Harry Potter : Bloodraven

Chapter 39: Ideas in Motion (CH - 59)



Breaking News!

Shocking End to an Era! Notorious Criminal and Ex-High Councilor Morvain Falls in a Duel—The Truth Behind His Demise!

Breaking News!

The Duel That Leveled a Mountain! Wizarding World Stunned by the Unimaginable Power Unleashed!

Breaking News!

A New Dark Lord Emerges? Fiendfyre Mastered by "The Bloody Raven" Sparks Global Panic! Is Grindelwald's Legacy Returning? History on the Brink of Repetition!

Breaking News!...

.....

Two men and a woman sat around a table, eating what looked like a simple English breakfast. The quiet clinking of cutlery and the rustling of newspapers were the only sounds in the room—until a loud slam broke the calm.

Bam!

"Who does this Skeeter woman think she is? Grindelwald? A third Dark Lord? What nonsense!"

The woman slammed her newspaper onto the table, the loud noise startling the man beside her and nearly making him choke on his food.

He quickly grabbed the cup in front of him, drained it, then set it down with a thud while shooting her an annoyed look.

Across from her, the other man showed no reaction to the little ruckus. He sat relaxed, a faint smirk on his lips, and slowly lowered the newspaper he was reading. He then shot a glance at the newspaper under the woman's hand.

It was clear that whatever she had read had gotten under her skin, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious as well.

"The London Daily Prophet?" Ali asked, catching his breath as he too glanced at the newspaper under Aisha's hand.

"Trash," Aisha snapped, her tone dripping with anger. "She's just making things up, calling the boss the Third Dark Lord." She paused, clearly more irritated. "And the bitch can't even get the name right... Bloody Raven? Seriously?"

The man across from her chuckled softly, flicking his finger as the crumpled paper slid effortlessly toward him. "Skeeter, huh? Quite the master of her craft," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Master?" Aisha asked, turning toward him. "Boss, are you okay?"

Maverick chuckled again, tossing the paper aside like it was nothing. "No need to waste your energy on a little bug," he said with a shrug, his tone dismissive. He leaned back to sit more comfortably, then raised a brow at the two across from him. "So... did we get the reaction we wanted?"

The two magus exchanged a glance before nodding.

"A lot of the newspapers around the world were fine. But a few did label you as Grindelwald's second coming..." Aisha huffed, then added, "But overall, everything went as planned."

"I agree," Ali chimed in. "Your teacher works fast, Maverick. The duel was just last night, and somehow, he got the pictures and news sent to all of them in time to make it into today's headlines..."

Maverick hummed thoughtfully. "Teacher has his ways. And the mixed reactions only make it better... Anyway, now the world knows about the mysterious Bloodraven, a powerful Marquis just below the Seven Kings. Our goal is accomplished."

He paused, then glanced between the two of them. "Let's talk about your arrangements next..."

Ali and Aisha nodded seriously, knowing this was coming. While they had been there during the conversation between Maverick and Edward last night, they weren't entirely sure of the roles they were meant to play in all of it.

Maverick paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, then began to lay out his vision.

For Ali and Aisha, he had big plans. He started by outlining their individual training regimens, each one tailored to suit their strengths and weaknesses.

Next, he moved on to the roles they would play in launching his business. Step by step, he explained the meticulous plan he had crafted—covering everything from their responsibilities to recruitment and resources.

It was a detailed roadmap, covering everything and enough to make them understand exactly what was expected of them.

Over the next few days, his focus remained mainly on healing, though he still found time to teach the two magus some practical magic that was new to them.

It wasn't the full training he had planned—that would come later, once he took a break and finished up everything with the Alchemist Guild.

....

Time passed quietly. Winter's snow gave way to spring, and soon, the warmth of summer arrived, the sun shining brightly overhead.

The sharp sound of an alarm broke the stillness of a room where a young man lay sprawled across a king-sized bed. His dark hair, messy and sticking out in all directions, framed his face. Dressed in nothing but simple shorts, he slowly rubbed his eyes, stretched lazily, and yawned before glancing around.

The room was spacious, around 20 by 20 feet, with soft, warm lighting gently glowing from the ceiling. Along one wall, a sleek wardrobe and a tidy dressing table stood. Two doors were set into the walls—one likely leading to the bathroom, the other to the outside. Across from the bed, a tall fireplace added a cozy touch to the modern decor.

He grabbed a small remote from the bedside table and pointed it toward the corner of the room. A soft beep echoed as he pressed a button, making an unseen adjustment. After stretching again, he climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

A quick shower later, he dressed in a loose white shirt and black pants. A small machine on the bedside table hummed softly, resembling a coffee maker. He brewed a cup, savoring the rich aroma as it filled the room.

