Everyone was excited after seeing the Duel between Magnus and Flitwick. Those who were not so interested in this previously were now hoping to go pro, though it was just momentary motivation.
Another thing that happened was that the Gang of Slytherin developed slight fear towards him now, as he was so good at fighting and now they were fully sure they could not do anything to him in a face to face conflict.
Other than this, everyone else started admiring him more. He became the role model and goal of many students who were truly interested in duelling and were even good at it.
Magnus though was helping Emma, Ragnar and Severus. Soon, Sirius, James, Remus and Peter also joined as they recognised Magnus' amazing abilities.
"Ragnar, you only need to become fast, just like me, so you can overcome the lack of your wand skills. The rest of you, just focus on your spells. You will not find wizards like me who jump around so much. I use a sword, that's why I move a lot." Magnus told them.
"WHAA... but I want to look cool like you," Sirius complained. Emma nodded at him.
"Okay, can you cast all the charms me and professor used in our duel?" He asked them.
With embarrassed faces, they looked down. "See, you need to focus on normal charms first. Just practice the disarming, shield and stunning charm first.
"Ragnar, you follow me. I will show you how to toy with the mind of your opponent. I have a perfect trick for you."
Ragnar followed him to the corner of the hall, where Magnus started teaching him. "I have come up with a plan to make you the best fighter. You know potions best, so you must have a lot of potions with you that you can use on the opponent. Next, all you have to do is keep your wand out and fool your opponent by just speaking the names of spells.
"You can name any spell you want. And you can even make opportunities to strike the opponent by shouting a fake attack and anticipate their counter. But you will still need to know how to perform the defensive and disarming charm. Without them, your chances of survival and winning will be thin."
"But... those are my main problems. I must make those runes at all costs." Ragnar's will reignited.
"I will help you too. Now, let's practice." Magnus continued to help him.
...
The 1st duelling club ran till 7 PM. Much more than the planned 2 hours. But, all of the students were so motivated that they didn't want to stop.
In an hour, time for dinner would come so Flitwick had to force them to leave to their dorms and change clothes. However, Flitwick invited Magnus to his office to talk about something.
It seemed the charms professor was in a very good mood today, "Come, Mr Pendragon, here, have some hot chocolate."
Magnus obliged and took a seat. He had a very favourable opinion regarding Flitwick till now.
"Where did you learn to fight like that? Only once in my lifetime have I seen a wizard fight like you, but he was not so talented in charms and died on the stage." Flitwick asked him while he drank what seemed like Firewhiskey.
"I was taught by King Arthur's portrait and my father, as he's in the army. I have been practising to skillfully use my sword. So that I can someday be the best of both Arthur and Merlin." Magnus shared his thoughts.
Flitwick liked that Magnus considered him worthy to be knowing this, "Indeed, King Arthur fought beside Merlin in all fights, he's as great as Merlin, but sadly, Muggles forgot about him."
"It's not that they forgot, it's just that because the Statue of Secrecy came into place, slowly the entire muggle population started to believe all the magical things only happened in stories. Hence, the groundbreaking achievements of Arthur also became fairy tales." Magnus replied. This was his theory of why Arthur was not remembered.
"Indeed, I would have loved to meet him if he was alive. A person of royal blood, who treated people right. Who gave the goblins land to establish their bank on." Flitwick commented.
Magnus then asked, "Professor, do you feel closer to humans or Goblins? I don't mean to offend you. Please ignore if it's a stupid question."
Flitwick chuckled, "Haha, no-no. My case is rare, so it's normal for people to feel curious. Well, sadly, I don't feel close to any of the two. To me, Goblins look too obnoxious, short-sighted and greedy. While humans... well... I was prejudged and foredoomed from an early age because of my ancestral connection to a different breed of being that was both regarded and treated as second-class citizens by much of the wizarding community. So, I can't bring myself to feel close to humans either.
"I am stuck in my own world, in the middle. But don't feel pity for me, Mr Pendragon, as that would hurt me more. I was subjected to scrutiny from those around me from the minute I set foot inside this castle. I knew that nobody would stand up for me, I must help myself. All that I am today is because of my hard work and will to never quit."
