Harry Potter: Blood of the Dragon

Chapter 319 - 319. Poor Old Man

It was the New Year. The whole world was in the mood for celebrations. Be it a country that celebrated it or not, all countries at least did some decorations on this day.

The celebrations in South Africa were particularly in focus, as they were saying it was their first Christmas and New Year as a truly free country in its history. So the people were celebrating a lot.

Magnus was also being named a lot here and there. The reason was Dragon Holdings. This company was the one that was publicised as the one that was providing much cheap food and free food services to the poor as well as consulting services for people to find jobs.

So, people were grateful. And adding Nelson Mandela also recognising Magnus' efforts to help their country, the people just loved him. Now all that was needed for this nation was to have good policies and no corruption. Something impossible, but not when Magnus had literally put guns behind people's backs.

...

Magnus was with his family, the New Year had many grand parties going on around the country. There was one in Buckingham Palace too. But he didn't go, as he wanted to spend time with his family.

All parties didn't matter to him anyway. It was the people who wanted to get close to him, not the other way around. And if there was any group of people talking against him, he would know it anyway and deal with them.

"Chad, be careful. Never raise your claws near the babies. Always keep your soft chubby paws out." Magnus patted Chad, who sat on his lap and lazed.

They were all sitting on nice recliner couches that also gave massages. A sweet relaxing aroma was present, magically induced to make them feel like they were in their favourite climate, be it any.

Magnus also had his little sister, Clementia, in his arms, tucked in a blanket like a burrito. Adam held Aurelia and Ragnar held his little brother, Maximus. Grace was free and relaxing. The television was showing the night programmes and news. The fireplace gave them nice heat.

Martha was flying around in the kitchen, cooking the New Year Meal, as she said she wanted to prepare a special one, in the name of welcoming the babies.

"This is so relaxing," Grace muttered and melted in her seat. Abe was giving her scalp a massage.

"Thanks, lady Grace." Abe accepted the words of praise.

Ragnar chuckled, "I bet this is the first time mum is relaxing like this in years. But now this will be an occurrence every year."

Magnus agreed, "We're going on a nice long holiday in the summer anyway. First, we will head to the United States, then we will go to Bhutan, a nice green mountainous country in the lap of the Himalayas. And if everything goes right, we might even make a short official visit to Zimbabwe."

"Hmm... Bhutan?" Grace muttered.

"Why not Bhutan? Well, it's an absolute Monarchy. There is a ban on television. You can say that it is not connected with the world. It's the best place to relax for us, a family that is followed by folks with cameras everywhere." Magnus explained.

It made sense to them. Even in the United States, they will be followed everywhere unless they use magic.

That evening, all of them just lazed around.

...

New Year was gone, it was 1974, a new year for the country because Magnus had already started to heavily change the history of the nation. Where it was supposed to be just another European country that acted like the little brother of America, now it was rising again.

With the right policies and more freedom to education and business, lots of millionaires were appearing. Magnus' firm, Dragon Holdings, was also an angel investor group, headed by Bobby. Their job was to find any national start-ups that had a future. And nearly all of the tech-related start-ups had Magnus' funding in them today. They were also slowly looking at start-ups in the United States.

Such an environment helped the country a lot and slowly a new region called a special economic zone for technology was proposed by the government, FutureTek and Dragon Holdings. This was basically the Silicon Valley of the United Kingdom. It will be developed with a partnership between Magnus and the government. So, in the end, Dragon Holdings and FutureTek ended up owning 60% of the city. The rest was owned by the British Government.

And surely, it couldn't be situated in London, as the city was full already. So they selected a nice seaside port city called Plymouth. Plymouth was a port city in Devon, southwest England. It had a nice harbour where ships could dock. It could be made bigger later for more ships. This made it easier to trade.

FutureTek, Medtronic, AMD, Intel, Daily Mart, FT Motors, Eternal Energy Solutions and many more tech companies opened their large offices there. Some even bought large warehouses to do light production. The city would mostly be about tech-oriented development and not an industrial city.

But at last, it was time to return to Hogwarts. But no matter where Magnus was, he already set elaborate plans and his competent people made sure his agenda was always being followed at full speed.

"MOM, Where is Summer's cage?" Ragnar looked around the house.

"Accio Summer's cage." Magnus cast the charm quickly as he tied his tie.

"Chad, you're coming as well. Summer gets lonely without you. And now that mum has three little bundles of joy, she doesn't need you anymore." Magnus told the kitty.

Chad, as if heartbroken, looked at Grace with big cute eyes, as if asking, "Mom, you don't love me anymore?"

The attack seems to have worked. Grace quickly picked him up and hugged him tight, "Aww... I can never not love you, my fluffy goofy potato. Don't mind Magnus, he says mean things to you as a joke."

"Meow," Chad nodded and left a kiss on Grace's cheek. It was less of a kiss and more of a boop on his nose by her cheek.

Soon, Chad was cheered up and followed Magnus to enter his temporary cage. Magnus then flicked his wand and all his luggage got packed in the bags.

"Let's go, Rag." Magnus was ready. Today, Grace and Adam will not be coming along. Magnus had worked hard to make them agree, as this was for their own good and safety. Besides, the media follows them too much. Magnus and Ragnar would be going through the apparition, something that Magnus had mastered to an extent. He still couldn't go too far though. But reaching the station was easy.

"Take care, my sweetlings. I wonder if the new trio will also be wizards someday and go away like you. Ah... it will be tough on my heart." She complained and kissed their foreheads.

But Magnus' eyes shined, as did Ragnar's. And just like that, another competition started among them.

"I'M GONNA MAKE THEM THE BEST POTIONEER IN THE WORLD!" Ragnar said.

"NO! I'M GONNA MAKE THEM THE BEST CHARMS SPECIALIST!" Magnus argued.

*POP*

Magnus apparated away with Ragnar while they were bickering. Grace just chuckled and went to check on the triplets.

...

Hogwarts,

Dumbledore was ready and happy for the resumption of the school. Nothing major happened and Magnus' side was also pretty normal. It was a good day in his books whenever nothing happens that either shakes the magical world or the muggle world.

He knew that by now Magnus was on the train and nothing could happen anymore until he arrived at the school.

"Ah... it's a good day, Fawkes. How is your family, wherever it lives?" Dumbledore asked his friend.

"REEEEE..." Fawkes replied.

"Understandable," Dumbledore said, though he understood nothing at all.

*SIP*

He just drank his lemon tea and ate the lemon-drop candies. His favourite sweet was this candy, he just couldn't get enough of it.

"OYE... HAVE YOU SEEN MY PACKAGE?" Arthur suddenly appeared in one of the pictures.

"What package? What did you order?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Nothing, just some Wizard Drugs mixed in Lemon-drops. I was going to gift them to the French president." Arthur revealed as if it was nothing.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Dumbledore suddenly had a very bad premonition and he looked down at his tea and the small plate full of lemon drops.

Arthur noticed something and burst into crazed laughter, "BWAHAHAHAHA... F*CK! YOU ATE THEM? GOOD GOD! LOOK AT YOUR FACE, MAN. YOUR EYES!"

Dumbledore quickly brought up a mirror and looked at himself. He didn't like what he saw. It looked as if he was stung by a bee near his eyes. Terror grew in his heart, as he saw the clock, and the time for dinner was arriving.

~Why did I jinx myself by calling it a good day?~ he cursed himself silently.

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