'Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery'-Chapter 61: Raja’s War Simulation Class: The Most Chaotic Hogwarts Lesson Yet

The next day at breakfast, Hogwarts was buzzing with excitement. After yesterday's events—whatever those were (because let's be honest, with Raja around, chaos was always guaranteed)—the students were in high spirits.

As students laughed and enjoyed their morning feast, Dumbledore stood up from his golden throne, clinking his goblet for attention. The Great Hall slowly quieted, and all eyes turned to him.

"Students, I have a rather thrilling announcement," Dumbledore began, his twinkling eyes betraying his amusement.

"Professor Remus Lupin will be returning as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

The hall exploded in cheers, except for a few Slytherins who muttered something about werewolves under their breath.

Lupin, sitting at the teachers' table, gave a small, awkward wave, clearly not expecting such a reaction. He then proceeded to ignore Snape's death glare, which was probably powered by pure hatred and expired shampoo.

Dumbledore raised a hand to silence the noise before continuing.

"However, that is not all. In addition to regular DADA classes, I am pleased to introduce... our very own Mr. Rudra D. Raja Kumara!"

Cue dramatic entrance.

Raja stood up, grinning ear to ear, giving the crowd an exaggerated wave like a celebrity greeting fans at a red carpet event.

"Thank you, thank you, my dear peasants—I mean, students."

Silence.

"Just kidding."

Still silence.

"Tough crowd."

Dumbledore, clearly regretting everything, cleared his throat.

"Mr. Raja will be conducting our new War Simulation and Practical Combat training, under the supervision of Professor Lupin and myself. This will allow students to gain firsthand experience in battle strategy, dueling, and tactical defense against the Dark Arts."

The students murmured amongst themselves, both intrigued and slightly terrified.

"The sessions will be held from 3:00 PM to 6:00 PM daily, and students from fourth to seventh year may participate," Dumbledore continued.

Then Raja clapped his hands dramatically and cut in.

"That's right, kids! I've cleared out a big field near Hogwarts and turned it into the ultimate training ground! We've got magical Wand ranges, dummies that attack back, and even a little surprise for the weak-hearted..."

At this, Raja snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a life-sized illusion of Voldemort appeared in the middle of the Great Hall.

"WELCOME, HOGWARTS," Voldemort's voice boomed, "TO YOUR DOOM!"

The Hall erupted into absolute pandemonium.

Screaming. Shouting. A first-year fainted. Someone threw a spoon at the illusion. McGonagall nearly hexed it out of instinct.

Dumbledore sighed so hard his beard almost fell off.

Meanwhile, Fred and George were fascinated.

"Blimey, that's brilliant!" Fred whispered.

"Can we keep it?" George asked, nudging Raja.

"Only if you survive 'Hell Mode,'" Raja whispered back with an evil smirk.

At exactly 3:00 PM, a large crowd gathered at Raja's training ground, some eager, some skeptical, and some just here to watch others suffer.

"Alright, listen up!" Raja shouted, standing in front of a large magical screen that displayed the training course. "This isn't your ordinary boring duel class where you point a stick and go 'Pew Pew'—oh no, my dear students, today we prepare for WAR!"

The students exchanged nervous glances.

Raja pointed to the field, where dummies enchanted with random movement and attack patterns stood. Some had wands, some had swords, and some... had frying pans?

Harry squinted. Why does that one look like Aunt Petunia?

"First exercise! Reaction speed and attack training!" Raja announced.

Suddenly, the dummies came to life, firing spells at random intervals. Students had to dodge, deflect, and counterattack while running.

The result?

Chaos.

Ron got smacked in the face by a dummy wielding a baguette.

Neville tripped and rolled through half the field like a human tumbleweed.

Draco's hair got singed. (The horror!)

Meanwhile, Fred and George were treating it like a video game, taking turns "speedrunning" the course.

"Alright, next!" Raja clapped his hands. "Battle simulation!"

With a snap, the Voldemort illusion appeared again, this time accompanied by Death Eater projections.

Cue more screaming.

"WHY IS HE HERE AGAIN?!" A Hufflepuff cried.

"BECAUSE YOU NEED TO LEARN TO FIGHT!" Raja yelled back.

The students hesitated at first, but after watching Fred and George gleefully take on the Death Eaters, more started to participate.

The adrenaline kicked in.

The rush of dodging curses and fighting back slowly became... exciting.

Cheers erupted whenever someone completed a stage, and confidence grew as students pushed their limits.

After an hour, Raja gathered everyone.

"Now, I know what you're all thinking. 'Raja, this is fun, but what's in it for me?'"

