The Bird, Fang, Stabbing Spectacle and The Rise of the Wizard King (And the Sudden Acquisition of a House-Elf Servant).

Harry limped toward Ginny, exhaustion hitting him like a rogue Bludger.

Riddle smirked, strolling around like a discount villain monologuing in a bad play.

"You have maybe a minute left, Harry. Any last words?"

Raja, cracking his knuckles, smirked. "Yeah. Hold this."

With a flick of his wand, Raja blasted Riddle with a spell so strong it pinned him against the Chamber's wall. The sheer force caused ancient stone pillars to topple onto Riddle.

Raja wiped imaginary dust from his robes. "Oops. My bad."

Ron, Other side of the room felt the Vibration and sounds,** whispered, "Are they Fighting a war."

Harry, in a moment of clarity, noticed Ginny still clutching the diary. His brain, running on 30% oxygen and 70% pure Gryffindor impulse, connected the dots.

Raja swiftly cast a cutting spell sliced off a Basilisk fang, using telekinesis to fling it toward Harry.

"Quickly! Stab the diary!"

Just as Riddle emerged from the rubble, his eyes widened in horror.

"NOOOOO—"

Harry, fueled by sheer adrenaline and spite, stabbed the diary.

Ink burst out like an exorcism gone wrong.

Riddle screamed as his body began disintegrating.

Raja, sipping an imaginary drink, observed. "Ten points for special effects."

Harry, in true overachiever fashion, stabbed the diary a few more times, making sure Riddle was well and truly deceased.

Ron blinked. "He's already dead, mate."

Harry, panting, stabbed it one last time. "Just in case."

Raja poured a potion into Ginny's mouth, while handing another to Harry for energy.

Ginny's eyes fluttered open.

"Oh no," she gasped. "I—I did all of it! The messages! The attacks! It was me!"

Harry, bleeding, pained, and emotionally drained, smiled weakly. "Ginny, it's okay. We all have bad years."

Ginny sat up and saw Harry's rapidly worsening wound.

"Harry! You're hurt!"

Enter Fawkes the Drama Phoenix.

The bird landed elegantly, letting out a majestic trill before crying onto Harry's wound, healing it instantly.

Raja, arms crossed, raised a brow. "Oh, so now you show up?"

Fawkes ignored him, still looking majestic.

Raja narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I see how it is. You only heal white people."

Ron and Ginny choked on air.

Harry, who had barely escaped death, looked up. "I—what?"

Fawkes, offended, squawked aggressively.

Raja glared back. "Oh, now you wanna talk, you overgrown chicken?"

Fawkes flapped his wings violently.

"WHAT? You wanna fight? LET'S GO, FEATHERBRAIN!"

The next five minutes consisted of Raja and Fawkes aggressively flapping at each other while the others watched in utter disbelief.

Harry wiped a tear from his eye. "This is the greatest moment of my life."

Fawkes, despite his feud with Raja, begrudgingly grabbed Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lockhart, flying them out of the Chamber.

Lockhart, still amnesiac, looked around. "This is just like magic!"

Raja, summoning his broom from inventory, flew beside Fawkes. "Try not to drop them, Pigeon Supreme."

Fawkes tried to peck him mid-air.

Ron shook his head. "Honestly, how are you still alive?"

Raja grinned. "Charm, luck, and pure chaos."

Back in Dumbledore's office, the old wizard eyed them knowingly.

"You broke numerous school rules," he began.

Raja leaned in. "And?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "And… you'll all receive Special Awards for Services to the School."

Ron blinked. "Wait. What?"

Hagrid, newly released from Azkaban, burst in. "HARRY! RAJA! I KNEW YEH'D SAVE THE DAY!"

Raja smirked. "It was easy. Well, except for my ongoing lawsuit against Fawkes."

Fawkes, from the corner, flipped his tail dramatically.

Dumbledore chuckled but turned serious. "Harry, your loyalty in the Chamber summoned Fawkes."

Meanwhile, Raja was still arguing with the old headmasters in their portraits.

"Listen here, Phineas, if that overgrown turkey gets any special treatment in the afterlife, I will riot."

Harry, still reeling from almost dying, suddenly thought about his connection to Riddle.

"Sir… am I like Tom Riddle?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Voldemort unknowingly transferred some of his powers to you. But it is your choices that define you, Harry."

Harry hesitated. "But… the sword of Gryffindor. Only a true Gryffindor could pull it from the hat."

Dumbledore smiled. "Indeed. That sword came to you in your time of need."

Harry turned red. "Uh… technically, Raja pulled it out and gave it to me."

Dumbledore blinked.

Slowly, he turned toward Raja, who was still arguing with Fawkes.

Sorting Hat, enjoying the show, finally spoke. "That kid has all the qualities of the four founders. If not for his muggle-born origins, I'd swear he was Merlin reincarnated."

Silence.

Then Raja, mid-argument, turned and looked at the people. "What?"

Dumbledore steepled his fingers. "Fascinating."

Raja agian continued "Hold up, were was I you overgrown chicken wait for some time i will have a dragon as pet"

Sorting Hat: "It's is high possibility."

Fawkes launched himself at Raja again.

Duo facepalmed. "Here we go again."

Harry stood in Dumbledore's office, only to freeze as Lucius Malfoy stormed in, dragging a very miserable-looking Dobby.

Dobby perked up upon seeing Harry but immediately shrank when Lucius elbowed him aside.

"Dumbledore," Lucius sneered. "Back in your office, I see."

Dumbledore smiled pleasantly. "Ah, yes, reinstated just moments after Ginny Weasley was taken. Fascinating timing, isn't it?"

Lucius scowled.

