Regulus had given the warning. Magnus needed to take it seriously or else he might suffer. For this, he had started to develop some weapons for himself. These were small and could be produced on a large scale.
They will also be given to his army, which mainly consisted of 40 people from the Emrys construction, as they were originally the creator of the Army of Merlin. The company though employed 700 wizards from around the world. The thing was, many wizards in poor countries wanted to do something legal to make money but there were not many opportunities, so Emrys Construction and MEDA's headhunting department found them and employed them.
So, Magnus got together with Ragnar and Severus to develop something useful.
"So are they going to attack you this winter? Have they gone mad?" Ragnar wondered. Continuous wins and their constant upper hand in this conflict had made him think they would always be the winner.
But Magnus was not such a fool. "Yes, and I expect them to do it. Remember, as long as the Dark Lord has his plans of world domination, he must go through me first. Only after he has killed me and Dumbledore can he proclaim himself as the strongest wizard in the world.
"But... But there were also those ancient secret wizards living in seclusion? Didn't Merlin say these wizards could alone destroy the world?" Ragnar asked.
"Come on, Ragnar, even if they are real, they didn't come out during World War II. No Japanese secret sage wizard came out when the nukes were dropped. They either don't exist anymore or just don't care about what happens with the world." Magnus speculated. "And if it's about destroying the world, I think I can do it with Merlin's staff, it's not a big deal for a strong wizard. Just keep on detonating a good big charge at an interval inside the deepest part of the Mariana trench and the whole ring of fire will erupt. Continue to do it and it will start something at least."
"What do you suppose we build?" Severus asked, changing the topic from the destruction of the world.
"Hmm, something explosive maybe. Not a bomb, it can be neutralised by any wizard with a simple protege charm. I want something more damaging, that can put down an enemy." Magnus stated the requirements.
The three started to brainstorm their plan. Magnus was good at alchemy so he could think of going by that method, while Ragnar and Severus thought about it from a potioneer's side.
"What about a bomb that affects the mind? Let's say, throwing it into a crowd makes people fall unconscious, but it won't be because of some gas, but instead a mental electromagnetic wave, similar to Legilimency." Magnus suggested.
"But... it will affect our allies too. We won't be able to fight close by then." Ragnar argued. So they scrapped this idea for now.
"Hmm, to defeat someone, we need to take their wands from them. So, we need to come up with a method that takes away their wands. Since most wizards use wands to even apparate, they won't be able to escape." Severus suggested.
"Accepted," Magnus agreed immediately. This was going to be like a wide area disarming spell.
"All right then, we are going to need to use Alchemy and charms for it then. Like how an Expelliarmus forces whatever an opponent is holding to fly out of their hand, we need to replicate this effect and make it so it does it to everyone in the vicinity. However, how do we make sure our allies don't get disarmed?" Magnus asked.
Ragnar suggested then, "I KNOW! Make it intent-based."
And so they proceeded to create it.
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During the same time, back in South Africa, everything had gone successfully. Nelson being the new President, he quickly initiated the reform in the constitution. According to this, the new governments must have representation for all. There was a minimum of 3-10% reserved seats for each minority ethnic group in the country, and there was no majority cap. Whites, Blacks, Indians, South East Asians, East Asians, all had their representation. A minimum system was created so that no community feels left out.
Next, Roger created a new government department, that would work free from the clutches of the President. The department will be called Anti Corruption Bureau. They will investigate anyone from the government, and if corruption is found their names and evidence is handed over to the President, Vice-President, the Speaker of the assembly and they must declare it to the public within 24 hours of the end of their investigation.
What if the President or the Vice President are the ones who are corrupt? Then the evidence was to be still declared to the public and shown to the National Assembly, as well as the National Council of Provinces.
