Time flew by, and in the blink of awo weeks had passed as Maverick adjusted to his new rank.

  He woke up in the m, stretched his muscles, ahrough his usual routine before leaving his room and heading down to the bar.

  In trast to the fort and liness of the guest rooms, the bar remained dim, somewhat dirty, and pin.

  "Maverick, how are your studies on Muggles going?" Tom greeted him as he came down.

  "Doing quite well, actually. It's an iing subject," Maverick replied with a faint smile.

  Tom had repeated the same question tless times over the past six months. By now, Maverick was used to it and didn't bother enting on the peculiar behavior as he settled into one of the long tables.

  "I'll take a steak and a cup of tea, if you don't mind," he said casually, gng at the man while pg his order.

  It could be said that he was now quite familiar with Tom, as well as the regurs who frequehe pub. All of them were aware of his keen i in studying Muggle society—or rather, it was the story he had led them to believe.

  He finished his breakfast and, once again, approached the humpbacked man. "Mr. Tom, I'll be away for a few days and just wao let you know."

  He wasn't obliged to inform him, but having already paid for the room for the entire year, he didn't want anyone else occupying it during his short absence.

  "Don't worry, young man," Tom replied kindly. "The room is yours for the six months, even if you're not back by then."

  Maveriodded with a smile, gd he didn't have to go into more detail.

  "Right, then... see you in a few days." He waved and walked out, carrying only a small pouch, which tained several s ented with extension spells.

  As he walked dowreet, he mulled over how the uping versation with his parents might go.

  That's right—he was about to reveal his wizarding identity to them today.

  One reason was that he would be away from home itently, making it difficult for his parents to reach him, if everythi acc to pn. Moreover, his parents werely ordinary people. They held respected positions, and if they thought he had gone missing, it could lead to unnecessary plications.

  His father, the current Prime Minister, would likely turn all of Britain upside down searg for him. His fad name would be everywhere—exactly the kind of attention he wao avoid.

  In the past six months, Maverick had visited home a few times, mainly to show his fad expin why he had quit his job—a position his parents had helped him secure. His expnation was simple: he had found another career path. Fortunately, his parents didn't press for more details.

  The sed reason he nning to reveal his secret was that he believed his father, given his position, should be aware of the magical world. With his help, Maverick hoped to legitimize his wizarding identity, and a pn was already io make it happen.

  ...

  On the southeast side of London, ominster Bridge Road, about a minute's walk from Lambeth North tube station, stood a and exquisite two-story house. A taxi slowly pulled up and stopped by the roadside, and Maverick stepped out.

  As he looked fixedly at his home, his thoughts drifted down memory ne, refleg on his parents

  They were quite wealthy, but most of it came from his mother's side. inally Ameri, she met his father during their uy days, and after starting a retionship, she moved to the UK to build a life and start a family with him.

  His mother's family ran a rge neer agency called the World News work, though he couldn't fully recall the name from his memories of his previous life. It vaguely resembled another name he remembered.

  This world felt both familiar and different from the one he knew. He realized there were likely many more differences yet to uncover.

  His parents married and moved to the UK, where his mother started a pany in partnership with his father. While his mother mahe business, his father supported it as a shareholder. Over time, the pany grew into one of the rgest publishing firms in the UK, rgely due to the influence of his mother's family.

  His father entered politics shortly after his mother's business got started. When Maverick was born, his father was a Member of Parliament in the House of ons.

  Now, 18 years ter, he had retly been appointed Prime Minister by royal prerogative.

  His father was a skilled politi, rising to the top in just a short period with his sharp mind. As a result, the family formed es with the royal family. Maverick had evehe Queen once when he was about six years old.

  Now, with his father holding the trust of the House of ons, those ties were likely even stronger.

  (A/N: I am not British and know very little about British politics or their political hierarchy. Everything you just read—or may read iure—about it might not align with reality. Remember, this is a fantasy world, and not everything has to be accurate. Some details I might have just made up on the spot, so please cut me some sck!)