With the cup in hand, he walked to the window and stepped out onto the small balcony. The cool morning air greeted him, and he took a deep breath. The rising sun bathed the world in shades of gold, casting a soft, glowing light over everything.

Below, the street was just beginning to stir. Maverick stood there, sipping his coffee and enjoying the calm, when he sensed something approaching.

He turned his head slightly to the right, and a small smile formed on his lips.

"Who, whooo, who...

Who-who-whoaaa..."

"Shisui... come here..." he called softly.

A beautiful black owl landed gracefully on the railing in front of him. Maverick glanced at his trusted companion and gently rubbed its head. He noticed a rolled-up piece of paper tied to its feet and carefully untied it, taking it from the bird.

"Give me a second, buddy..." he murmured as he pocketed the piece of paper and went inside. A few moments later, he returned, carrying a plate and a cup of water, presumably for his feathered friend.

The owl hooted softly and began pecking at the food, while Maverick unrolled the paper and read its contents. A small smile tugged at his lips as he finished reading, then glanced at his watch.

It seemed whatever was on the paper wasn't urgent, as his expression relaxed. He stood there, watching his bird companion enjoy its meal while he too savored his coffee, taking his time.

A few minutes later, once his coffee was finished, he headed inside again, placed the empty cup on the side table, and walked to the other door.

Instead of a doorknob, there was a button on the wall beside it, which he pressed. With a soft ding, the door slid open—not to a hallway or the outside, but to the inside of an elevator.

He stepped in, and the door closed behind him.

Moments later, the door opened again, revealing a spacious room. Shelves lined the walls, neatly filled with various gadgets. The lights inside were dim, casting a soft glow over the organized items. Maverick walked toward a door across from him, situated between two glass windows that offered a view of the street outside.

After stepping out, he closed the door behind him with a soft click, presumably locking it. A sign on the door read "Closed," indicating that it was a shop.

The street, which had seemed empty when he looked down from the balcony earlier, was now beginning to bustle. People were emerging from different doors, while others walked up and down the street. After all, Diagon Alley was rarely quiet between sunrise and sunset.

The building he stepped out of was nestled between Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and a magical instrument shop, directly across from Flourish and Blotts stationery shop. It was a prime location, one he had managed to secure after paying a hefty sum of Galleons to the previous owner.

He began walking at a relaxed pace toward the entrance to the alley. The handful of people moving up and down the street seemed to completely ignore him, as if he were invisible—and in a way, he was.

Before stepping out, he had cast a variation of the "Notice-Me-Not" charm, a trick he had picked up during his time in Japan. Unlike the standard version, this one worked on both wizards and Muggles, making it incredibly useful.

The walk was short—just five minutes—and before long, he arrived at his destination: the back of the Leaky Cauldron.

He didn't stop and walked through the magical entrance that led to the empty courtyard, continuing until he reached the bar area. There, he canceled the "Notice-Me-Not" charm he had placed on himself.

He glanced toward the counter, where the bar owner, Tom, stood wiping a glass. At the long tables, only three people were having breakfast, their eyes glued to stacks of papers—today's news, most likely.

The place wasn't as bustling as usual, still too early in the morning for the usual crowd.

"Master Caesar..."

He heard the familiar voice call his name. Tom, with his strange yet warm smile, walked over to him.

"Mr. Tom," Maverick smiled back. "Can't you just call me Maverick like you used to?"

Tom shook his head, but the smile never faded. "How dare I address a master alchemist so informally," he said, gesturing. "Please, come and have a seat." He walked over to one of the square tables near the corner.

Maverick followed him, but before sitting down, he asked, "Mr. Tom, I'd like to use your fireplace," raising his watch to check the time. "In about half an hour, please."

Tom gave him a brief, puzzled look before nodding. "Of course. The Leaky Cauldron is connected to most of the places in the British wizarding community. May I ask where, just to make sure the network has the link?"

Maverick nodded. "Vice-Headmistress McGonagall's office. I have an appointment with her today, and in her note, she asked me to take the fireplace here, which has a network link to her office in Hogwarts."

"Ah, Minerva... Of course, her office—you can get there," Tom responded.

"Since I have some time still, I'd like to order a standard breakfast, please—like the usual—and today's paper, if you don't mind."

"Of course... Just one moment, and it'll be ready." Tom turned to prepare the order.

Once he left, Maverick leaned back a little more comfortably, his thoughts drifting back to the hectic past six months.

Yes, six months had passed since that day when Bloodraven's name had spread like wildfire throughout the magical world.

