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Chapter 457: 457. Scammed

"You know, Ragnar is working on a way to get my infertility fixed. Hopefully, in the future, we can further our family." Magnus said.

They were coiled together, naked as the day they were born. It was not something new to them. She rested her head on his chest, "Really? That's amazing. What do you want though? A son or a daughter?"

He laughed, "Honestly, at this point, anyone will do. As long as it's yours and mine. But, Emma, I want to adopt some orphanages around the world. I will also be their father Magnus and you will be Mother Emma."

She hugged him tightly, "I see no problem in that,"

"Good, now let's sleep. I've kept you awake for so long now," He caressed her hair, slowly making her close her eyes and fall asleep with a radiant satisfied smile plastered on her face.

...

Next Day,

"Are you sure you don't want to take anybody with you?" Grace asked Magnus.

With bags packed and ready to leave, Magnus and Emma stood near their car. "Mum, I'm the strongest wizard in the world right now. No need to worry. I want to do this with Emma. Going on a road trip with her to Europe, it's going to be a different experience. Apparating everywhere is not so fun."

Magnus put the luggage in the trunk of the car. It was a 1957 Ferrari 250 GT Spyder convertible. A nice classic and fast car. They are going to be staying all around Europe, they won't be travelling for too long so needing a car too luxurious was not their priority. And they could always use magic to make it more comfortable.

"Then, take care, okay? Emma, don't let him do something stupid again," Grace said.

Emma chuckled, "Of course, mum. I will keep him in my sight at all times,"

The three little gremlins were sad however, they too wanted to go. Magnus kissed them bye, "Don't make long faces. You will be joining me next month. Our whole family will play. Also, you still have Ragnar to play with. Look at his hair, they're growing too much, pull them and make him bald."

"That's my style," Ragnar defended his fashion.

"Sure, that's hippie fashion. Okay, take care, everyone. Mum, take care, if anything emergency arises, you know how to contact me." He hugged his mother and jumped into the car.

Emma soon followed. He stepped on the pedal and zoomed out of the Palace grounds. He had cast a charm to stay unnoticed on themselves and not the car since doing that would make others slam into them.

Magnus had learnt his lesson a few years ago, it was like playing bumper cars where only he was the target.

"Turn on the radio, husband." Emma requested as she lazed in her seat reclined back.

He chuckled, "Why are you calling me that? Just call me Mag like always."

"I don't know, whenever I call you husband I get butterflies in my stomach. I love the feeling." She replied, giggling.

"Well, take my advice. If you call me that all the time, you will stop getting those butterflies forever. So keep it rare and meaningful. Now stop lazing around and show me the damn map. I have never driven a car so far." He slapped her thighs to wake her up.

"Ugh... Can't you make something like... A satellite-guided device to tell roads?" She grunted and got to work.

But Magnus felt the idea stick, "Nice, I can genuinely capitalise on this."

"Here goes my lovely capitalist dragon."

...

They continued on their journey. Crossing the Channel tunnel, they arrived in France. They headed straight to Paris but stopped outside the city to see the Palace of Versailles.

Magnus being the King of Britain could see any place he wanted. He was a VVIP. But, his face didn't look so good at the moment.

"What's the matter? You don't like this place?" She inquired.

He just shrugged, "Nah, I just, don't feel so good around my neck. This place has a bloody history, Emma. This used to be the home of the French royal family, before the revolution in which they all were killed, the king got his head chopped on the guillotine."

"Pfft... I understand now. Honestly, how the British royal family survive, it's a wonder." She laughed.

"Oh, we survived because of the colonies and the start of the industrial revolution. The French, well, their rulers were too unkind to the peasants. Anyway, let's go and see the Eiffel tower. Paris, they say it's the most romantic city in the world." Magnus cheered.

Although they had previously been to France, the visit was limited to the wizarding school.

"Really, now you've got my hopes up. If there are city rats and it didn't smell like roses everywhere, I'd be disappointed." She muttered.

Magnus sighed and drove towards disappointment. He knew about the city. Sure, it's the city of romance if you're rich enough. To experience the charm, you need fat pockets. In his opinion, one could have a much better romantic experience in any Mediterranean sea-facing town or city.

As expected, Emma grunted, "This is it? Is this giant pointy metal dick of France the most romantic place?"

Well, of course, it wasn't pleasing with hundreds of tourists everywhere, trying to click photos.

"Young man, can you click a photo of my family?" Out of nowhere, a man asked Magnus. From the way he spoke, it seemed he was from the Middle East.

Emma laughed heartily as he clicked the photo. Of course, they didn't recognise him due to magic.