  ...

  Standing outside his house, Maverick reflected on the past a a bit nervous about the versation he was about to have.

  Taking out the key, he gently opehe door. The lights were on, which meant his parents—or at least one of them—were home.

  "Michael, is that you?" a gentle female voice echoed from within the house.

  Moments ter, a beautiful woman ihirties appeared, her blonde hair tied bad wearing an apron over a white shirt and blue jeans. She held a metallic bowl in one hand, stirring its tents with a wooden spoon.

  "Ah! You're home, son. I thought it might be your father," Ariel, his mother excimed, a smile breaking across her face the moment she spotted him

  "Hi, Mom..." Maverick said, shrugging off his bck coat and hanging it oand. "Do you know when Dad will be home?"

  "He should be back around seven," she replied, returning to stir the tents of the bowl.

  "Need any help with that?" Maverick asked, leaning in to give her a quick hug.

  "No, I'm fihanks. But how's the new job going?" she inquired, a warm smile brightening her face.

  "Um... It's fine, really." He opehe fridge and pulled out a water bottle, taking a quick swig.

  "You sure? You know you always ask for help, right?"Her tone was steady, but Maverick saw in her eyes.

  "I admire your determination to chase your dreams on your own and gain experienbsp;But remember, it's okay to lean on us when you o. Your father and I are here for you. You should know that I wouldn't have gotten my business off the ground without my family's support."

  Maverick listeaken ababsp;'Is that why they think I quit? I guess it makes sense. Maybe that's why they didn't ask for more details when I mentiohat I had a new career pn...'

  "What do you mean, Mom? Of course I'd ask for help when I ," he assured her.

  "Ah..." His mom seemed momentarily at a loss for words, pausiirring. Then her expression shifted to one of pride and joy. "So... you found a job?"

  Ariel felt a genuine happiness at the thought that her son had secured a job on his own, without asking for their help.

  "ly. Well, sort of…" Maverick replied, choosing his words carefully. "I wao talk to you both about something important."

  "Important?" His mother's brow furrowed, curiosity piqued. Then, her eyes widened with sudden realization. "You didn't get a girl pregnant, did you?"

  Poof!

  Cough cough!

  Maveriearly spat out the water he was drinking, choking on the ued words that came out of nowhere.

  He gave his mother a bnk look. "What in God's name made you jump to that assumption?" he asked, trying tain his posure. "No, I didn't get anyone pregnant. I don't even have a girlfriend," he added quickly, cutting off any further argument before it could start.

  "Oh, thank God," she replied, visibly relieved.

  "Really?" Maverick raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "I feel bad now... to think my own mother would think of me as some kind of scumbag."

  "What? No! Hah..." His mother let out a nervous ugh, trying to mask her embarrassment.

  "So, what's this important thing you wao talk about?" she asked, swiftly ging the subjed smiling again.

  "We'll talk when Dad gets back," he said, walking toward the living room. "I'll be in my room. Just call me when you're done baking whatever deliciousness you've got going on in there."

  "Alright, mysterious man," she replied, chug as she returo her cooking.

  Several hours ter, Maverick found himself sitting nervously in front of his parents. His father had returned right on time, just as his mother had mentioned. Before Maverick could e down to meet him, she had already expiheir earlier versation to his father.

  Michael Caesar was a tall, handsome, middle-aged man with a strikingly attractive face, exuding a natural air of authority. His t height, bined with his sharp features, gave him an imposing presehat perfectly matched his stature.

  "Go on, son... What is it?" Notig his son's nervousness, his father lent a helping hand by starting the versation.

  "Well... it's about why I've been away so often tely and why I left the job you found for me."

  Seeing how anxious her son was, Ariel started to feel ed. "Maverick, I'm beginning to worry..." she said, frowning slightly.

  "I'm not in any trouble... Mother," he replied, trying to ease her worries, though inwardly he was a bit anxious himself.