Magnus wanted to salute this guy. Muggle-borns were so mistreated and harassed in the current world, he couldn't imagine the things Flitwick must have faced in all these years. Stuck with dual identities, unknown if he was by law even considered a first-class citizen.
Magnus had an idea, "Professor, your life has been so inspirational. Will you let me tell my personal writer to write a book on you? Your autobiography? I am sure it will help so many, I personally have a friend who is a werewolf due to an accident. Your story will motivate people like him to push forward no matter what."
"Are you talking about Mr Lupin? Haha... don't look at me like that. Most of the faculty know and we support Headmaster. As for the book, will Rita Skeeter be writing it?" He inquired.
"Of course, I pay her good money to use her brain. Come on, professor, the world will hear about you. You might just help some depressed wizard kid avoid suicide due to social pressure." Magnus tried to convince him.
*Sigh*
"Fine, Mr Pendragon, I will allow her to write a book about my life." He agreed.
Magnus was happy, "Thank you. And, please call me Magnus. Mr Pendragon seems too... official."
"Alright, Mr P... Magnus. Ah, look how long we talked, it's nearly dinner time. Well, I asked you to come with me because I wanted to ask you about your wand. When will you go out to find one?"
Magnus sighed, "I'm afraid there is none for me, Professor. I am supposed to hold Merlin's staff someday, but until that day I must use these replaceable wands. But, I have swords to fight too, and they can easily stop a killing curse."
Flitwick nodded, "That's good to hear. It's time, we should leave for Great Hall."
Magnus nodded and started leaving, but as he was about to reach the door, Flitwick called him back.
"Magnus, I read the book about you. The dream of yours, of an equal world, as idealistic as it may be, is quite wonderful. If it was someone else, I would not have believed it, but maybe... you can do it.
"If you ever need my help with something, do ask me," Flitwick said.
Magnus left after hearing this. ~Hmm... I wonder if all the people like Professor, who were wronged by the society band together, can they defeat all these pure-blood racists?~
...
At the great hall, the dinner felt much tastier for a few students. Because they exerted so much during the duelling class. Poor elves of Hogwarts were having to work extra today, but unknown to all, they were extra happy, thinking their food was being valued more.
Magnus also drowned himself in food. His favourite dish, pancakes were there too. But, they were not as tasty as those his mum makes so he also ate some chicken, lamb, beef, cake, apple pie and finally a large glass of banana shake.
*BAM*
Soon, the newspapers also arrived and Magnus opened the first page to see what was going on in the magical world.
But, his mood got spoiled immediately. The headline read, "YOU-KNOW-WHO warns the world to obey or be reduced to ashes. A family of wizards burned alive on a pyre, including 2 children."
Magnus was not dumb, he knew that the Ministry owned the paper, not the chief editor. But this was his warning to the ministry indirectly, for them to look into this matter. Because this headline spoke less about the tragedy and more about what the dark lord wanted to tell the world. This was an obvious sign of the Ministry being compromised.
He took out a blank paper and started writing a letter to the chief editor of the Daily Prophet.
"I am disheartened to see the current state of your newspaper. How it has become a mouthpiece for racists and murderers. Now you are even issuing announcements for Death Eaters? Do you love Azkaban so much?
"Perhaps, I should start my own newspaper. I'm sure it will just take me a day to destroy your sales records. But, you still have a chance to come clean, by selling the newspaper to me, or else, see your newspaper become worthless in this capitalistic business world. I can distribute my paper for free for years, I do not lack money. Can you do the same without going bankrupt?
Think about it.
Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon."
...
Ministry of Magic,
The ministry had its own propaganda division. They did not have a designated department as they didn't have that many employees. Their job was just to subtly keep the image of the Ministry clean.
But, the whole operation was now compromised because the new head of this small division was a pureblood supremacist, as well as a staunch follower of the Dark Lord, although he was neither a Death Eater nor had met them in his life.
The moment he read the message from Magnus, he seethed in rage. After all this time, his un-questioned power was being questioned and threatened. He wanted to fight back, and for it, he was going to use the same newspaper Magnus wanted to buy.
