"Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery"

For the first time in his life, Harry Potter was getting actual healthcare.

Ever since Sirius Black was officially cleared of all charges, he took his godfather duties very seriously.

The first stop?

St. Mungo's Hospital.

The diagnosis?

Absolute medical horror.

Severe malnutrition from childhood

Unhealed fractures from "mysterious accidents"

Scar tissue damage from the Cruciatus Curse

Chronic vitamin deficiencies

Stunted growth

Sirius was this close to committing first-degree murder on the Dursleys.

But Harry, being the sweetheart he was, told him to focus on the future, not the past.

So instead of murder, Sirius settled on spoiling Harry rotten.

After a full month of magical treatments, strength potions, and Sirius-approved nutrition, Harry looked healthier than ever.

And he was grinning like an idiot when Raja finally met the Golden Trio at the Quidditch World Cup.

Raja arrived in style.

Draped in a custom-made, pure black noble attire designed by him and Madam Malkin, lined with golden embroidery and enchanted jewelry. A majestic black cape billowed behind him, just for extra dramatic effect.

Ron: "Mate, you look like a medieval emperor."

Hermione: "How do you always look like you own the world?"

Raja: "Because I do, dear Hermione."

Then, with a snap of his fingers, he whisked the entire Weasley family, Harry, and Hermione into the VVIP box—one of the best seats in the stadium.

Just as everyone settled into their prime viewing seats, the Quidditch announcer, Ludovic Bagman, grabbed his enchanted microphone.

Bagman: "Before the match begins, we have a special performance! Ladies and gentlemen, wizards and witches, let's give a grand welcome to… THE SHADOW KING HIMSELF—THE UNDISPUTED DRAGON OF MAGIC—THE SAVIOR OF CHILDREN AND SLAYER OF DEMONS—THE ONE AND ONLY… RUDRA D. RAJA KUMARA!!!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Weasleys: "…WHAT?!"

Before they could even process the insanity, Raja blinked into the center of the stadium, Dobby at his side, wand already raised.

With a wave of his wand, a grand stage materialized, complete with floating lights, a fog machine (because why not), and glowing skull decorations.

Then— he conjured an undead rock band.

A group of skeletons with electric guitars, bass, and keyboards appeared, tuning their instruments like professional musicians.

And there was Dobby, the drummer, twirling his sticks like a pro.

Raja grabbed his mic, winked at the audience, and—

BOOM!

Drums kicked in.

"We Will, We Will Rock You!"

The entire stadium shook.

People jumped from their seats, clapping and stomping in perfect rhythm.

Even Voldemort himself, sitting in some unknown hideout, felt an unexplained urge to stomp his foot.

When the song ended, the crowd went ballistic.

Ludo Bagman (crying): "That… was… BEAUTIFUL!"

Even the Veela were swooning.

Lucius Malfoy, horrified, held onto his pure-blooded ideals for dear life.

Meanwhile, Raja bowed dramatically and vanished from the stage.

Ron (staring in awe): "…He just stole the whole bloody event."

Hermione: "I swear he's secretly Merlin."

Raja (smirking): "No, no, I'm just a humble wizard king."

The match ended, Ireland won, and the stadium was still buzzing from Raja's legendary performance.

Then the screaming started.

Flames erupted in the campsite.

Masked Death Eaters marched forward, setting tents on fire, terrifying families and children.

Raja's smirk vanished.

Raja (coldly): "Dobby."

Dobby (eyes glowing): "Say the word, sir."

And they disappeared into the chaos.

The first Death Eater never saw it coming.

One second he was terrorizing a family—

The next, he was upside down, levitating in the air with his mask ripped off.

Death Eater: "HOW—?!"

Raja: "That's for scaring children, you bootleg villain."

He whipped his wand, and the Death Eater was sent flying into another masked wizard.

Five more attacked Raja at once.

Big mistake.

With a snap of his fingers, Raja created a gravitational vortex, slamming all five of them into the ground.

One Death Eater tried to run—

Dobby appeared behind him.

Dobby (grinning): "Bad wizard must be punished."

He snapped his fingers.

The Death Eater's wand turned into a rubber chicken.

Before he could react, Dobby drop-kicked him into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, Barty Crouch Jr. was escaping.

Raja spotted him, but before he could act, a giant green skull appeared in the sky—the Dark Mark.

Raja gritted his teeth.

Then he raised his wand and shouted:

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A massive black dragon Patronus erupted from his wand, roaring across the sky.

It collided with the Dark Mark, erasing it in seconds.

The Death Eaters panicked.

Raja (grinning): "Run, cowards."

And they did.

The next morning, the Daily Prophet exploded with headlines:

"THE SHADOW KING SAVES BRITAIN AGAIN!"

"Rudra D. Raja Kumara – The True Hero of the Wizarding World?"

"Who Needs Harry Potter When You Have RAJA?!"

Harry looked at the newspaper.

Harry: "Oi. I'm still here, you know."

Ron: "Mate, it's Raja. Just let him have this one."

Raja, meanwhile, casually read the newspaper, sipping his tea.

Raja: "Another day, another legend. Now… when's the next big event?"

And somewhere, Voldemort felt his right eye twitch.