  Taking a deep breath, he tinued, "Mum, Dad, I didn't quit the opportunity you got for me because I was unhappy or because I thought it was uhical to accept help from you. I left because... well, I've discovered something about myself. Something different."

  "Oh God, no... Please don't tell me ya—"

  Hearing his mother's interruption and realizing what she was about to say, Maverick cut her off. "Mother! You have some very strange ideas. I assure you, I am 100% not gay!"

  "Oh, thank God..." His mother let out an exasperated sigh of relief. Meanwhile, even though his father tried to maintain a poker face, Maverick sehe momentary nervousness in his father's eyes shifting to relief.

  "Ahem... As I was saying, I discovered something different about myself. I..." Maverick paused, gng at his parents before tinuing, "I'm a wizard."

  There, he had finally said it. After revealing the truth, he felt an ued wave of relief.

  There was a brief silence before his mother, the most talkative person in the family, broke it.

  "A what? A wizard?" Her tone was more amused than fused.

  At the same time, Maverick used his Magical Seo observe his father's rea. Sure enough, his father's expression immediately turern.

  "That's right, a wizard. I have magic," Maverick added, leaning ba the sofa as if to show relief and a zy fidence, waiting for his father to address the statement.

  "Uh... dear, I think our son may have something wrong with his head," his mother said, the amusement fading from her face as she looked to her husband.

  Wheuro him, she saw his expression was deadly serious.

  "Mich-Michael?" she stammered. Rarely had she seen her husband look so grave, and it threw her off bance.

  "Prove it," Michael finally said, addressing his id-back son.

  "Prove what?" Ariel asked, bewildered.

  "Dear, please, just trust me on this."

  "Oh God, my son and husband are both crazy!" Ariel excimed, c her mouth. Her gaze darted between Maverid Michael. Though she tried to sound exaggerated, her of them paid her any attention now.

  Maverick met his father's eyes and then reached for his wand.

  As soon as Michael saw the wand, his eyes widened in disbelief. He was one of the few non-magicals who knew more about the existenagic than most, and now he was almost entirely vihat his son's fession was true.

  ...

  "My dear Maverick Caeser, do you need me to make some space for the magic trick you're about to show?" Ariel blinked before looking at her son, then her eyes showed amusement looking at his wand.

  Maverick ignored his mother's teasing a his Magical Sense focused on his father's expression.

  From the look on his face, it was clear his father knew about magid Maverick felt even more certain about what he had read regarding the retionship between magical and non-magical people in this strange, alternative universe of Harry Potter.

  After taking a moment to observe his father, he replied to his mother, "No need, Mom! Just sit there!" He gave a helpless smile before starting the show.

  He had now mastered some of the most useful spells to an advanced level. Although he cked actual bat experience, he believed that his current abilities were above those of a typical Hraduate.

  Clearing his throat, he tapped on the gss water jug oable and performed a Transfiguration spell. The jug instantly transformed into what he had envisioned: a white pigeon.

  "How was it?" Maverick asked, looking at his mother, who was now in a daze. He leaned ba his chair, though his main focus remained on his father. As expected, there was only a momentary sho his father's face before his expressiouro normal.

  "Huh?" Ariel seemed to have just woken from a dream. Her gaze shifted between the very real-looking pigeon, which was bobbing its head, and Maverick, going bad forth several times with a face full of disbelief. "Was that... Was that a magic trick?"

  "Michael!" his mother called out, shaking his father's shoulder with one hand and pointing at the transfigured pigeon with the other.

  Ign his mother's ranting, Maverick sat quietly, leaning ba his chair, waiting for a response from his father.

  The calm exterior his father usually maintained was still present, but the flicker of genuine surprise in his eyes couldn't be hidden. The Prime Minister of Britain was not easily shaken, but this had clearly turned out to be ued.

  "Ariel, dear, I saw it," his father said to the visibly shaken woman beside him. His tone was calm, though it seemed to have the opposite effect of what he intended.