"Cancel tomorrow morning's 1st-page special. I will write one personally," he announced.
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Magnus did not know that his letter had enraged someone with too much inflated ego and self-importance. By now, he expected that everyone in the British magical circle would know that messing with him was not a good choice. He could cause damage to them in so many ways they couldn't even imagine.
"Mag, look, there's your photo in the newspaper," Ragnar told him, while they sat in the great hall and ate breakfast.
Magnus, still a bit drowsy because of studying all night, looked at the paper. There his photo was, with his mum and dad.
"Hmm, why would Rita publish my parents' photo? I told her to keep them away from all this." He wondered.
"She didn't write it, Mag. Look at the headline." Ragnar pointed out.
Alerted, Magnus' eyes opened fully and he took the newspaper. The headline said, "Danger To Magical World, An Imperialist Dream Of A Child."
He continued reading it. But the first line he read made him angry. "Merlin's descendant, Magnus, with his various loud surnames, is still unable to hide his secret desires to rule Magical Britain.
"Just as his parents are dogs of the muggle government, he wants to turn us into their dogs too, because, in the end, he will be the ruler of muggles. But Mr Pendragon needs a reminder that we are not his subjects, magical Britain never had a king and never will..."
Magnus continued to read it till the end. It was all nonsense spewed by someone with an agenda, it was obvious from this article. But, Magnus was very angry, not only its person called his parents Dogs, but he also put their photo on the paper. This will make some bad people interested in them.
"What did I do to this guy now? This... Oscar Thumbling. I don't even know this name, and I would have surely not forgotten such a funny name." He talked to himself in a low voice.
"Maybe he just doesn't like your face. Even I feel like punching it sometimes." Ragnar joked.
"And I feel like letting Chad sleep on your face sometimes after feeding him stinky beans," Magnus replied.
Ragnar's face paled, "No no... I don't want to smell his natural breeze. Focus on this problem, Mag. We need to deal with him. How dare he talk bad about aunt and uncle."
"Mum and dad, you should call them that. And this guy... I'm going to dig his grave if he turns out to be a bad seed. You wait here, I might skip the 1st class today. Just tell Professor McGonagall that I'm working on some new spell." Magnus got up.
"Okay, tell me what happened later," Ragnar replied and let him leave.
...
Magnus arrived at his office under the teacher's living quarters. It was empty currently so there was no one to see him.
He quickly locked the door and called George.
"Go to MEDA and bring Adrian here." He ordered.
George saluted and vanished. After a few minutes, he had another person with him.
Adrian looked around at the room and felt strange with the magic. But he still had no idea where he was because there was no window in the room.
Magnus took the newspaper and pushed it to him, "You used to work in the Ministry. Do you know about this Oscar Thumbling?"
"Hmm, how can one forget this name? It was too funny. Ever since he joined the ministry he was deemed a funny guy, the clown of the Ministry.
"He was so annoying to all that nobody liked to work with him. In his career, he was transferred from one department to another, until he finally landed at the propaganda division. It seems he's not doing a very good job.
"Never thought he was also a Dark Lord idoliser," Adrian revealed.
Magnus stayed silent and thought for a few seconds, "What would you say, is he also somehow working for Death Eaters?"
"I don't know. But, knowing how he is and how the Death Eaters make people work for them, I wouldn't be too surprised if he was working for them." Adrian said.
"Okay, I will put a top-priority contract for you. I want all information about him, from the moment he was born to right now. The payment will be transferred to the MEDA account." Magnus ordered him. Actually, Magnus was officially Adrian's boss, but he rarely meddled with their work, so Adrian enjoyed relatively high powers as the CEO.
After receiving the orders, Adrian immediately left with George. Then, George returned and asked, "What else can I do, sir?"
"You know the place, start digging a grave there. Just in case we might use it." Magnus instructed him.
George, for some reason excited, nodded. "Yes sir, I will do it right away."
