"Raja’s Wild Ride: Wizards, Snobs, and Flying Toads"

Rudra Raja Kumara sat comfortably in his empty cabin aboard the Hogwarts Express, sipping a chilled cola from his inventory like a seasoned traveler about to embark on a particularly amusing vacation. The peace lasted all of five minutes before the door slid open, revealing two boys—one redheaded and frazzled, the other bespectacled and awkward.

"Mind if we join you?" the bespectacled one asked, looking like he expected to be thrown out.

"Of course," Raja said smoothly, gesturing like a benevolent king offering seats at his royal court.

The redhead collapsed onto the seat with the enthusiasm of someone who had just escaped a stampede. "Finally! Every other cabin's full. I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," the bespectacled one added hesitantly.

Ron did a double take, then nearly fell off his seat. "Wait—what? THE Harry Potter?! Blimey!" He launched into an enthusiastic retelling of Harry's tragic yet heroic backstory, complete with dramatic gestures.

Raja, sipping his cola, watched in amusement as Harry looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Wow, Ron. Ever considered theatre?"

"Huh? Oh, no, just good at storytelling!" Ron said proudly, completely missing the sarcasm.

Meanwhile, Harry was sneaking glances at Raja, trying to figure out why he looked familiar. "I swear I've seen you before…"

Before he could solve the mystery, Ron eyed Raja's fancy robes. "You from some noble wizarding family?"

Raja chuckled. "Not exactly. Grew up in an orphanage."

Harry immediately relaxed. "Oh! Me too! Well… sort of. But mine was more like 'orphanage with extra child abuse.'"

Ron, visibly relieved that Raja wasn't some snobby rich kid, was about to comment when the trolley witch appeared.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?"

Harry, still in the honeymoon phase of having money, bought enough sweets to fuel a small army. Raja smirked and flicked his wrist, summoning two ice-cold colas from thin air.

Ron's jaw dropped. "Wicked! What is this?"

"Muggle magic. Also known as 'soda,'" Raja said, offering them bottles.

They had just taken their first sips when the door burst open again, revealing a bushy-haired girl who looked like she was on a very important mission. "Excuse me, have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost his—" She froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening. "Oh my goodness! You're Rudra Raja Kumara!"

Raja raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

"Hermione Granger! I've read about you in The Daily London! And on the radio! And my parents—oh, they think you're brilliant! A ten-year-old prodigy, singer, dancer and writer"

Raja held up a hand. "Let's not give me too much credit. I just… know things."

"Wait, wait, wait—who is he?" Ron asked, bewildered.

"He's a genius! Graduated high school early, sings, writes books—he even has business ventures!" Hermione rattled off. 

Ron blinked. "I dunno… doesn't sound that impressive."

Hermione huffed. "Oh, please! Compared to eating chocolate frogs all day?"

Before Ron could defend his snack-based lifestyle, the door slid open again, revealing a pale, pointy-faced boy flanked by two walking wardrobes.

"So it's true then," the blond boy drawled. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Harry barely managed an awkward, "Uh, yeah?"

The blond smirked. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Ron snorted. "Fantastic. Another person who introduces himself like royalty."

Draco's sharp gaze turned to Raja, scanning him with practiced aristocratic judgment. "And you? Must be from an old wizarding family?"

"Nope. Orphan. Muggle-born."

Draco's face twisted as if he had just bitten into a lemon. "Oh."

With that, his interest plummeted like a broomstick in a nosedive. He turned back to Harry. "You'll find that some wizarding families are better than others. I can help you there."

Harry, remembering Ron's kindness, replied, "I think I can figure that out on my own, thanks."

Ron, ever the diplomat, snorted. "Better poor than a snob."

Draco's nostrils flared. "At least I'm not a—"

Before this could turn into a full-blown duel of eleven-year-old egos, Raja clapped his hands. "Alright, let's not turn this cabin into a wrestling ring. We're all new here, and the last thing you need is pointless grudges. Work smarter, not harder."

Draco, thrown off by the logical approach, huffed and left. Ron muttered, "Git."

As the train arrived, Hagrid greeted the first-years and led them to the lake. The towering castle loomed ahead, its windows glowing warmly in the night.

"Right then, boats over 'ere! Four to a boat!" Hagrid instructed.

Raja hopped in, but before they could set off, Neville wobbled precariously on the dock. In a spectacular display of bad luck, he tripped—

—and promptly began his descent toward the water.

With a flick of his wand, Raja used his "Telekinesis magic," and Neville froze mid-air like a confused marionette. He gently floated back onto the boat, blinking in shock.

The first-years stared. "Did you see that?" "Blimey!" "He can do non-verbal spells?!"

Hagrid scratched his beard. "Well, that's somethin'."

To top it off, Raja cast a modified Lumos Maximus, illuminating the lake. A giant fish promptly surfaced, blinked at the brightness, and flopped back down with a splash.

Neville, still in shock, whispered, "My Guardian Fairy."

"That's the adrenaline talking," Raja assured him.

Inside the castle, the first-years were led to the Great Hall, where floating candles and an enchanted ceiling left many students gaping in awe. Raja merely grinned, appreciating the old-school magical architecture.

Professor McGonagall eyed him sternly. "Using magic outside of class is not permitted. However…" She sighed. "That was quite an impressive display."

Raja bowed slightly. "I'll try to restrain myself, Professor."

McGonagall looked unconvinced but said nothing as the Sorting Ceremony began. One by one, students were called up to the Sorting Hat. The hall was filled with murmurs as names were announced. 

One by one, students were sorted. Finally, it was Raja's turn.

As the Sorting Hat landed on his head, it murmured, "Oh, interesting… A mind sharper than Snape's cheekbones. You have the wit of Ravenclaw, the courage of Gryffindor, the loyalty of Hufflepuff, and the ambition of Slytherin."

Raja smirked. 'Flattery will get you nowhere. Where do you think I belong?'

"You, my dear boy, could go anywhere. But I sense you want to cause… chaos."

'Oh, absolutely. So, Slytherin then?'

"You are a dangerous little gremlin, aren't you? Very well—SLYTHERIN!"

The Great Hall went dead silent. A muggle-born genius? In Slytherin? The Gryffindors looked betrayed. The Slytherins looked confused. The Ravenclaws looked impressed. The Hufflepuffs… were just happy to be there.

Raja gracefully took his seat, smirking as the murmurs spread. Across the hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged bewildered glances. Maya, his AI, whispered in his mind:

Master, that was dramatic. 10/10.

Hogwarts was going to be fun.