Back from the Fast & Furious world, Raja lounged in his main-world villa, sipping Dobby's espresso, plotting chaos with Hogi, Hogwarts' sentient spirit.
"Hogi, let's see if you can globe-trot like Myr with a substitute anchor," he mused, scratching his chin.
MAYA: "Master, you're poking a magical bear."
Raja's plan? Blanket the British magical world with enchanted towers, tethering Hogi's essence to Hogwarts while letting her zip around.
He called Myr (Merlin), his ancestor now his tech-wizard sidekick, who crunched the runes. "It's doable,"
Myr said, "but Hogi's gotta grow up—Raja her magical and rune control should be in perfect synchronization levels."
Hogi, eavesdropping, huffed, "I'm plenty mature!"
Raja smirked, "Yes you are, But better prepare than sorry."
Raja Teleported to Wyllt Magical Industries, strutting into a meeting with CEOs Fred and George Weasley, now Britain's richest magical moguls, dripping in dragon-leather suits.
"Boys, let's talk towers—big money, bigger magic," Raja grinned.
The twins, eyes twinkling, pitched M-Phones, their latest hit. At the Magic Phone factory, Raja ogled assembly lines churning out sleek, rune-powered devices.
"These are hotter than dragon fire!" he said, pocketing a prototype.
Fans mobbed the twins outside, screaming, "we want latest magical communication device the M-PHONE!"
Raja chuckled, "It seems business is booming my C.E.Os., remember Quality over Quantity."
Blinking to the USA, Raja hit Uncle Charlie's Malibu beach house, finding Charlie and Alan bickering over a woman.
"Explain yourselves, my knucklehead uncles," Raja demanded, arms crossed.
Flashback: at a dentist's parking lot, they'd seen Frankie, a bombshell, smashing a BMW with a crowbar. Charlie, ever the sleaze, invited her home, where she flirted with both, sparking a brotherly slap-fight.
Raja, sniffing crazy, warned, "She's probably wrecking her hubby's car for alimony and kid support money—think,with your brains uncles not with your little brothers!"
Charlie and Alan froze, jaws slack, as Raja left them out, leaving them to sweat and thinking.
Next stop: Rose's house, where Rose and Kandi were doing bikini yoga, stretching like Instagram models.
Raja, never one to miss fun, declared, "I'm your yoga guru now!"
He turned their chill session into a hardcore, sweat-drenching marathon—think Navy SEAL bootcamp meets tantric torture. "Feel the burn, ladies!" he barked, twisting them into gasping, energy-sapping poses, humping and inappropriately touching and squeezing their curves.
By the end, Rose and Kandi were a fucked in K- Book poses, orgasmic mess, collapsing in a heap.
"Raja, you're a monster!" Kandi panted.
He winked, "Namaste, queens."
Raja zipped to Prudence's LA pop video shoot, greeted by Cheryl Ann, who led him to a set where Prudence gyrated in a wardrobe-malfunctioning dress, all glitter and chaos.
Cheryl, eyeing Raja's tight at the little brother region, dragged him to Prudence's trailer for a quickie that left him grinning like a satisfied Master.
Post-shoot, Raja met Prudence, and they crashed at Cheryl's new LA villa.
Raja whipped up a spicy biryani, but Prudence, in a Sports Illustrated bikini, seduced him, her moves dismantling his self-control faster than a Weasley prank.
He took her to the room, had a slow and passionate session, due to prudence being virgin and made her satisfied and she fall asleep and he casted a healing spell on her not to feel the aftermath first time and left the room unsatisfied.
Raja came out saw Cheryl in bikini at the pool enjoying, smiled evilly and appeared behind her and took her to another room, casted a silent spell on the room without her notice, made her satisfy him in every way.
MAYA: "Master, you're becoming a walking Incubus disaster."
Next day, Gideon's call yanked Raja to a serial arsonist case in Tempe, Arizona.
He rang Beth, who grumbled but booked a private jet, ranting about training a new recruit Courtney. "She's got spunk— I'm molding her myself," Beth bragged.
Raja smiled, "Congrats, sensei!" At a private airstrip, he boarded a chartered plane, charming the pilot with quips before landing in Arizona. At Bradshaw College, waiting for Gideon's FBI team, Raja got bored and went shirtless, performing card-vanishing tricks for a gawking student crowd. "Pick a card, any card!" he flexed, abs rippling for "authenticity." Girls swooned, guys cheered, and MAYA groaned, "Master, you're becoming a stripper."
Gideon's team rolled up, spotting the commotion.
Gideon laughed, "Raja, you're a one-man riot!"
Elle raised an eyebrow, her seductive smirk screaming trouble, while Morgan and Hotchner shooed the crowd.
Raja, slipping his shirt on, grinned, "Yo, team, what's the arsonist deal?"
Reid spilled: a pyromaniac was torching campus spots in weird patterns.
Raja eyed them, "Guys, you scream FBI—ditch the suits or you'll scare the perp!"
Gideon nodded, "He's right. Coats off, shades too, or we'll spook the guy into hiding or rushing his next fire."
Meeting college reps, the team learned chemicals—diesel, solvents—kept vanishing from storage.
Morgan noted, "Last arson followed missing diesel; the very next day, arsonist strike."
Everyone banked on a one-day window, but Raja, sceptical, muttered, "Too neat."
Hotchner and Reid hit the dorms, while the team studied the last fire's trigger device—a crude chemical bomb.
They set up a hotline, and Raja joined Gideon and the dean, strolling campus. Spotting a student light a cigarette, Raja's eyes flicked to another at a fountain—no water. Gideon, catching it, sprinted over, remembering the last fire's water cutoff. "It's the same pattern!"he yelled.
Raja yanked the fire alarm, shouting, "Evacuate—NOW!" He bolted around the building, scanning for the arsonist.
Inside, Professor Wallace entered his office, opened his closet, and saw liquid pooling. Flicking the light, he triggered a spark—WHOOSH!—flames erupted, engulfing him.
Raja heard screams, sprinted, and kicked the door open like a superhero.
He dragged the blazing professor out as Gideon, arriving, blasted a fire extinguisher, dousing the flames.
Wallace, writhing with third-degree burns, groaned.
Morgan ran up, yelling, "Raja, get Prof out—I'll handle the Gideon!"
Raja nodded, hauling Prof clear, his shirt singed but swagger intact.
To Be Continued…