Harry Potter: Blood of the Dragon

"AHAHAHAHA... THAT'S CRAZY!"

"YOU'RE CRAZY, ARTHUR!"

Magnus, Ragnar, Severus and Emma heard everything from Arthur, about what happened in the headmaster's office. It was funny, but they decided not to tell the whole school, the old man was trying to hide it after all.

The coming days were filled with relaxation, a lot of studying and training as hard as he could. Not just himself but now Merlin from the locket was also helping, always guiding him on how to bring forth the maximum power from a spell with the limited use of magic.

Ragnar drowned himself in research of potions and alchemy. He found that plant alchemy was the only path he had not really studied. Magnus suggested that he learn about gene editing in plants if he wants to have a deeper understanding. Hence, he bought a lot of books about gene editing.

Severus was trying to better his potions while honing his transfiguration, charms and other normal subjects. His goal was to be the best overall student, with above-average talent in all subjects. But, unlike Magnus and Ragnar, whose dreams were becoming the best Wizard King and becoming the world's best potioneer respectively, Severus had nothing of sorts. He had no aim or idea of what he wanted in his life.

Emma was a happy girl. Magnus didn't push her away anymore and she now stayed close to him. Other girls were jealous of her and she liked it. She still kept herself within the limit, however. While her hobby of making brooms was coming along well. She will probably be the inventor of the world's first war broom.

Like this, two weeks passed by. Magnus' birthday was here. And surprisingly, the English quidditch team was still in the game. For some reason, they rarely got to play against a strong team. And the night Magnus turned 14, he received a letter from the team, from the managing director himself.

He was officially 14 years old and was granted a licence to play professionally. Now all he needed to do was go and play for the team. And play he did.

...

16th January 1974.

The first match in which Magnus participated was held. He was the seeker as planned before. The team was very ecstatic about him being with them. Magnus didn't care, he was just playing because Emma said it was tough.

So he tried to test them. The match was against Belgium, a really strong team. But, just after 1 minute of playing, he learnt what was different.

It was maturity. The brooms were the same, the items and the rules were the same, yet, the people, the players had a sense of maturity in their play. They used their minds behind every move. The seeker would always try to trick him into taking a wrong turn, the chasers would deliberately throw the quaffle in a way that it passes through in front of him, making his eyes look away as even a short moment was enough to let the golden snitch disappear.

The players acted like they were focusing on the whole field and not just their respective roles. This was new to Magnus. But, he shrugged in boredness. The rules were still stupid in his mind, and his objective was to prove the same fact to them.

The brooms were the same as before, hence, as long as Magnus used his special physical abilities he could easily win. No matter how you plan and plot, you can't really win against absolute strength.

So, at 3rd minute, Magnus ignited the fire on his feet and leaned himself forward. His speed became too much for any player to follow. *PAAAAAA*

The air-horns resounded in the stadium, as Magnus showed everyone the golden snitch. The stadium erupted in loud cheers. But Magnus looked like he had done something he did every day.

However, the same could not be said in every single match. While in the first game it took him 3 minutes, in the next games the time kept on reducing. Eventually, the crowd became dead, nobody would cheer until the game ended. The spectators who were supposed to cheer for the other teams would not even come, already accepting that Magnus would win.

The magical newspapers were already posting articles that the English team had already won, they were just passing time now. The opposing teams were terrified of Magnus' emotionless eyes and rare yawns.

Then finally, on January 25th, the world cup finals came. On this day, the stadium was packed completely, it was huge and crowded. The people cheered, made noise, firecrackers burst around and magical advertisements played out.

90% of the audience was British or his fans. Beauxbatons' entire student population had also come, just to support Magnus.

This was the last match, against the Syrian team. It was the strongest team in this world cup. But Magnus had some other thoughts. He was going to catch the golden snitch as soon as possible. His goal was to embarrass the organisers after all.

Hence, the second the whistle resounded, Magnus ignited his feet and zoomed past all players, directly jumped onto the golden snitch. He caught it easily, but then he was falling down toward the ground.

*WHISTLE* he whistled loudly and like a faithful horse, the broom came at top speed to him.

*PAAAAA*

69 SECONDS!.

That was the time it took Magnus to end the Quidditch World Cup. The ticket for this match cost a minimum of 3 Galleons and a max of 1000 galleons for the best seats. The advertisers paid for the complete game, including special ads at half-time. But, all lost money today.