*Pop*
Now, Magnus sat alone in the office. He was still not feeling very good, what happened today would have consequences. The Daily Prophet was a big newspaper with reach around the whole of Britain, and many people, who had no idea about the dirty politics of the Ministry, take everything in the newspaper as real.
It was a blatant attack on his image, that he had been painstakingly trying to establish.
"Hmm, I need reparations. This Oscar was a ministry employee who used the state-run newspaper to spread false propaganda. Hmm, a legal notice sounds good." He thought and decided to write a letter to his favourite Minister, Eugenia. She was his favourite because she was so incompetent. She acted like a strong woman but was actually useless.
[Letter]
"To, The Minister of Magic,
The blatantly ignorant and defamatory article published in the Daily Prophet this morning was an attack on the image of Royalty. This has caused irreversible harm to my image.
As the article was also written by one of your people, the Ministry holds all responsibility for what has happened. Because of this, I am legally suing the Ministry for 5 million Galleons, because you have caused me harm, which might take years to heal.
This is a notice, as well as a warning for what is yet to come. Also, if the Ministry fails to acknowledge their mistake in 24 hours, and issue an apology on the first page of the Daily Prophet, then I will destroy the Daily Prophet by starting a new paper and writing my handwritten articles, about how the Ministry came to possess their best propaganda tool.
I hope you will make the right decisions.
Respectfully,
Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon."
[Letter Ends]
He finished his letter and sealed it with his monogram. Then, he called for summer and sent it to the Ministry.
But he did not end there. He was angry, and wanted thorough revenge, leaving no space for the enemy to one day recover. He wrote another letter. This was for Rita Skeeters.
[Letter Starts]
"You saw the newspaper. We are going to fight it. I want you to go ahead and buy 50 printing machines and then poach all the staff of the Daily Prophet by paying higher salaries, even if it's by a small margin they will come.
After that, start writing articles truthfully, about what is happening around the British Magical community and also to an extent the world. I want the draft ready by evening and we will roll out the papers tomorrow morning, free of cost. The paper is called Magical Daily, and its tagline will be True, Precise and Unwavering Journalism.
Do your magic and turn this into a beloved newspaper around the country. Also, add a small new segment to the paper, around in the middle. Call it the Glamour Daily. Add all the fashion, gossip and lifestyle-related news to this small 2-page segment.
Other than that, dedicate the second last 2 pages for sports, the pages before that to the economy and a few more pages for international news. Then reserve 1 page to print articles by famous people as op-ed articles, they will only show the opinion of the writer. I want this paper to stick to its tagline.
We will be bringing down the Daily Prophet and making Magical Daily the main newspaper of people. If you are able to do it successfully, I will consider rewarding you.
From Magnus."
[Letter Ends]
He again folded the letter and waited for Summer to return, then he sent her on a journey again.
...
Ministry of Magic,
*BAM*
Eugenia slammed her fist on her desk, roaring and seething in anger.
"WHO ORDERED YOU TO WRITE THIS? I want an answer, and I will have them, even if I have to use Veritaserum." She raged.
Oscar stood in front of her with a shrunken neck. He had not anticipated that the Minister would be so angry due to all this. He had only expected a few warnings.
"We... we can still talk to him... that we did not mean it." He suggested.
*SLAP*
"You destroyed any chance of negotiations when you plastered the faces of his parents in the paper. And now he will not sit back unless he's brought us to our heels. I swear by Merlin's name, if I was not the Minister, I would have cast so many crucio curses on you. You are suspended and will await trial. All your money and property will be seized." She announced to him.
*Ow...* Summer arrived at her office proudly.
Eugenia's eyes shrunk, recognising the bird. "And here comes the harbinger of dread."
She took the letter and opened it, from start to finish, her face did not change from the previous frown. Instead, she had turned even angrier.
Looking back at Oscar, she said, "All your property will be sold to pay him the compensation for this little stunt of yours. Start preparing for your apology. Leave."
...
Unknown to Oscar, his death warrant was being signed slowly as Adrian prepared a record of his life.
~Argh... he was a degenerate through and through.~ Adrian muttered while coming upon some evidence that shook even him, proving Oscar was no simple office clown. He was the Pennywise of nightmares.~
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