Magnus woke up the next morning. Still feeling cold air touching his buttocks, he realised what had happened last night was real. He had truly achieved puberty. Not sothing to boast about, this just ant he was going to be attracted to the opposite sex in the future.
"Arthur, do you have a technique to ignore pretty females?" He inquired.
"Of course, I have plenty. The best one is to jerk off 5 tis a day. When there's nothing left in your balls, you won't feel the need to unload it into soone..." Arthur replied while making a face as if he was rembering the good old days.
Magnus nearly vomited, "What is wrong with you? You're talking to an 11-year-old kid. Eww... you are not the greatest king, you are the greatest pervert..." Magnus scolded Arthur.
He got up and went downstairs. It was his birthday and as always they were going to have a small feast.
"Mummy..." He happily gave a hug to his mom. Then to his dad.
"Happy birthday sweetie..." Grace lovingly ruffled his hair.
"Mag, you're growing too fast... Already reaching my chest." Adam noticed his height.
"Of course, it's pancake power." He jokingly replied, making Grace laugh.
"Mummy, I'm gonna help you cook today." He decided out of the blue.
"R-really? You don't want to read books?" She asked him, as that was usually what he did.
"I think I've read enough of them. I can easily pass high school if I want, mom." Magnus assuredly answered.
"That's so sweet. Co, I will show you how to cook a good al." She was overenthusiastic about it now.
Soon, Magnus was covered in the dough but it was all worth it. He really enjoyed it. In the end, he made himself so pancakes for breakfast. They were nowhere near as perfect as what his mom made but fruits of self labour were always sweet.
Later, he happily went back to his room to see if he could produce fire from his hand again.
He always kept a small cup filled with water in case he sses up and starts a fire.
He sat on his chair and this ti tried to create fire in both his palms. It took him a few minutes but he was indeed able to make a small amount of fire. He realised that he needed to focus a lot to do this.
"Maybe I should ditate or sothing to increase my focus. Now, let's see if I can make fire from my mouth and feet." He decided.
First, he tried it with his feet. Feet don't have as good blood circulation as other parts of the body so he was a bit sceptical that it would work.
*ZIP*
"SEE THAT? There was a spark. I guess I am still not strong enough to do this. Okay, let's try with the mouth."
"FOOOOOOO..."
"FOOOOOOOOOO..."
*COUGH COUGH*
"No, only smoke cos out. So just reaching 11 does not make you fully stronger. Well, I'll be having enough ti in the school." He thought to himself and stopped practising as he realised he had spent too much ti at it.
Soon, the doorbell rang and he ran downstairs, he knew it was most likely Bobby.
But when Bobby and Magnus ca to his room, Bobby quickly exclaid, "MAG... YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW..."
"What?" Magnus asked back.
"I... I was walking with my mom towards the bank when I noticed sothing strange in a telephone box. MAG, the man inside it went down from it as if it was an elevator... what the hell, MAG?" Bobby was nonstop speaking.
"Hmm... did they see you watching them?" Magnus asked.
"No, I was looking at them from inside the Bank, through the window. There were two people, one with long blond hair and the other with dark." Bobby revealed.
"Hm, they could be anything, the magical people or so intelligence agency. Don't talk about this to anyone, Bobby. When I will get into the new school, I will learn about all this. But, make sure you don't get your mory wiped after being caught." He warned him.
Bobby nodded, he didn't want any trouble. "I won't. Oh, Happy birthday,"
"Haha, now you rember why you ca here? Well, I got sothing to show you. Look at my palm." He showed off his flas.
"WOOOOAAAAH... that's so cool. You can cook the food right on your hands now, no need to pay for cooking gas." Bobby exclaid with joy.
Magnus' brows furrowed, "Yes, we can do that. But I can also use it to fight."
When he heard that, Bobby's face fell, "You will go away this year. I will get really bored."
