'Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery'-Chapter 68: The Ultimate Showdown: Hogwarts vs. Voldemort’s Army

As the sun set over Hogwarts, the Golden Trio—Harry, Ron, and Hermione—stood in the Forbidden Forest, watching Raja set up an intricate ritual site. The ground was covered in glowing runes, and a metal pointer, suspended above a stone slab, was humming with energy.

Ron, arms crossed, scowled. "Mate, what kind of creepy alien surgery setup is this?"

Raja, grinning like a mad scientist, rubbed his hands together. "Alright, guys. Let's get straight to the point."

He paused dramatically, ensuring they were all listening. "Voldemort used dark rituals to split his soul into six Horcruxes."

The trio gasped in horror.

"That's disgusting," Hermione whispered, her mind already racing through books that discussed soul magic.

"What kind of sick bastard does that?" Ron muttered, rubbing his arms as if Voldemort's soul fragments were crawling on him.

Raja continued, eyes gleaming. "With his weakened soul, Voldemort went on a killing spree. When he tried to kill Harry, Lily Potter's advanced rune magic saved him. The Killing Curse backfired, and instead of killing Harry, it latched onto him. That's why he has the scar."

Silence.

Then, Harry, pale as a ghost, sat down. "So... I've been carrying a piece of Voldemort this whole time?"

Ron, eyes wide with horror, suddenly gasped. "Wait—does that mean... Voldemort has seen me naked?!"

Raja blinked. "...That's your takeaway from this?"

Ron collapsed onto the ground, rolling back and forth in existential dread.

Hermione, ever the practical one, pushed her horror aside and asked, "What's the solution?"

Raja grinned and gestured to the glowing Rune Platform. "Step one: strap Harry to this table."

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"WAIT, WHAT?!" Harry yelled.

Before Harry could protest further, Raja summoned an operation table and casually removed Harry's upper garment. Using a strange, glowing liquid, Raja scribbled runes across Harry's skin.

Ron winced. "Mate, that looks like a bad tattoo session."

Raja activated the runes. A bright, laser-like beam shot down from the metal pointer, striking the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead.

Black smoke began pouring out of the scar and is collected on a runic stone. The air grew thick with dark energy, making Ron and Hermione instinctively raise their wands.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the darkness.

Meanwhile, outside Hogwarts, Voldemort's army of 500 Death Eaters surrounded the castle.

One of them stepped on a small flower.

Immediately, a blaring alarm rang out, a voice thundering across the castle grounds:

"DEATH EATER ALERT! PREPARE FOR WAR. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"

Inside Hogwarts, Golden Snitch drones flew into the air, scanning the surroundings. A magical projection disk displayed the enemy movements in real-time.

At the head of the castle defense stood Professor Minerva McGonagall, her robes billowing as she barked orders like a true general.

"Defensive formations! Gryffindor, reinforce the left flank! Ravenclaw, secure the towers! Hufflepuff, take the lower grounds! Slytherin... just don't help the Death Eaters!"

The Death Eaters laughed upon seeing the students preparing for battle. "They're just kids," one sneered.

That's when Fred and George stepped forward, cracking their knuckles.

"We'll show you kids, alright," Fred smirked.

George grinned, holding up a new experimental Weasley explosive labeled 'BOOMSTICK 3000.' "Say hello to our little friend."

Back in the Forbidden Forest, Ron and Hermione froze in fear as figures emerged from the shadows—Voldemort, Nagini, Snape, and Bellatrix.

"Well, well," Bellatrix purred, "What do we have here?"

Raising her wand, she flicked it towards Ron.

A jet of green light shot toward him.

Before Ron could even scream, a blur of movement deflected the curse.

A deep, confident voice echoed through the forest.

"You'll have to do better than that, Lestrange."

The group turned to see a six-foot-tall figure stepping out from the shadows.

He was muscular, wearing a black shirt with "Invincible" written across the back.

Ron blinked. "Neville?"

Hermione gasped. "Neville Longbottom?!"

Neville rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "Ron, Hermione—you take Snape. This Psycho Bitch is mine."

Bellatrix laughed hysterically. "Oh? The Longbottom brat thinks he can fight me?"

Neville's eyes darkened. "No, I KNOW I can fight you."

Raja, grinning, snapped his fingers. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Bellatrix and Snape vanished, teleported to a separate battlefield.

Now, only Raja, Harry, and Voldemort remained.

Harry, still lying on the table, groaned. "Raja, can you maybe NOT teleport me mid-surgery?!"

Raja grinned mischievously. "Trust me, you're in good hands. Now let's wrap this up quickly."

Voldemort sneered. "You have been a thorn in my side for too long, child."

Raja grinned back. "Bitch, please. I let you live after the graveyard duel. Gave you a whole year to get your act together. Now I'll put you down at full power."

Voldemort, furious, hissed, "Who do you think you are?!"

Raja cracked his knuckles. "I'm Rudra D. Raja Kumara, the Supreme Wizard King, and I'm about to ruin your entire existence."

Voldemort let out a piercing scream of rage as he and Nagini lunged forward.