After the duel, Maverick spent a few days recovering, then decided it was time for a short break and headed home.

Back in London, most of his time was spent with his new sister, Sarah. Though she seemed a bit down at first—understandably, since he had disappeared for a few days right after taking her into his family—she didn't stay that way for long. After a good, compelling excuse and, of course, a little help from his mother, he managed to cheer her up.

Thanks to Michael, taking care of her identity wasn't an issue, and Sarah had become an official Caesar, even set to start school in September 1991.

During the short break at home, he made it a priority to help Sarah gain better control over her powers, ensuring there were minimal chances for accidents—even in the worst-case scenario. He wasn't overly worried, though, as she was already more than capable of managing her abilities.

Before ending the break, he had a heart-to-heart conversation with his family. He answered all their questions and reassured them that, despite being busy in the coming months, he would show up often—or at least whenever he was free.

Next, he met with his teacher again. This time, Edward had brought along his alchemy mentor, Simon. Together, they headed to the Alchemist Guild to have his talent officially graded.

It's important to note that becoming a Master Alchemist isn't something just anyone can achieve. Even the Star Alchemist exam requires specific qualifications before it can be attempted.

Fortunately, he had two highly influential teachers backing him—one an ICW speaker, the other a Master Alchemist—making the process go smoothly.

Starting as an apprentice, he steadily progressed, step by step, until he finally earned the respected title of Master Alchemist—one of only ten in the world, now including himself. Even more impressively, he became the youngest to ever achieve the title.

Coincidentally, the day he earned the title of Master Alchemist also happened to be the first day of the new year. As a result, the first headline of the year sent shockwaves through the magical world, leaving countless people in disbelief.

"Master Caesar?"

"Master Caesar?"

Maverick was momentarily taken aback by the sudden call of his name. Instinctively, he spread his magical senses, but quickly retracted them, realizing it had only been a strange flashback.

Turning to the smiling man, he nodded. "Sorry, Mr. Tom... I had a long night and didn't get enough sleep."

Tom nodded in understanding. "Is that so... please do take care of your health..." he said in an oddly concerned tone, before placing the plates on the table, offering a final nod, and walking away.

Once Tom had left, Maverick settled back into his chair and let out a deep sigh. He wasn't wrong earlier—he was indeed tired. It wasn't just from last night; the past few months had been a whirlwind of work.

His business was starting to bloom in America. Maverick had applied all the modern-day marketing strategies he remembered, and his creations turned out to be an even bigger hit than he had anticipated.

Fortunately, Maverick had enough capital to start, thanks to his teacher's investment. With his support, along with Ali and Aisha's assistance, he successfully recruited skilled individuals and began the manufacturing process.

Mass production hadn't been difficult either. Although he had been just a teenager when he transmigrated, he still had some limited knowledge of modern production techniques from 2024. Combined with today's Muggle labor efficiency methods, it was enough to get the job done.

His alchemical creations were not complicated to make, and it wasn't that other master alchemists couldn't have produced them either. It was simply that their thinking was too outdated. They had the skills but lacked the ideas.

Now, his brand had become something for magicals of all levels, and because he was the first, he had the upper hand in capturing the market share.

More importantly, none of the current products released had his magic suppression crystals embedded because they didn't require electrical circuits in the first place. They were pure runic alchemy.

Once the completed products were introduced, Maverick was confident that no other brand would be able to come close to him.

Today, his brand had expanded to France and, finally, to Britain, in addition to the United States. Even here, inside the bar, Maverick could see that the light sources, once only powered by candle flames, were now replaced by the gadgets his business had introduced.

With Ali and Aisha managing everything, Maverick felt less concerned. Soon, he'd be able to leave everything to them and focus on other matters, with his role in the business solely centered around introducing new products.

Time passed slowly as Maverick finished his breakfast, and soon it was time for his appointment with Minerva McGonagall. It wasn't technically a job interview, as he hadn't even applied yet.

Just a week ago, he had sent Minerva McGonagall the book he wrote on introducing the basics of science to Muggle studies. It hadn't been difficult. During his travels, he had come across wizarding schools that taught more modern science, and he simply collected their teaching content.

Finally after mixing a bit from Muggle school books, he was able to complete the book relatively easily, even before his fight with Morvain six months ago.

It was only recently that he had owled it to her, and in just a week, she had asked for an appointment. If she weren't intrigued, she wouldn't have invited him directly to Hogwarts.

After finishing his breakfast and noticing the appointed time had come, he made his way to the fireplace inside the pub. Grabbing a handful of magical powder, he whispered softly, "Office of the Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, Hogwarts..."

With a flash of green flames, he disappeared from the spot.

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