  "Saw it? Of course, you saw it. I saw it! Why aren't you showing any surprise?" Her expression was a mixture of fusion and expectation.

  "Ariel!" His father called out a little louder, and his mother immediately calmed down.

  "Dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout, but could you please listen until I finish speaking to our son?" Michael gently caressed his wife's cheek. "I promise you'll have answers after that."

  Ariel was stunned for a moment. Witnessing the unbelievable dispy of magi her son and hearing her husband raise his voice at her—it took her a while tain her posure. Only then did she realize she had been ag somewhat wildly.

  Maverick sat calmly, the iioween his parents. He believed his mother's rea erfectly normal. Anyone, especially someone like his mother—a very logical person who had never entered anything supernatural—would be extremely surprised after witnessing real magic.

  The transfiguration he had performed transformed a non-living objeto a living one, which would appear quite supernatural to any ordinary person.

  His mother calmed down after a while, nodding to her husband before fog her gaze baaverick.

  Maverick remained silent, now meeting the steady, measured gaze of his father.

  "So… you're a wizard?" his father finally spoke, his voice ced with fusion. "When did this happen? How did we not know?"

  His mother was the first to react, quickly turning her head toward Michael, demanding to know the meaning behind his question. She finally realized why her husband had seemed so calm; both her son and husband had been keeping incredible secrets from her.

  Michael raised his hand, urgio stay calm. He met her eyes, silently askio remain calm while he expier. Theurned his attention to Maverick, ready to hear his son's expnation.

  Maverick took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his father's gaze and began his somewhat fabricated expnation.

  "I discovered magic about six months ago. It started with a small headache. Then I began experieng strange sensations," Maverick said, resting his hand on his as if he were deep in thought.

  "At first, I started to see more clearly and hear better. This might sound odd because I never had any problems with my vision or hearing to begin with. But that's how it felt.

  Therahings started happening. One day, I woke up to find myself levitating about a foot above my bed. I was shocked before my body fell bato the bed. If I hadn't discovered magic by now, I might still believe it was all in my imagination." Maverick paused, gng at his parents, whiving him their full attention.

  "I was worried. I wao talk to you both about all of this, but I didn't know how. I was scared you'd think I was some kind of freak."

  "Son..." his mother's soft, ed voice broke the silence.

  Maverick tinued, "Remember the day you told me about my internship with Mr. John and his pany? Well, at first, I was really happy and thought once I started w and got busy, I'd fet about all of this. So that very same day, I decided to visit the pany, just to clear my head and take a walk, maybe.

  I took a taxi to their office building, spent some time the pce, a genuinely excited. I loved the atmosphere there and couldn't wait to get started the day.

  After a while, I decided to head home. I didn't take a taxi back; I thought a walk would help clear my mind. That's when it happened. While walking down Charing Cross Road, that strange feeliurned. I looked around, cheg for anything out of the ordinary—I didn't want anything bizarre happening while I was out in public.

  And then, out of nowhere, this small, shabby-looking inn appeared between a record store and a rge bookshop.

  It was surreal. One moment, it wasn't there, and the , it was as if it had just materialized. I felt a powerful pull toward it... I 't quite expin it, but I knew I had to go inside.

  Of course, I dider immediately. I stood there, . What struck me was how people oreet seemed to pletely ighe inn. It was as though they couldn't eve. To firm my suspi, I went into the bookshop door and asked someone inside. I was right—they weren't aware of the inn. That's when I khis pce might hold ao the strahings happening to me.

  So, I went in. It was like stepping into aime. The pce was dimly lit by dles, and the people inside wore strange robes. But despite the odd atmosphere and outdated fashion, it was still just a small bar.

  I found ay table and sat down. Some people gave me strange looks—probably because I wasn't dressed like them—but they soon lost i.

  The pub owner eculiar-looking man, but polite. I ordered a drink and sat, quietly listening to the versations around me.

  What I heard was shog. Magic, wizards, witches—airely different world. I sat there, doing my best to keep calm, just listening and abs everything.