Students nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, guess what? THERE'S PRIZE MONEY!"

Immediate silence.

Even the Slytherins looked interested.

"Whoever completes

Hell Mode gets 10,000 gold galleons!

Difficult Mode? 5,000!

Moderate? 1,000!

Easy? A participation trophy and my eternal disappointment! But the first-time winners get a surprise gift basket!"

A wave of excitement washed over the crowd.

Harry's jaw dropped.

Ron looked ready to kill.

Hermione was already calculating the tax implications.

Draco muttered something about blood money.

Meanwhile, Fred and George started aggressively stretching.

"Alright, bring on Hell Mode!" Fred grinned.

"We're about to become rich, Georgie!"

And so, the greatest war simulation in Hogwarts history began... with absolute insanity.

Hogwarts had seen its fair share of rebellions—Goblins, Dark Lords. But no one, not even Dumbledore, was prepared for The Great Hogwarts Hunger Strike led by the first to third years.

At breakfast, the older students were busy talking about Raja's insane war games, how Fred and George nearly exploded trying to complete Hell Mode, and how Malfoy got hexed so hard he temporarily spoke fluent Parseltongue.

But then, the youngest students stood up.

"WE WANT WAR!" a first-year screamed.

"WE WANT TRAINING!" a second-year added.

"WE REFUSE TO EAT UNTIL OUR DEMANDS ARE MET!"

Silence.

McGonagall nearly dropped her teacup.

Snape blinked, probably considering poisoning them just to speed up the process.

Dumbledore twinkled, which usually meant he was planning something mildly illegal.

Meanwhile, Raja? He was laughing his absolute ass off.

Five minutes later, Raja was dragged to a professor's emergency meeting.

McGonagall, arms crossed, glared at him. "Fix. It."

Raja, still laughing, wiped a tear. "Oh come on, Professor, this is adorable! The little warlords are demanding military training!"

Snape groaned. "You turned them into you. This is a nightmare."

Flitwick, on the other hand, was intrigued. "But think of the spellwork improvement!"

Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Let the children have their war, Raja."

Raja clapped his hands. "Fine! You want war games? I'll give them war games!"

The next day, Hogwarts saw the grand opening of The Junior War Training Facility, a scaled-down version of Raja's previous battlefield.

The first-years rushed in like a Black Friday sale.

The second-years pushed through like Quidditch hooligans.

The third-years smirked knowingly, ready to show dominance over the "babies."

At the heart of the facility, Raja unveiled his masterpiece—a Wand Range with Simulated Instructors.

The setup was simple:

Each student stood in a booth.

A magical projection of a teacher appeared to guide them.

The range had floating dummies for spell practice.

But Raja? He didn't stop there.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... VR Broom Flying!"

Raja clapped his hands, and a group of enchanted goggles and two Rings floated into the air and a Magical enchanted platform and a stick.

"Put these on, kids. They'll make you feel like you're ACTUALLY flying!"

"But we're not on brooms?" a skeptical second-year asked.

"Oh, but you are."

Raja pointed to an enchanted snitch hovering above them.

"This snitch is linked to your broomstick movements. Whatever you do, the snitch does. Your VR goggles will make you feel like you're soaring through the sky!"

Madam Hooch's jaw dropped.

"This... this is GENIUS!" she gasped.

The students put on the goggles and rings, and he was standing In on magical platform that make him float and ensure he has the feeling the fly and he can do insane maneuvers like in the Qudditch but the platform protects him and chaos ensued.

A first-year screamed because she thought she was falling.

A second-year tried to loop-de-loop and accidentally flipped a table.

One kid thought he was going to crash into a castle wall and flung himself backward.

Raja? He was on the ground, laughing so hard his ribs hurt.

Training Levels & Hooch's Approval

Once the students stopped screaming like banshees, they realized... this was AWESOME.

Beginner Mode: A slow, stable ride with easy turns.

Intermediate Mode: Dodging floating obstacles.

Advanced Mode: High-speed racing.

Expert Mode: No rules. Pure insanity.

Fred and George? Obviously jumped straight into Expert Mode and nearly concussed themselves.

Madam Hooch, still amazed, turned to Raja. "This will revolutionize Quidditch training."

Raja grinned. "Exactly. Less injuries, more fun!"

Conclusion: Raja Wins Again

By lunchtime, the younger students were so excited about their new training they forgot their hunger strike even happened.

Dumbledore, watching the madness unfold, leaned towards McGonagall.

"Raja is the best and worst thing to happen to Hogwarts."

McGonagall rubbed her temples. "I'm going to need a vacation."