Harry, eyes narrowing, spoke up. "I wonder who could've possibly convinced the Board of Governors to remove you in the first place."

Lucius gave the fakest gasp imaginable. "What accusations, Potter! You wound me."

Dumbledore, still smiling like a grandparent watching kids fail at chess, held up the now-ruined diary.

"You see, Lucius, Voldemort left this behind. I imagine placing cursed objects in unsuspecting students' hands might have… unfortunate consequences."

Lucius's lip curled. "I have no idea what you're implying."

Harry stepped forward. "You better hope I'm always around to save the day, Malfoy."

Lucius glared. "Watch yourself, Potter."

As Lucius turned to leave, Harry had an idea.

He grabbed the ruined diary, stuffed a sock inside, and held it out. "I believe this belongs to you."

Lucius, utterly disgusted, tossed the diary at Dobby. "Take it, you filth—"

Dobby caught it. His eyes widened.

He gingerly pulled out the sock, realizing what it meant.

"Dobby… is… free?"

Lucius turned red. "YOU LITTLE—"

Before he could hex Harry, Dobby blasted him with a spell so powerful, it sent Lucius flying out the door.

Raja, having watched the whole exchange, suddenly clapped.

"Dobby," he grinned, "want to be my servant?"

Dobby's entire existence short-circuited.

"W-what?"

Harry, holding back a laugh, gave an approving nod.

Dobby's ears flapped in panic. He looked at Harry, back at Raja, back at Harry…

Then, after much internal screaming, he bowed deeply.

"Master Raja, Dobby is honored to serve!"

Raja, smirking, summoned his wand and cleaned Dobby up, dressed him in a custom-tailored outfit, and even handed him a floating magical instruction book titled How to Be a Proper Butler, Vol. 1."

Ron gaped. "Are you… training him?"

Raja shrugged. "I'm optimizing efficiency."

Dobby, clutching the book, looked absolutely thrilled.

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as petrified students returned.

Nearly Headless Nick floated by, joyfully exclaiming, "Ah, the liveliness of the young again!"

Filch, holding Mrs. Norris, looked oddly emotional.

Then Neville gasped. "Look! Hermione's awake!"

Harry and Ron turned just as Hermione rushed into the hall.

"Harry! Ron!" She flung her arms around Harry in a tight hug, then turned to Ron—

They awkwardly stared at each other.

Then…

A firm handshake.

Ron looked like he had forgotten how to breathe.

Hermione pulled back, blinking. "Where's Raja?"

Harry and Ron glanced at each other.

"Yeah, about that…"

Dumbledore cleared his throat, instantly silencing the Great Hall.

"I have one last matter to address," he began, "concerning a student who has demonstrated cunning, bravery, ingenuity, and loyalty beyond all expectations."

Murmurs filled the hall.

Dumbledore " He was muggle born who has selected Slytherin as his house and Known by many Nick names like Slytherine Shadow, menance and guardian etc."

Dumbledore smiled. "I am honored to present Rudra D. Raja Kumara with the 'Best Student Wizard' award."

The doors swung open, and—

With a dramatic explosion of smoke, Raja entered in full black and gold attire, doves emerges from behind him.

The Great Hall gasped.

Malfoy: "Oh, come on!"

Raja walked up the podium like royalty, cape billowing, before finally receiving a shimmering shield-shaped badge bearing all four Hogwarts house emblems.

Dumbledore beamed. "Raja, as a symbol of your excellence, I grant you this badge."

The hall exploded into applause.

Dumbledore nodded. "Would you like to say a few words?"

The Great Hall was silent. Every eye was on the young boy standing at the center, his presence commanding, his aura undeniable. With a confident gaze, Raja stepped forward, his voice steady yet filled with the fire of ambition.

"Ladies and gentlemen, professors, esteemed wizards, and fellow students…

Today marks the beginning of a new era. An era where magic is not bound by outdated traditions or shackled by complacency. An era where knowledge is limitless, power is earned, and the world of wizards rises beyond its past constraints.

I stand before you not as a mere student, not as another name in history, but as the spark that will ignite a revolution! I will give my all, surpass every limit, and carve a path no one has dared to walk before. I will challenge the old ways, break the chains of stagnation, and lead us toward a future where magic is stronger, purer, and more powerful than ever.

I declare today that I will establish a New Noble House in my name—one that will not be built on blood, but on talent, wisdom, and strength. A Hogawarts House where innovation thrives, where every wizard has the right to grow beyond their limits, where magic is not just practiced but perfected.

No longer will we let the magical world remain hidden in the shadows of mediocrity. No longer will we settle for what has always been. We will revolutionize magic. We will create advancements never seen before, break barriers no one thought possible, and ascend to heights that even history has yet to witness!

My name is Rudra D. Raja Kumara…

And I will be the King of Wizards!"

With those final words, magic seemed to hum in the air, as if the world itself acknowledged his declaration. The future had been set in motion, and nothing would stand in his way.

The hall erupted.

After the ceremony, Hermione sat with the boys, still trying to process everything.

"You disappeared, came back with a house-elf, started a wizard revolution, and now you're what—declaring yourself King?"

Raja sipped pumpkin juice. "Correct."

Hermione buried her face in her hands. "Creating new Nobel house is insane."

Ron sighed. "She's finally getting it."

Meanwhile, Dobby stood at Raja's side, dressed immaculately, bowing.

"Master Raja, Dobby shall prepare your royal quarters!"

Raja nodded. "Excellent. Also, add a throne."

Harry couldn't stop laughing. "You're really doing this?"

Raja grinned. "Harry, my dear friend, it's already done."

And thus, Hogwarts would never be the same again.

To Be Continued…