In short, no matter at which level you sit, there would always be a chance of getting caught. But what if the Anti Corruption bureau committed corruption? Well, then there were some very decisive and painful curses placed, just like the curse put on the post of DADA professor at Hogwarts. Here, the ACB commissioner position was cursed that if the office-bearer commits corruption or another crime, he would start facing bad luck, bad health until he confesses to people and leaves the post. This curse was by no means easy to put, Roger had to ask his family and Adrian for help.
The country was currently in its honeymoon phase. There was peace and harmony, people were happy that the change they were fighting for had finally arrived.
However, there were a lot of people in the country who had their whole life based around fighting for this. Their daily life was all about protesting and eating at the food kitchens.
Now, that they had nothing to protest, they would look for little problems that were not easy for a country going through a revolution to solve. For example, they started protesting for more electricity. Sure, the government was working on it, but building infrastructure takes years. These people did not want to understand that.
In the end, these protests could get hijacked and the new government could get harmed, as it was already new and unstable. So, these good for nothing people were partially obliviated so they forget the addiction of protesting. The country right now needed to be stable and go on a path of rapid industrialisation, not a mindless protest spree.
The salty ex-government officials though were angry, they were the kings, after all, now they had to share their power and the parliament with the "Filthy" second class citizens. Of course, anyone who publicly said such things was now criminally charged as it was a crime to speak racially offensive words to people.
Britain in the meantime gained a lot of goodwill though. South Africa lacked jobs right now and they will continue to do so for the coming few years. So to help the people, Britain would send a lot of food grains to them.
They gained big respect from many countries by doing this.
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The United States of America, Cambridge, MIT
Brando... Bobby was at MIT to do his Masters in Mechanical Engineering. But, because of a gift from Magnus, he decided to do Aeronautical engineering, study economics and also political science, because why the hell not?
The gift was an alchemical stone, it was called Mind Stone, named by Magnus. It helps one focus on one thing. By placing the stone in your hand, you could get rid of all unnecessary thoughts and truly put all your focus on one single thing. For an already intelligent person, this was a great boon.
"Holy hell, they charge so much money in fees, why do people even indulge these universities." He cursed the institute while reading the brochure for the current academic year. The yearly cost was $3,350. But if you add other expenses it was nearly 5 thousand.
However, for Bobby, it was free, because he was invited to study here and also give a few lectures about computer science since he was considered a genius in it. But Bobby didn't want this. He didn't want to keep himself limited to just one field. He wanted to be able to visualise something and quickly start building it.
It had been a week since he arrived. In the meantime, he had bought a whole floor of the nearest residential building, where he ran his personal lab. He was by now one of the richest people on the planet. FutureTek industries were considered to be a mammoth already, even though they did not have crazy big income streams. But everyone knew, with the direction the company was taking, that in the coming future as technology becomes more common in day to day life, the company will become one of the biggest. The investors wanted to invest, but the company was private.
On the other hand, Dragon Holdings was something much crazier. They just took the ownership of Warner Brothers, they already had billion-dollar companies under them and still expanded like crazy. People mostly thought that the company must be run by many great minds.
But, unknown to them, the people they thought were directors were in fact the assistants of Magnus' assistant Venessa. Who could have thought a teenage boy was running the company?
Anyway, Bobby was in a cafe, looking at some documents. His aim of coming to the states was also to find members for the Order of Merlin. Extraordinary people who don't care about anything except their passion, their educational field.
~Too bad my reputation is not good here. They all think I'm a lucky little kid.~ He sighed. His days have not been very good. Constant namecalling was the norm. He was called Little man, Booby and whatnot.
Of course, he was not one to take all this silently. He singled out all the bullies whose parents owned big businesses, then he sent a very personalised letter to the business owners. That if their sons don't fall in line, then forget ever getting a licence to collaborate with FutureTek and Dragon Holdings. Now, the FutureTek was not in itself big, but the patents it held were too revolutionary.
Soon, the bullying voices reduced and his peaceful life resumed.