"Here, where are you from though?" He asked, just feeling interested.

The man happily talked, "I am Akbarkhan, from Afghanistan."

That made him raise a brow, "How's everything in Afghanistan? I heard the Soviets have invaded?"

Shockingly, the man smiled, "It's tough, but god bless the Americans and the British. They drop food from their planes every day all around the country. Children and old people don't have to sleep hungry while their sons fight."

He nodded and moved away. ~Hmm, I didn't know we were sending humanitarian aid.~

"Come on, can you not for a day think about work?" Emma pulled his hand.

"Sorry sorry, let's get the photo clicked," Magnus called a man over who was roaming around offering photos to be clicked.

"10 francs a photo." The man said.

He agreed. He held Emma's waist and posed. They posed differently to get 10 photos. But then Magnus realised he fell into a scam.

"That's 250 francs." The man said.

Magnus scowled, "We only got 10 photos clicked."

"You should've said that before. I clicked 25 photos. I used my reel. Now please pay the money. 100 more if you want them all printed." The man looked smug, feeling the triumph of once again trapping a tourist.

Emma looked at Magnus' annoyed face. She held her laughter, how often do you get to see a greedy dragon scammed?

A few minutes later, Magnus and Emma walked away with a nice camera and a thousand francs. The cameraman had forgotten what he was doing, probably some medical condition.

Emma and Magnus went to the top of the tower, to the restaurant. They have a fine lunch there by the window side.

But then Emma asked something, "The view of the city is so amazing from here. Is there a place to stay the night on this tower? I would love to see the city lights."

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Chapter 458: 458. Not A Normal Vaccation

Magnus remembered that the maker of the tower, Gustave Eiffel, had also built a secret apartment. But it was closed permanently since the old man was dead. But Magnus was on this trip to make Emma happy, and that's what she will get.

"There is one apartment, but it's closed. However, for you, I can literally pluck the moon. Just wait, someone will come to greet us on their own." Magnus replied and secretly waved his wand.

Immediately the magic that kept them unrecognised was gone. "Excuse me, can I have more wine?" Magnus called the waiter.

In a single glance, he noticed the eyes of the waiter widening. Even the other guests had their jaws hanging open. But the place Magnus was known to be highly expensive, hence none came to bother him.

Except for the restaurant manager. The man came smiling happily. Magnus usually used magical means to travel around the world and conduct his business, although he had travelled the world, officially he rarely left the nation.

Now, he was the most famous human on the planet, the richest too possibly.

"Your majesty, we were not informed of your visit, or we could have prepared well." The manager tried to sound as respectful as possible.

Magnus waved his hand, "No problem. The food is delightful. The view is also charming. I'm on a personal trip so there isn't much buzz. By the way, can I meet with someone from the Société d'Exploitation de la Tour Eiffe?"

The man frantically waved his hand towards his assistant at the back, as if shooing him away.

"Of course, your Majesty. If I may, I would like to suggest that you take the seats at our State Guest table in the restricted section. You can have better privacy and view there." The manager said.

Magnus noticed the people around him enviously watching. He sighed and denied, "It's okay, maybe next time when I come with the whole family. And honestly, sitting with people around gives a better natural experience. We're already done with dinner anyway."

"Please, then the dessert is on the house. And... If you don't mind, can we take a picture for the wall of fame?" The manager asked him.

He looked at Emma for her approval. She nodded with no care. "Sure."

This was how Magnus and Emma got their photo immortalised in the Eiffel Tower. One day, the photo will be placed in the museum that will be made in the tower. The value of the photo will be priceless.

Soon, someone from the managing department came to talk with Magnus. Since he was a man of extremely high status, the man sent was a managing director.

They talked in private this time. He plainly requested, "I want to live for the night in Gustave's room."

The man got nervous, "Ah, sir. We don't let anyone enter there anymore. It's restricted to all people. You can see it, however, but living will be impossible. We are going to make it a museum soon."

Magnus sighed and took out his phone. He called the Minister for Magic of France. "Yes, Louis, I'm in Paris with my wife for our honeymoon. I want to stay a night at Gustave's apartment."

The minister on the other side cursed the managing staff, "Those damn morons. Your Majesty, it was your teacher, Nicolas Flamel who funded the tower's creation. He still owns the landmark, but has leased it to the Paris government for 1000 years. So of course you can stay there, I don't want Flamel to get annoyed and sell that tower for scraps. Please wait there."

Hearing the story, Magnus didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He just wanted to stay the night here, not put the existence of the poor tower at risk.

Soon, the phone of the manager rang and he nodded. Magnus nodded for different reasons. FutureTek had captured 90% of the mobile phone market already. Nearly every phone out there was a model from his company. It was satisfying to see.