*Pat Pat*
Magnus patted his shoulder and said, "No, Bobby. This is your chance. Beco the best in studies and assert dominance over all students. Create your own gang of followers, of those who are smart, athletic, with influential family background. I'm sure it will benefit you later a lot. Also, when we both will start a business in the future, we can use all these connections and followers."
Bobby nodded. "Where did you read all this stuff?"
"Well, Sirius left a dumb book with . It was about the Theory of blood purity. It was all racist literature but the only good thing in it I found was that the smartest and the strongest rules the lesser smartest and strongest. So, I thought that even if we want to do good, we must beco apex leaders." Magnus explained.
Bobby's jaw hung open, "Wicked, but I'm not as good as you, so you're gonna have to help every once in a while."
"Of course, we are brothers for life, Bobby. I will also need to earn a lot of money because I want to fulfil my mummy's dream of owning her own hospital. I will gift her the biggest and best private hospital in the world. What about you? Do you have any dreams?" Magnus asked him.
Bobby thought for a second, "Hmm, I just want my dad's business to beco successful and let them have so rest."
"Then we shall do all of that." Magnus motivated him.
"MAG... CO DOWN HERE..." Grace's voice ca, inviting them for dinner.
They went downstairs and had a small family feast. This ti, Bobby's parents did not co.
...
Magnus went into full Expert mode as he had less ti now. He had morised the books of all Hogwarts subjects till 4th year. He had also mastered high school level subjects. Now, his main focus was to cramp all that high school knowledge into Bobby's head. So that he can have a headstart at whatever he did in life.
From what Bobby had been studying and mastered, it was known to all that he was going to skip the 9th grade and get to 10th get directly this year. This ans that by the age of 13, Bobby would have finished high school.
For a 13-year-old to be around 16 or 17 years old was going to be a challenge. They would absolutely bully him because he was younger and better than them. So, he had helped Bobby learn so fighting. Magnus' father also helped them and taught them so military moves.
To Magnus, Bobby was more like a younger brother to him. Because since Kindergarten, he had seen Bobby getting bullied, being sad or ostracised by others because of his dirty clothes. Since then, he had stayed by his side and had helped him whenever possible.
Now, he was leaving his little brother behind so of course he was slightly worried and was going to make sure everything was perfect. He didn't want all the progress and ntal strength Bobby had grown to be destroyed by so good for nothing bullies.
All in all, Magnus was very protective of his family, and for so reason, this instinct has been growing stronger since the ti he received his magical powers.
"Bobby, it is July now. I will be getting the letter to Hogwarts soon. Do you rember all I taught you?" Magnus asked.
"Yup, worry about yourself now, Mag. You are going into uncharted territory with no prior experience." Bobby argued.
"That is true, but I have a feeling everything will work out," Magnus replied.
What followed after this was an excited Magnus, opening the door every day when soone rings the doorbell, hoping to get the letter. But, nobody ca. After a few days, he just stopped caring.
...
Hogwarts,
Mrs McGonagall was sitting in a chamber where the Book of Admittance was kept. It was that ti of the year when the letters were sent out.
Those with earlier magical heritage were sent an owl and the muggles were given a letter by a Hogwarts faculty because explaining it to muggles was very hard.
She does this every year and had gotten very good at it. While reading the nas of the soon to beco 1st years, she stumbled upon a strange na. She jolted up, realising it was the na Dumbledore had told her to keep an eye out for.
She quickly closed the book and went to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was there, but nobody knew what he actually did while staying inside.
She excitedly entered, "Professor, I found it. The na you were looking for. But I believe there is a slight altercation."
"What's the matter, Minerva? Does he not have Pendragon in the na?" Dumbledore asked from his seat behind the table, looking like an old knowledgable man.
"No, it indeed has Pendragon, but what concerns is one of his middle nas. In the book, his full na is Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon. Albus, wasn't this the surna of Great Wizard rlin?" She asked him with a little tint of excitent in her voice.