"Sir," A man came and took a seat in front of him. The man was named Harvard, he was an operative from MEDA New York Branch.
"Here, I ordered coffee for you. So, you got all the information about the Mafia families in the city?" Bobby asked excitedly.
"Yes sir, five Mafia families are enjoying great freedom on the East Coast. They are the Bonanno family, the Colombo family, the Gambino family, the Genovese family and the Corleone Family. The head of the Commission is the Corleone Family, currently headed by Don Michael Corleone." Harvard explained everything.
Bobby hummed and read the report, "Hmm... I checked these mafia families own a lot of properties in New York City and also own pretty big stakes in a few businesses. I would like to buy some good land here, the future of this city is bright, even though right now it looks like a cave of thugs. Harvard, can you book an appointment with this Don Michael Corleone? I will make an offer he can't refuse, actually most of the purchase is for Magnus." Bobby planned.
~Magnus? His Majesty Pendragon?~ Harvard's eyes widened. He became excited by the prospect of working directly for Magnus. It seems Magnus' various methods to develop some sort of low-level worship towards him have worked magic.
"Yes, sir. I will book the appointment. They will most likely call us at their home, but don't worry, I will take the best ex-Aurors from the company. Even if they bring an army we can easily mow them down." Harvard enthusiastically planned.
*Cough*
"Let's hope it does not come to that. Well then, I'll be heading back to work. It was a pleasure meeting with you... Ah, I wish there was a good tea shop here." He hissed while walking away.
[A/N: Yes, it's the same Michael Corleone from the Godfather three movie. The other families though are the real Mafia families that to this day operate in New York City.]
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Corleone House, New York
Michael Corleone had returned to New York City to finally turn his family business legitimate. He had realised that there was not much future in the illegal business. The law enforcement agencies were becoming more advanced and deployed various means of snooping on them. He also feared for his children and regretted his past push into the criminal world.
He was growing old now, nearing his 60s. And he wanted to leave a good legacy behind for his future generation. So, he left the illegal operations to Joey Zasa and Don Altobello, while he himself looked after the real legitimate business, trying to push himself up in the society and mingle with the legal business people.
However, today he received an unusual request. He was staying in his apartment when his assistant informed him of a certain individual wanting to meet him. His chief financial advisor, B.J. Harrison, told him everything personally. He sounded excited but also cautious.
"But I don't run the mob business anymore. Then why does he want to talk to me?" Michael wondered.
"He wants to buy a lot of properties and land in New York, Mr Corleone. Maybe because we still head the commission, he wants to deal with other hands through us." Harrison guessed. Even he had no idea in reality.
*Sigh*
"Just when I think I have left everything from that life in the past, someone comes and reminded me of it. Reject their request. I have other things to do." Michael decided on a spur.
B.J. Harrison, however, tried to persuade him, "Mr Corleone, I recommend you meet him, if you want to truly go legitimate, you need the friendship of this Brandon Steel Armstrong. He is only a teenager and already one of the greatest minds and richest people in the world. However, whom you should really focus on is the hand behind Brandon."
"Who is it?" Michael asked with interest, guessing it must be big if it got Harrison acting like this.
"The childhood friend and the backer of Brandon is the British royal prince, Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon. He is the owner of Dragon Holdings, although he maintains a low-level farce so normal people think the company is run by a few directors. But, there is an even bigger identity of him that is secret from the world.
"He is the inheritor of Merlin, the wizard. He is already known as one of the most powerful and smartest wizards alive. He's very popular in the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry too. So, Magnus is someone you really want to be friends with, because he has the power to just wave his hand and make all the mafia families or any enemy disappear from the world." Harrison explained, sounding like a fanatic fan of Magnus.
Michael fell silent. He was the Godfather and of course, knew about this secret society hidden in the world. It was a crazy revelation for him at the start but he thanked God that these magical people had no interest in their normal world.