"The development company has agreed. I will go and bring the keys."

Magnus thanked, "Good, I will make a donation of 10 million dollars to your company. Paint the tower or something with it if you want."

Feeling awkward, the managing director headed out. Next, the restaurant manager returned. Sir, I will be organising room service for your secret stay. Would you like to order something specific for the dinner that needs preparing?"

Magnus allowed Emma to request, "Umm, just make the best juicy steak you can, we like it done medium, by the way. Get the best wine you can, also some desserts. Ummm... A few local snacks too for the night, and do you have weed..."

Magnus quickly interrupted before she could complete say her words, "Yes, wedding heart-shaped balloons... Actually, forget that part. Just arrange the food."

Once the manager was gone, he glared at her, "Damn girl, you want to destroy my name or something?"

She laughed uncontrollably, "Come on, I was going to say something else."

...

That night, Magnus made sure there were no surveillance instruments in the apartment first. Then charmed the place with magic to stop anyone from spying.

They stood outside their apartment and looked at the beautiful city, shining with lights.

"Now this is beautiful and romantic," Emma muttered.

He agreed and hugged her from behind, "Yup, it was really worth it. You know, we could've just asked Duck to come and fly on his back."

"Oh, he's such a baby. He would've asked to sleep near us and we don't have that much space. But we will make it up to him later by living in Camelot." She lovingly said. Duck was truly a baby as he called them mum and dad already. The big boy was on cloud nine after Magnus married. Grandma Martha told them that for a whole day Duck flew across the entire Camelot island and told everyone he had a mum now.

"Let's go to sleep now, I gotta drive tomorrow." He retreated.

She chuckled, "Oh you, I know exactly what kind of sleeping you want."

...

The night spent on the Eiffel tower was wonderful. Especially seeing the sunrise in the morning.

But they had to go now. Funny enough, he found a parking ticket on his car. He forgot to pay up yesterday.

But who cared? He got in and headed to the small Principality of Monaco, a sovereign city-state. It was a highly rich region with most of its population being high-income. Though their population was just a few thousand.

Most of the money the people made was from tourism, expensive and rich-class tourism to be exact. People came there on their big yachts or helicopters to spend money and pamper themselves.

Magnus had already bought a house on a hill with an amazing view of the coastal city and the sea. It was big enough for his family that will join next month.

...

"Ah, finally." Magnus drove the car into the property and parked. He got out and stretched his back, it was the best feeling in the world.

Emma too did the same. She was wearing a loose white shirt and a black skirt slightly shorter than her knee. He admired the view. It was still November so the temperature had not fallen that low.

"I wanna take a bath in the pool. Girl, get your swimsuit out." He started to unbutton his shirt.

She grinned, "Oh, but I was thinking of maybe... Bathing in my birthsuit."

Magnus waved his wand to ensure there was nobody around. "Well, that's even better. I'll be waiting."

Without waiting he ran to the swimming pool and jumped in. The pool was in a location where you can have the best view of the city and sea.

Soon Emma joined and they drank and ate merrily. Then followed some fun activities, they had never done it in a pool and let's just say, they enjoyed the new experience.

...

It was time to relax. Magnus called for house service that evening. From cooks to waiters and even some Masseuse.

Magnus and Emma were laying on the massage table while two women worked on them masterfully. He was paying them triple the money just because he was enjoying his time.

*Bang*

But then he heard loud thunder, "Ugh... Is it going to rain? I wanted to swim in the pool again and see the city lights."

"Sweet, I always wanted to swim in rain," Emma was as crazy as always.

An hour later they dressed up for dinner, cooked by the best chefs in the city, but how can their day be normal?

"Sir, there's a situation outside. A woman is here to meet you, she says she won't leave unless you see her. She has a little baby with her." The waiter entered and informed.

Magnus looked at Emma, confused. In normal circumstances, a woman would feel it was something to do with cheating, but she knows Magnus' poor little dragon couldn't breathe healthy fire.

"Who even knows I'm here?" He wondered and walked to the front door. It was still raining heavily outside. Emma followed behind.

"Who's here to spoil my night an..." He paused as soon as he opened the door.

There sat a blonde woman on the ground, looking pathetic, but still having the charm of the mature beauty of a high-class lady. Despite her dishevelled hair, she looked good. But there were dark circles under her blue eyes, her clothes looking dirty and oversized, her body seemed malnutritioned.

But there was no pity or sympathy in Magnus' eyes. He looked at the woman on the ground in an angry gaze, rain now falling on both. "Why have you come here now, Narcissa?"

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