Breaking News!Shog End to an Era! Notorious Criminal and Ex-High orvain Falls in a Duel—The Truth Behind His Demise!

  Breakihe 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!

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

  Bam!

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

  The woman smmed her neer onto the table, the loud artling the man beside her and nearly making him choke on his food.

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

  Across from her, the other man showed ion to the little ruckus. He sat rexed, a faint smirk on his lips, and slowly lowered the neer he was reading. He then shot a g the neer uhe 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, catg his breath as he too g the neer 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 't evehe name right... Bloody Raven? Seriously?"

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

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

  Maverick chuckled again, tossing the paper aside like it was nothing. "o waste your energy on a little bug," he said with a shrug, his tone dismissive. He leaned back to sit more fortably, then raised a brow at the two across from him. "So... did we get the rea we wanted?"

  The two magus exged a gnce before nodding.

  "A lot of the neers around the world were fine. But a few did bel you as Grindelwald's sed ing..." Aisha huffed, then added, "But overall, everythi as pnned."

  "I agree," Ali chimed in. "Your teacher works fast, Maverick. The duel was just st 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 reas only make it better... Anyway, now the world knows about the mysterious Bloodraven, a powerful Marquis just below the Seven Kings. oal is aplished."

  He paused, then gnced betweewo of them. "Let's talk about your arras ..."

  Ali and Aisha nodded seriously, knowing this was ing. While they had been there during the versatioween Maverid Edward st night, they wereirely sure of the roles they were meant to py in all of it.

  Maverick paused for a moment, colleg his thoughts, then began to y out his vision.

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

  , he moved on to the roles they would py in ung his business. Step by step, he expihe meticulous pn he had crafted—c everything from their responsibilities to recruitment and resources.

  It was a detailed roadmap, c everything and enough to make them ualy what was expected of them.

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

  It wasn't the full training he had phat would e ter, once he took a break and finished up everything with the Alchemist Guild.

  ....

  Time passed quietly. Winter's snow gave way t, and soon, the warmth of summer arrived, the sun shining brightly overhead.

  The sharp sound of an arm broke the stillness of a room where a young man y sprawled across a king-sized bed. His dark hair, messy and stig out in all dires, framed his face. Dressed in nothing but simple shorts, he slowly rubbed his eyes, stretched zily, and yawned befng around.

  The room acious, around 20 by 20 feet, with soft, warm lightily 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 firepce added a cozy touch to the modern decor.

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

  A quick shower ter, he dressed in a loose white shirt and bck pants. A small mae on the bedside table hummed softly, resembling a coffee maker. He bre, sav the rich aroma as it filled the room.

  With the cup in hand, he walked to the window and stepped out onto the small baly. The air greeted him, aook 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 approag.

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

  "Who, whooo, who...hoaaa..."

  "Shisui... e here..." he called softly.

  A beautiful bck owl nded gracefully on the railing in front of him. Mavericed at his trusted panion aly rubbed its head. He noticed a rolled-up piece of paper tied to its feet and carefully u, taking it from the bird.

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

  The owl hooted softly and began peg at the food, while Maverirolled the paper and read its tents. A small smile tugged at his lips as he finished reading, then g his watch.

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

  A few mier, once his coffee was finished, he headed inside again, pced 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 aor.

  He stepped in, and the door closed behind him.

  Moments ter, the door opened again, revealing a spacious room. Shelves lihe walls, ly filled with various gadgets. The lights inside were dim, casting a soft glow over the aems. Maverick walked toward a door across from him, situated between two gss windows that offered a view of the street outside.

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

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

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

  He began walking at a rexed pace toward the entrao the alley. The handful of people moving up and dowreet seemed to pletely 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. Uhe 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 entrahat led to the empty courtyard, tinuing until he reached the bar area. There, he celed the "Notice-Me-Not" charm he had pced on himself.

  He goward the ter, where the bar owom, stood wiping a gss. At the long tables, only three people were having breakfast, their eyes glued to stacks of papers—today's news, most likely.

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

  "Master Caesar..."

  He heard the familiar voice call his om, with his stra warm smile, walked over to him.

  "Mr. Tom," Maverick smiled back. "'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, e and have a seat." He walked over to one of the square tables he er.

  Maverick followed him, but before sitting down, he asked, "Mr. Tom, I'd like to use your firepce," 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 ected to most of the pces in the British wizarding unity. May I ask where, just to make sure the work has the link?"

  Maveriodded. "Vice-Headmistress Magall's office. I have an appoi with her today, and in her note, she asked me to take the firepce here, which has a work link to her offi Hogwarts."

  "Ah, Minerva... Of course, her office—you 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 turo prepare the order.

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

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

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

  Ba London, most of his time ent with his new sister, Sarah. Though she seemed a bit down at first—uandably, 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, pelling excuse and, of course, a little help from his mother, he mao cheer her up.

  Thanks to Michael, taking care of her identity wasn't an issue, and Sarah had bee an official Caesar, eveo start school iember 1991.

  During the short break at home, he made it a priority to help Sarah gaier trol over her powers, ensuring there were minimal ces for acts—even in the worst-case sario. 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 versation with his family. He answered all their questions and reassured them that, despite being busy in the ing months, he would show up often—or at least whenever he was free.

  , 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 hat being a Master Alchemist isn't something just anyone achieve. Evear Alchemist exam requires specific qualifications before it be attempted.

  Fortunately, he had two highly iial teachers bag 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 earhe respected title of Master Alchemist—one of only ten in the world, now including himself. Even more impressively, he became the youo ever achieve the title.

  tally, the day he earhe title of Master Alchemist also happeo be the first day of the new year. As a result, the first headline of the year sent shockwaves through the magical world, leaving tless 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 fshback.

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

  Tom nodded in uanding. "Is that so... please do take care of your health..." he said in an oddly ed tone, before pg the ptes oable, a final nod, and walking away.

  Oom had left, Maverick settled bato his chair a out a deep sigh. He wasn't wrong earlier—he was iired. It wasn't just from st 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 iment. With his support, along with Ali and Aisha's assistance, he successfully recruited skilled individuals and began the manufacturing process.

  Mass produ hadn't been difficult either. Although he had been just a teenager wheransmigrated, he still had some limited knowledge of modern produ teiques from 2024. bined with today's Muggle bor efficy methods, it was enough to get the job done.

  His alchemical creations were not plicated 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 cked the ideas.

  Now, his brand had bee something ficals 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 pce. They were pure runic alchemy.

  Ohe pleted products were introduced, Maverick was fident that no other brand would be able to e close to him.

  Today, his brand had expao Frand, finally, to Britain, in addition to the Uates. Even here, ihe bar, Maverick could see that the light sources, only powered by dle fmes, were now repced by the gadgets his business had introduced.

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

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

  Just a week ago, he had sent Minerva Magall the book he wrote on introdug the basics of suggle studies. It hadn't been difficult. During his travels, he had e across wizarding schools that taught more modern sce, and he simply collected their teag tent.

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

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

  After finishing his breakfast and notig the appoiime had e, he made his way to the firepside the pub. Grabbing a handful of magical powder, he whispered softly, "Office of the Deputy Headmistress Magall, Hogwarts..."

  With a fsh of green fmes, he disappeared from the spot.

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  Author's note:

  Just a quick update — up to Chapter 94 is already avaible on P AT r30n!

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