  After some time, I saw a group of three e in—two parents with their child, who looked about ten years old. They spoke with the pub owner, whose name was Tom, by the way.

  They discussed something, and then Tom led them further inside. To someone like me, it all seemed pretty suspicious.

  I eavesdropped on their versation. They weren't trying to be discreet. The parents mentioned an alley, and Tom enthusiastically talked about something called 'Muggles' and 'freshmen.'

  They disappeared to the back, and after a while, Tom returned. I stayed seated, watg as another family arrived not long after.

  They, too, spoke with Tom, and I overheard a simir versation. That's when I decided to follow. I don't know what came over me—I just knew I had to go.

  I stood up, and as Tom was leading the sed family inside, I called out to him.

  I was nervous, of course, but the words just came to me. I asked if I could go in too. To my surprise, Tom didn't ask any questions or seem suspicious at all. He simply smiled aured for me to follow."

  "Even more surreal things happened. Tom led us to the back, where it seemed like a dead end—just a wall and a few trash bins. My nervousness grew, and I eve a bit scared.

  Then I saw Tom take out a stick, something I had noticed many people ihe bar were carrying.

  He tapped on the brick wall, and something incredible happened. The bricks began to move on their own. I 't even begin to describe it—it was as if the wall came to life. The bricks shifted and rearrahemselves until araned. Tom, with a grin, proudly said, 'Wele to Diagon Alley.'

  The kid and his parents standio me looked as shocked as I felt, which seemed to give the strange pub owner a sense of satisfa.

  Tom gestured for us to go ahead, and so we went inside. As soon as we ehe entrance behind us vanished, but I was too overwhelmed—both excited and nervous—to dwell on it.

  I needed information, and the best source I had at the time were three people who, like me, were o magibsp;But I had no other option. I had nothing, I knew nothing, and at least they were there for a purpose.

  So, I struck up a versation with the kid's parents, starting by enting on how incredible everything seemed.

  I learhat they were there to get books and materials for their child's school. Apparently, their kid had his first magical outburst a few months babsp;They didn't know about it until the day, when a teacher from a magical school arrived and expined everything.

  Acc to them, they were both non-magical, but their child had somehow awakened magic—a very rare occurrence, as they learned from the magical school teacher.

  I followed them throughout the day and even became friends. I had to lie, of course, telling them I was an Ameri wizard visiting Britain's magical world for the first time. I learned a lot. Sihey had been told by the teacher what to do, I essentially got a free tutorial on what someoo this world should do.

  You wouldn't believe some of the things I saw, Mom," Maverick said, his tone growing more excited.

  "There were these short, quite ugly creatures called goblins. They mahe magical currenbsp;Yes, magicals have their own currency system.

  Fortunately for me, I followed the family, and after they exged some British pounds for s, I did the same—250 pounds for 50 Galleons. That's the name of the magical currenbsp;Because I was with them, I had no issue with identity verification. I guess they assumed I was a wizard too. Apparently, only wizards exge pounds falleons, with a maximum exge of 50 Galleons per month.

  After that, we went to a wand shop. Yes, the magicals el their magic through wands, which are basically sticks.

  Again, no problem—I got myself a wand too, though I had to tell a harmless lie. I said my old wand broke. The shopkeeper was skeptical at first, but I fttered him, saying he was the best wand maker. That did the trick, and the old man fot his doubts and handed me a wand.

  I was nervous, though. I wasn't sure if I could even do magic or how to use a wand, but I went with it on a whim.

  It was on the fifth or sixth try that a wand finally reacted," Maverick said with a mencholic smile, gng at his wand.

  , we went to the bookstore. While the family bought books for their kid's first year, I went on a spree, buying all sorts of books—history, theory, spell books, everything. I was excited and couldn't wait to learn more about this world.

  The day ended and I exged some pleasantries with the family before saying goodbye. They left, and I stayed the night at the inn. The Leaky Cauldron had rooms upstairs fuests.

