'Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery'-Chapter 66: The Calm Before the Chaos: A Devil’s Plan.

Raja leaned back in his chair, watching Snape with amusement. The man had one of the worst poker faces in the world—his narrowed eyes, clenched jaw, and slight twitch told Raja he was seconds away from hexing him into oblivion.

"Spill it out, you devil. What's the task?" Snape hissed, arms crossed like an impatient teacher dealing with an exceptionally annoying student.

Raja's evil smirk widened as he rubbed his hands together like a greedy merchant about to close the biggest deal of his life.

"Nothing too complicated, dear Professor. You'll betray us, meet Voldemort, and inform him that I now have five of his precious Horcruxes. Oh, and let him know that I'm aware Harry is another Horcrux, and I plan to remove it tomorrow night."

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The room erupted.

"WHAT?!" The collective scream could have shattered glass.

Snape's pale face turned even paler.

Moody choked on his drink.

Sirius looked like he was ready to throw hands.

"Have you lost your mind?!" Lupin exclaimed.

All the Ladies started rubbing their temples in frustration.

Dumbledore, for once, looked speechless, which was a rare event.

Raja simply raised a hand, signaling for calm. It took a solid minute of outraged shouting before people quieted down.

"Think, people." Raja leaned forward, his voice dropping into a smooth, convincing tone. "Voldemort will attack Hogwarts eventually. He wants the Elder Wand, and he knows it's with Dumbledore. We're not avoiding this fight. So why not prepare the best battlefield, set the nastiest traps, and turn this into a grand ambush?"

Everyone fell into deep thought. Even Dumbledore, that paranoid old wizard, seemed to be mentally designing lethal obstacles in his head.

After a long moment, the group exchanged glances and slowly nodded in agreement.

"Alright, Prof. Snape," Raja said, handing him a small golden coin. "Take this, say exactly what I told you, and make sure you act like you're on the verge of breaking under pressure. Voldemort loves watching people suffer. Play the part well."

Snape snatched the coin, grumbling, "I hate you."

Raja grinned. "Love you too, Professor."

With that, Snape swished his cloak dramatically and left the Forbidden Garden.

Raja turned to the rest of the group, cracking his knuckles. "Now, the rest of you have work to do."

"Sirius, Lupin," Raja continued, "here's a sack of gold. I need you to throw the most extravagant noble party in wizarding history. Invite everyone—noble families, the Ministry, anyone important. Dobby will assist. Also, take this golden box. Follow the instructions inside."

Sirius' eyes gleamed. "So... a grand party, tons of alcohol, and Ministry officials getting drunk? I love this plan."

Lupin sighed. "This will be a mess."

Raja ignored him and turned to Moody.

Raja further explains that while Madam Bones and some Auroras attend the party "You'll be in charge of a smaller gathering at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE). Keep the remaining personnel occupied. Here's another golden box. Follow the instructions exactly."

Moody nodded grimly, probably already setting up explosive contingency plans in his head.

That evening, during dinner, chaos erupted.

Out of nowhere, Professor Trelawney stood up abruptly, her entire body trembling.

"Oh, here we go," Raja muttered, munching on a chicken leg.

Suddenly, her eyes rolled back, and she floated mid-air, gasping for breath.

In a deep, eerie voice, she boomed:

"The shadows whisper their return...

The Dark One's wrath burns through the sky...

Blood will stain the castle halls...

The final sacrifice approaches...

DEATH... DEATH... DEATH!"

With a piercing scream, she collapsed onto the floor.

Dead silence filled the Great Hall.

Then, pandemonium broke out.

Students screamed. Plates clattered. Some first-years started crying.

Dumbledore immediately stood up, his booming voice silencing the crowd.

"Everyone, return to your dormitories at once!"

The next morning, Dumbledore addressed the students during breakfast.

"The Ministry has been informed," he stated. "Unfortunately, due to an urgent meeting, they will be unable to send Aurors. However, rest assured, Hogwarts is safe. There is nothing to fear."

Raja snorted loudly.

Every head turned toward him.

He stood up, stretched his arms, and grinned.

"Nothing to fear? My dear students, have you all lost your edge?"

Silence.

"We have trained. We have bled. We have faced countless challenges in the war simulations. For years, Hogwarts has been more than a school—it has been a battlefield where warriors are forged."

Students leaned forward, mesmerized.

"Do you think Merlin gave us magic to hide? To run? No. Magic is a gift, a weapon, a force that bends the world to our will. You've trained for this moment. You've dreamed of testing your limits. And now, fate has given you a chance."

A ripple of energy surged through the students.

"This is your trial. This is the moment where you prove your worth. Will you cower? Or will you rise and carve your names into history?"

"WE RISE!" The students roared in unison.

Raja smirked, crossing his arms.

"Then let's show Voldemort and his minions what Hogwarts is made of."

The hall erupted into cheers, students standing, clapping, and chanting.

Even the professors, though exasperated, couldn't help but feel the energy in the air.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples. "Merlin help us... he's turned them into an army."

All the Professors has one thought in their mind "This lunatic might actually win this war."