal.
Raja examined the dal, then casually remarked, "This would look great as a belt buckle."
Dumbledore coughed loudly to hide his laughter.
Award #3: dal for Magical rit
"This award recognizes outstanding academic achievent," McGonagall said, handing Raja the dal with a look that dared him to say sothing absurd.
Raja took it with a dramatic sigh. "Ah, yes, I have conquered the Hogwarts curriculum like a toddler conquers building blocks."
McGonagall's eye twitched.
Award #4: Most Charming Evil Smile Award
Presented by Witch Weekly, this award was, ironically, Raja's favorite.
Raja struck a devastatingly handso pose. "Not all villains wear masks. So just have really, really good jawlines."
The girls in the audience collectively swooned.
Snape muttered under his breath, "Why am I presenting this Award?"
Award #5: The Order of rlin (First Class)
The grandest honor of them all.
Madam Bones handed Raja the dal with a deep sigh. "For your contributions to the fall of Voldemort and advancents in magical warfare."
Raja smirked. "And they said world domination before 18 was impossible."
The Ministry officials shifted uncomfortably.
As Raja stood with his impressive collection of awards, a Ministry representative nervously asked, "Mr. Raja, in recognition of your achievents, we would like to offer you any wish within our power to grant."
Raja's eyes glead.
"Good." Raja smirked. "First, I require a no-objection letter for my new company, which will revolutionize magical technology."
The Ministry caved instantly. "Approved."
"Second," he said, "I require full approval for House Rudra! It shall be a new Sacred House, a legacy that will stand the test of ti."
Gasps. Murmurs. Several Ministry officials fainted on the spot.
The representative stamred, "W-We will... consider the na in the Sacred House polling process."
Then, the catch.
"However," the official added hesitantly, "you must be an adult... and married before the house na can be officially recognized."
Silence.
Then—chaos.
Fred and George burst into laughter. Hermione cackled. Ginny smirked.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "I assu you did plan for an heir, Mr. Supre Wizard King?"
Raja twitched. "You're telling ... my brilliance isn't enough? I need a wife to get a house?"
The Ministry nodded.
Ron muttered, "Man's got to start looking for a Supre Wizard Queen now."
"Maybe Witch Weekly can help," Luna suggested dreamily.
Raja sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. "Great. Guess I'm taking applications now."
Snape snorted.
Finally, Raja stepped up to the enchanted podium, taking a deep breath. The crowd waited in anticipation.
"Ladies, gentlen, and Ministry officials who still look like they want to cry," he began, smirking, "I stand before you today as the **most awarded, most brilliant, and most undeniably destined-for-greatness wizard of this era."
The crowd erupted in cheers.
"I have proven that age is but a number when faced with true genius. That magical traditions, while valuable, must evolve. No more outdated spells, no more ignorance—only innovation, power, and progress!"
His voice carried across the field, full of conviction.
"From this day forward, I dedicate myself not to re wizardry, but to reshaping the magical world! My company shall introduce new magical technologies that will make Hogwarts' current curriculum look like a preschool activity book.
And as for House Rudra? It shall rise—not as just another house, but as the greatest legacy in wizarding history.
And to those who doubt , I say this—watch closely. You are witnessing the beginning of an era."
The crowd went wild. Students roared, fireworks exploded, and even McGonagall almost smiled.
Raja let the noise settle before delivering his final, most iconic line.
"My na is Rudra D. Raja Kumara. I will be King of Wizards."
And with a final dramatic turn, he mounted Roaring Ragnarok and soared into the sky, leaving Hogwarts with the most legendary mic-drop in wizarding history.
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