Hearing this, Dumbledore's eyes shined brighter than a thousand nukes. The old fox had his brain running on overdrive.
"Minerva, leave his letter here. I will personally go to et him." He decided.
McGonagall was taken aback but didn't disagree. The principal had every right to go and et the kid's parent to teach them about magic.
...
Magnus' Ho
*Knock Knock*
"COMING..." Magnus shouted from his room and ca running.
Magnus opened the door and was taken aback. There it was, a tall old man with a domineering air around him, in white old robes that looked prettier in museums. Then there was the weird pointy cap.
"Woah... Your beard is... Magnificent." Magnus muttered the first words that ca to his mind after seeing the man.
The old man chuckled and replied, "Well thank you for the complint."
"I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magnus, do you have your parents at your ho?" Dumbledore asked nicely.
Magnus' jaw was hung open. He had gotten quick and to the point whenever he spoke nowadays, so he spoke whatever cos to his mind. "That is a very long na."
~Your na is just one word shorter than mine, boy.~ Dumbledore thought internally but didn't say it aloud. He was still assessing Magnus. He could very well feel great untapped power inside him, likes of which he had not felt even in himself or... in him... From the way Magnus spoke, he seed quick but not arrogant, signs of a good upbringing.
Before coming here, he had checked out his family background. So, he knowingly ca at the ti when Magnus was alone and his parents were about to co back ho.
If Magnus had just had Pendragon in the na, then he may not have so overzealously tried to et him, but now, as he had the na of rlin too, he couldn't ignore it. Magical history knew that rlin and Arthur were close like two brothers, so, it was not too suspicious if Magnus had inherited both of them.
But, one thing he was sure that it was not natural inheritance. Magnus received it by so thod. He was not interested in knowing it, as the result was in front of him, and if rlin's inheritance saw Magnus fit then he had no problem either.
rlin was known to be a wizard who advocated peace and equality, sothing he believed in too. Also, Dumbledore was now planning on grooming Magnus to beco a person like rlin when he grows up and lead the Magical world to new heights of harmony, peace and advancent.
Only if he knew how cunning the real rlin and Arthur were.
"No, mum and dad will be coming ho soon. Do you have the letter with you? I need to know if you are really the person from Hogwarts." Magnus demanded. He was not going to let a stranger enter his ho just like that.
But Dumbledore was baffled. He had read the records, Magnus was a muggle with a muggle family. He shouldn't know about the letter.
"Do you know about the magical world?" Dumbledore asked.
Magnus nodded, "Yes, my friend is also magical. His na is Sirius."
"Sirius Black? Well, he's a good lad. Much better than the rest. Does anyone else know about this?" Dumbledore inquired more.
Magnus shook his head, "No, I didn't even tell my parents."
Dumbledore nodded and handed Magnus the letter.
He could only take Magnus' words at face value because he was not foolish enough to try to look inside his head. He had seen what the curse of rlin was doing to the royal family, he didn't want to face the ire of the old legend.
*CAR SKID SOUND*
It was Adam. He ran out of his car and shouted, "STAY AWAY FROM MY SON! Magnus, go back in and call the police. There is circulation going on that a paedophile is roaming around this neighbourhood."
Magnus looked at his dad and then Dumbledore's annoyed face and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Dumbledore was also annoyed because it was the first ti soone labelled him a paedophile... well not the first but still, he was not that and didn't like being called that.
"Mr Grant, I am not who you think I am... I am the headma" Dumbledore defended himself.
But Adam pulled out his gun, "STEP AWAY FROM THE DOOR AND MY SON..."
Dumbledore just realised that it was not the best decision to co here when Magnus was alone, especially when the parents were army personnel, who were overprotective of their child.
~What a ss.~
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[A/N: This was a fun chapter to write. Dumbledore in the story is not the EVIL guy. He is this sa old scheming senile old fool.]
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