'Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery'-Chapter 48: The Rise of the Wizard King – A Year of Triumph and Chaos

The tension in Dumbledore's office was thick enough to cut with a wand. Every significant authority figure in the magical world was present: Dumbledore, Snape, Madam Bones, the Greengrass family, and several high-ranking officials from the DMLE. Raja sat comfortably in a chair, legs crossed, sipping tea like he hadn't just eradicated a 300-year-old bloodborne curse from a noble family.

Snape, ever the skeptic, narrowed his eyes at Raja. "What kind of potion is this? Are you attempting to create an immortal elixir or something?"

Raja, without missing a beat, tilted his head and said, "No, wait... I was actually trying something like that."

The entire room exploded in chaos.

"WHAT?!" Several voices shrieked at once.

Raja smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "Kidding."

Mr. Greengrass stepped forward, visibly restraining his emotions. "What kind of ritual did you perform on my daughters?" Raja's sharp gaze darted to Daphne and Astoria, who visibly tensed and avoided his stare. They hadn't told him anything.

Raja raised an eyebrow at them. "You didn't tell him?"

The girls simply shook their heads, looking away like guilty children caught sneaking sweets.

With a snap of his fingers, Raja gestured to Dobby. The ever-efficient butler waved his hand, and a magical projection appeared in the air, displaying the entire ritual in high-definition clarity.

Mrs. Greengrass gasped as she watched the black fog of the curse thrashing against the holy barrier of unicorn blood. "What... what is that?"

Raja, with the same nonchalance as if discussing his lunch plans, casually stated, "Bloodborne curse."

The room fell silent for a full minute.

Then, Mr. Greengrass burst out, voice shaking, "Do you expect me to believe that a fourth-year Hogwarts student removed a 300-year-old curse that the greatest magical minds of history couldn't? Do you expect me to just believe that?!"

Before Raja could answer, Dobby stepped forward, eyes blazing with fury.

"Shut up, you ungrateful person!"

Dobby snapped. "Just because others couldn't do it doesn't mean no one can. My lord is the future Wizard King of the magical world! He does not require the approval of lesser minds to define what he can or cannot do! He is smarter, richer, and nobler than your so-called sacred families combined!" Dobby pointed an accusatory finger at Mr. Greengrass.

"Watch your tongue, or I will personally send you to meet your ancestors!"

Mr. Greengrass almost pissed himself from fear and bloodlust.

A tense silence filled the air.

Raja sighed, rubbing his temples. "Dobby, you need to control your anger and bloodlust a little. You represent the future Wizard King. Behave."

Dobby immediately straightened, bowed, and said, "Apologies, my lord."

Dumbledore, attempting to steer the conversation back, turned to Raja. "And what do you plan on doing next?"

Raja grinned. "I want Lupin. I'm going to solve the werewolf problem next."

The next day, Remus Lupin arrived at Hogwarts. The man had a cautious hope in his eyes as he sat before Raja in his underground Chamber of Secrets Laboratory.

"So... is it possible to cure me?" Lupin asked hesitantly.

Raja shrugged. "Yes and no. You can't 'cure' the werewolf in you. But I can do something better."

Lupin blinked. "Better?"

"You don't have a disease. You have a half-formed Animagus transformation that forces you into a primal, uncontrollable state. My plan? Turn you into a proper Animagus wolf."

The room fell into stunned silence.

"How?" someone finally asked.

Raja clapped his hands, and his runic platform glowed, radiating ancient magical energy. He handed Lupin a potion. "Drink this."

Lupin gulped the potion down and immediately fell unconscious on the Platform centre.

The experiment began.

Raja's runic circle activated, forming two distinct soul projections from Lupin's body:

Lupin's human soul and His trapped werewolf soul, with a cursed blood locks around its neck.

For the next four hours, Raja poured magic into the ritual, forcing the werewolf soul to evolve into a Dire Wolf Animagus form.

By the time the transformation completed, the cursed blood lock shattered, and the wolf and human souls fused together in perfect harmony.

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Lupin awoke an hour later, feeling... different.

Raja handed him a photo of a majestic wolf. "Memorize this. Now transform."

Lupin stared at the image, focusing hard. After a minute of struggle—

He transformed into a massive silver wolf.

He leaped around the lab, testing his newfound abilities before shifting back, tears in his eyes.

"Thank you," Lupin whispered. "For the first time in my life... I feel free."

As the school year concluded, Slytherin once again won the House Cup.

But this year, the celebrations were different.

The Great Hall doors burst open, and in marched Raja, clad in ornate battle armor, wand at his hip, dagger strapped to his thigh, and a smug grin on his face.

Atop his miniaturized dragon ( New rune that make the dragon change it size), Ragnarok, Raja rode into the hall like a conquering king, flames spewing into the air as students and teachers alike stared in disbelief.

Raja jumped off, landing with a dramatic flourish.

Ragnarök bowed its head like a knight saluting his ruler. ( Gift from the Mad scientist who created it)

He took center stage.

Silence fell.

Then, with a booming voice, Raja declared:

"This world is on the brink of darkness. The shadow of Voldemort has returned. Our lives, our families, and our futures are at stake. But I refuse to let this world crumble under fear and tyranny!"

"From this day forward, I establish the Order of Merlin!"

Gasps rippled through the hall.

"Those who wish to fight for the future, for freedom, for magic itself—join me. Starting next year, I will personally train those willing to stand against the forces of darkness.

We will not cower!

We will not kneel!

We will fight!"

Raja Roared "This is Hogwarts!"

The Great Hall erupted in an explosion of Raoars.

Dobby stood proudly at his master's side, nodding in approval.

Dumbledore, watching from his seat, smiled softly, his twinkling eyes filled with something rare—hope.

A new era had begun.

To Be Continued...

The world had its Dark Lord.

Now, it had its Chaos King.