The people were initially confused, but still raged and cheered just because Magnus had won. It was expected from him, the people came with the expectations of watching a 3-minute game anyway, but they saw something even shorter. Many even got late to watch as they were too busy for too long at the food stall.

"THE WINNER OF the 1974 Quidditch World Cup is... THE UNITED KINGDOM!"

"THE MVP AWARD GOES TO... MR. PENDRAGON!"

"The best seeker award goes to... MR. PENDRAGON!"

"The best broomer award goes to... MR. PENDRAGON!"

Slowly, the announcer started sweating as the list he got had 50 awards, and out of them, 40 belonged to Magnus. He still announced all of them and Magnus took the awards with a plain face.

Then finally came the time to give an interview, and Magnus' agent, Rita, was there. She was the most popular journalist in the country. She had already received her instructions on what to write, what to focus on and what to ask him.

"So, your majesty, how do you feel?" She asked.

He answered, "Disappointed. The game was too easy."

She chuckled, "Hehe... of course, you are the heir of Merlin after all. Everything is easy for you."

He sighed and shook his head, "No, what I meant was, the game isn't challenging enough. The rules of the game are too pointless. There is no time limit, as if there was a time limit the players would be under constant pressure, bringing more excitement to watchers.

"But again, the golden snitch makes everything pointless. The moment you catch it, the game ends, the catcher's team gets 150 points. The same number of points that takes a team 15 successful throws of quaffles into the hoops.

"Tell me, won't it be more exciting, if the game was not decided by just one person but the whole team? Just imagine, what if catching the snitch only gave the team 30 points, while the rest of the team keeps accumulating the points. Just catching the snitch does not mean the game ends, it means that the referee will sound the whistle and the snitch will be released again. The deciding factor should be 2 hours limit of the game. Whichever team has the most points at the end of 2 hours win.

"This would make the game so much more exciting, as the viewers and the team will know they only have a limited time. If it's a tie, the game goes into 15-minute long overtime. Of course, the speed of the snitch needs to be decreased slightly to keep it relevant.

"Anyway, I won't be playing again unless they make these changes, it's really boring and pointless otherwise. I can just always catch a snitch in record time and win."

He ended his small lecture. It was going to make big headlines the next morning. And sure enough, while Magnus was just waking up back in Hogwarts, the morning newspapers went out with front-page headlines, "QUIDDITCH REFORMS! DO IT OR FADE AWAY IN HISTORY!"

Well, Magnus was the unofficial boss of the Ministry. The Department of Magical Games and Sports quickly contacted Magnus to discuss the changes. As soon as the British Ministry made the changes, the world followed. And that's how Magnus enforced the Quidditch Reforms, making the game more fun to watch.

Of course, Magnus, the mad capitalist greedy dragon, didn't do this just for the game, but also to earn money. He was soon going to launch Futuretek's coloured televisions, all of which will be dipped in Nicolas Flamel's anti-magic liquid. They will work just fine on the magical side. He aimed to start special broadcasting channels based around magical communities. Of course, muggle shows will still have the most slots. The Quidditch was soon going to become a televised sport. This was one of the reasons he proposed 2 hours limit.

Magnus being the first and only player in the industry will make giant profits.

...

The rest of the semester was uneventful for Magnus. He made progress in his magic for sure, but nothing interesting happened. He suspected he was becoming too addicted to crises.

Slowly, the months passed, summer came. The year-end exams were held, Magnus this time was able to make a potion, it was a 1st-year potion though. Slughorn still gave him full points as it was already a miracle.

This year too, Magnus won the Student of the Year award. But shockingly he shared it with Severus, who also got perfect scores and had the same house contribution points as Magnus. The House Cup was won by Slytherin, there were no doubts.

Then after the grand feast, they all boarded the train on the 30th of June 1974. The past 4 months may have been uneventful days in Hogwarts, the same could not be said about the muggle side.

Big things had happened. The elections were held in Zimbabwe, Saudi King Faisal spoke with the 4 African nations about the sale of Saharan land. Emrys Construction ended the project in Saudi Arabia, marking the end of a deal worth billions.

Magnus was... unofficially the world's youngest Billionaire now. And his thousands of wizard employees were all millionaires in muggle currency.

[A/N: It will be elaborated in the next chapter about what happened in the 6 months.]

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