But, he had always tried to stay away from the wizarding world because it was something he could not control. If he makes an enemy it will cause too much loss to him, as even a single angry wizard could kill a lot of his men.
"Okay, tell them to come here to meet me. I just hope I won't regret this decision." Michael decided with a sigh.
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Magnus' Mansion,
*BOOM*
"AH, MY WAND!" Ragnar cried in annoyance.
They were testing the magical grenade they had created. Ragnar was the test dummy of course. They did mock battles. The grenade looked very futuristic because of alchemy and runes being used.
When it explodes, it creates a loud noise as well as sparks. This would make the enemies turn to look at it, then the grenade would release disarming charm in all directions. Because of everyone looking at the grenade, all will lose their wands easily.
However, it would've been useless if it stopped there. So after collecting all the wands like a magnet, it will burst into flames, destroying the wands.
Ragnar used fake spare wands to test.
At the same time, Magnus was tiredly sitting in the other room. Someone had to charge the bombs with the disarming charm after all.
"ARGH... I didn't mean this when I said let's make a weapon." He grunted in a bad mood. Having to put disarming charms on the empty grenades. For each grenade, he had to send out 50 Expelliarmus charms, and it was exhausting for even him.
"THIS IS IT! 20 grenades should be enough for now. I don't have any more energy left." He breathed out and fell on his back.
*BEEP BEEP*
He took out his phone and checked, it was an SMS. The latest feature in the new mobile phones. It was going to be launched at the end of the year.
"Bobby is at New York, I wonder how much property he will be able to buy." He wondered lazily.
After resting for a minute, he went to see how the testing was going on. However, when he arrived there to see them, Severus and Ragnar were just happily sitting by a table and eating snacks.
"What the... why didn't you call me?" He asked angrily.
"We thought you'd be busy and didn't want to disturb." Ragnar defended while chewing on some french fries.
"Bull..." he noticed Grace coming. "Excrement... You just wanted to hog the food alone."
"Mag, sweetie, will you be going out today?" Grace asked him.
Magnus looked at his watch. "Yes, I got to meet some people at the palace. As I will be going to school the day after tomorrow."
"Then can you go to my office and bring me a file? Today is a holiday and I don't want to disturb my juniors. They have a family too after all." She requested.
"Of course, mum. Just tell someone at the hospital to keep it out for me. Sev and Rag, I'm going. You two better clean the room before finishing the experiments." He ordered them.
"WHAT? Why? Why do you get to go out and we have to work here?" Ragnar complained.
"CHAD! Give Rag another slap tonight in his sleep." He ordered the fat cat, sitting on Grace's shoulder and acting cute in hope of getting his sentence reduced.
"You two ate my fill of snacks. And I am going out for work too. I was also using my magic for hours. While you two were playing around with the bombs... what? You thought I didn't notice, huh." he said and walked out.
He actually didn't know they were playing, but since they did not say anything he guessed they were indeed playing, and this confusion led to his benefit.
He quickly changed his clothes and this time apparated with Abe to the palace since he needed to be quick. Before leaving for school, he needed to give the queen some instructions on what to do. He avoided talking to Prime Minister though because these were people with ever-changing interests and positions. Politicians were like rats, they would bite anything when they're hungry, even the hand that feeds them.
He took a seat inside the office that was now specifically designated for him since he visits the palace a lot and it's much convenient to call the Prime Minister directly here to talk about important things.
At the moment, the Prime Minister was winning a lot of respect and fame because of the handling of South Africa. However, Magnus hated him just for this reason. The man didn't even say it for once who was the biggest helper, the Royal Family. The food being sent to South Africa was bought from the Royal fund.
"I guess I should punish him for this disobedience. Hmm, when are the elections?" He wondered and started to brew something in his chaotic head.
After thinking for a few minutes, he planned to tell MEDA to maybe find a small scandal about him and let it slip out in the media. If he didn't help the royal family to increase the reputation then why should he let him increase his own?
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