The storm outside was
howling like a banshee on caffeine
, and students huddled inside the Great Hall as
rain lashed against the enchanted ceiling
.
Suddenly, the
doors BURST open
, and
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody
stormed in like a battle-worn general entering an enemy camp.
THUNDER CLAPPED.
LIGHTNING FLASHED.
Moody
raised his wand
, muttered something under his breath, and—
BOOM!
The storm
vanished instantly
, leaving the hall
eerily silent
.
Moody (gravelly voice):
"Don't mind me. Just making an entrance."
The students
gawked
as he limped towards the professor's table, took out a
mysterious flask
, and took a swig.
Ron (whispering):
"That's gotta be whiskey, right?"
Hermione:
"Or liquid terror."
Meanwhile, Raja
was already causing a scene.
Dumbledore had
just announced the Triwizard Tournament
, and Barty Crouch Sr.
introduced the new rule
:
"Only students aged 17 and above may enter."
The hall
erupted in boos
, but
none louder than Raja's.
Raja (dramatic gasp):
"OBJECTION!"
The entire school
turned to look at him.
Dumbledore (rubbing his temples):
"Mr. Raja, please do not turn this into a courtroom drama."
Too late.
With a
dramatic flourish
, Raja conjured a
wig and lawyer's robes
.
Raja (pacing):
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury—"
McGonagall:
"There is no jury, dear Merlin's socks!"
Raja (ignoring her):
"I present my case. This rule discriminates against
prodigies
,
young heroes
, and—most importantly—ME."
Snape (grumbling):
"You're not even a proper Hogwarts student."
Raja (dramatic gasp #2):
"Your Honor, are you suggesting that my sheer
brilliance
and
raw magical talent
should be confined by something as mundane as AGE?!"
Moody, who had been
watching this circus unfold
, took another sip from his flask.
Moody (gruffly):
"Boy's got a point, Dumbledore. If he wants to risk his neck, let him."
Dumbledore
sighed in defeat.
Dumbledore:
"Fine. Raja, you may enter you name but goblet of fire decide your qualified or not. Just... please... no more theatrics tonight."
Raja:
"You wound me, Headmaster. My whole life is a theatrical performance!"
He
snapped his fingers
, and the wig and robe
disappeared in a puff of glitter.
Fred & George (in awe):
"We must learn our Lord ways."
The next day, Defense Against the Dark Arts
was anything but normal.
Moody
hobbled into the classroom
, slammed the door shut, and
stabbed the blackboard with his wand.
The words
"PROFESSOR MOODY"
burned into the board
with eerie green fire.
Moody (growling):
"Today, we learn what real DARK magic looks like."
The students
shivered.
Seamus
chewed his gum nervously
Moody (suddenly spinning around):
"You! Spit that out!"
Seamus
yelped and swallowed it whole.
Moody
grinned.
Moody:
"That'll teach ya."
Then, he turned to the class and—without hesitation—
produced a spider the size of a teacup.
Moody:
"Who can name the first Unforgivable Curse?"
Ron (excited):
"Imperius!"
Moody
flicked his wand
, and suddenly the
spider started breakdancing
on the desk.
The class
burst into laughter
, except for Hermione, who was furiously taking notes.
Moody:
"Think it's funny? Imagine if I did this to YOU!"
Everyone
shut up immediately.
Next, he demonstrated the
Cruciatus Curse
, and Neville
visibly paled.
Hermione
jumped up
Hermione:
"Please, stop!"
Moody stopped,
eyeing Neville carefully
, before moving on.
Then came the grand finale—
"Avada Kedavra!"
The spider
flipped over and died instantly.
Silence.
Raja Stood up
"Professor for making my friends fear and uneasy, why don't we spice things up a little bit to set mood back."
Moody looked at raja and asked " what do you suggest."
Then—
Raja (Smirking evilly):
"Professor, I challenge you to a duel."
The class
collectively lost their minds.
Harry:
"You WHAT?!"
Ron:
"Why would you—HE HAS ONE EYE AND HE'D STILL DESTROY YOU!"
Moody
grinned.
Moody:
"You've got guts, kid."
Raja (smirking):
"And you've got one leg. Let's see who wins."
The desks
vanished
as Moody and Raja
stepped into the center.
Moody (growling):
"No killing curses."
Raja:
"No turning me into a ferret."
Moody (grinning):
"No promises."
BOOM!
Moody
launched the first attack
, sending a
blazing red jet of light
toward Raja.
Raja (twirling his wand):
"Protego!"
The spell
bounced off a golden shield
, slamming into a bookshelf.
Moody
fired again—
"Expelliarmus!"
Raja
side-stepped, flipped backward, and shot a hex mid-air.
Moody
dodged
, barely missing it—
"Confringo!"
A
BLAST of fire
shot toward Raja—
Raja
blinked out of existence.
Harry:
"DID HE JUST—?"
Moody (growling):
"Clever boy."
Then—
BOOM!
A
flash of blue light
—and Raja
reappeared behind Moody, hitting him with a levitation jinx.
Moody (floating mid-air):
"You little—"
Raja (laughing):
"Enjoying the view, old man?"
Moody (spinning himself upright mid-air, casting a silent spell):
BAM!
Raja
was blasted across the room, skidding to a stop.
Raja (grinning):
"Okay, okay, I see why people fear you."
Moody (landing, smirking):
"Damn right."
The students
erupted into cheers
, with Fred and George
placing bets on Raja's survival.
Dumbledore (appearing from nowhere):
"Enough! This is a classroom, not an arena!"
Moody (grinning):
"Your boy's got skills, Dumbledore."
Raja (bowing dramatically):
"And YOU, sir, have the reflexes of a caffeinated mongoose."
Moody
laughed heartily
and clapped Raja on the back.
And just like that—
a legend was born.