Law, Fear and Acknowledgement.

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.