  That evening, I could barely sleep. I skimmed through a history book before finally dozing off.

  The m, I returo the real world, resigned from Mr. John's pany on the spot, a back to the inn to tinue my reading.

  I had learned so much about them, yet it felt like I knew so little. They were like aire group of humans, isoted or hiding in pin sight.

  For the past six months, I stayed there, doing nothing but learning. I studied their history, their retionship with the non-magical world," Maverick paused, gng at his father.

  "I learned about their culture, their ws, and all the information avaible to the publid I learned magic. trary to what the books said, it all felt… easy. Too easy for me.

  The children there start school at eleven and spend about seven years studying before they graduate. I had learned nearly all the spells from their seven-year curriculum. The only things I haven't mastered are potions and some sports...

  So yeah… that's what I've been up to these past six months. I didn't want to keep it from you any longer," Maverick said, leaning ba his chair. "Ask me anything, Mom, Dad. Whatever you want to know."

  ...

  The room fell silent after Maverick fielling his story. He had mixed truth with lies, deliberately hiding the real details of his system. Even though much of it was fabricated, he made the story sound ving enough to be believable.

  Ariel sat quietly, her hands shaking, eyes wide with disbelief.

  Her husband stayed calm, but the look in his eyes gave him away. He was clearly thinking hard about what his son had just revealed.

  "So, you've been living there for six months," Michael finally spoke, his voice steady. "Just like that..."

  Maveriodded. "It was all o me. I ime to figure it out, to make sense of everything. I didn't know how you'd react, and... well, you saw how Mom did."

  Ariel blinked, snapping out of her daze as her attention shifted back to her son. "Maverick, how could you think we wouldn't want to know? Something this life-ging? I—" She paused, her voice trembling. "You could have been in danger. Anything could've happeo you."

  "I know," Maverick said quietly, guilt mixing with resolve in his expression. "I didn't mean to worry you. But I had to uand this world first, befetting you involved."

  Michael let out a long sigh, his face hardening. "Does anyone else know? Anyone in the wizarding world?"

  Maverick shook his head. "No. I've kept a low profile. I didn't want to attract attention until I uood what I was dealing with."

  "Good," Michael said firmly. "Keep it that way."

  Ariel turo her husband, a newfouermination in her eyes. "Michael, you're talking like you know something about this. Expin. Tell us!" she demanded, her voice rising.

  Michael hesitated, unfazed by her outburst. "It's... plicated. Cssified informa—"

  "No! This is our family now. You will tell us what you know," she interrupted, her voice firm.

  Michael paused, thinking carefully, while Maverick sat quietly, watg him. Maverick hoped his dad would finally start talking, and maybe his mother's push was just what he needed. He stayed quiet, letting their argument py out without getting involved.

  "Fine! Fine, listen," Michael said, his face serious. "Before I start, I need both of you to swear that what I'm about to say stays between us. This is cssified information—iional secrets that only a few people in the gover know."

  "We will!" they both replied in unison.

  "And as for you," Michael added, crossing his arms and leaning ba his chair, "I've got plenty of questions for you, young man. We're not do."

  Maverick simply nodded. He knew his story wouldn't be enough to answer all their questions. Fooling the Prime Minister of Britain, even if that person was family, wouldn't be easy.

  "Okay. It all started during World War II when the govers discovered what you call 'magicals.' They're actually called wizards and witches.

  If you read any history book, you'll only find information about Hitler and his madness, but there was much more happening behind the ses.

  Hitler was just one pyer. There were two roups involved: a powerful archmagus and his followers, and a notorious terrorist anization.

  You might have read about this in magical history books. The archmagus was named Grindelwald, and he had many powerful followers. They wao take trol of the world. Their propaganda cimed they wao stop teological advas because our ons were being more destructive, and that scared them.

  Grindelwald made deals with the terrorist anization. While they weren't magical, they were far from ordinary. Both groups publicly supported Hitler, but iy, they had their own goals. The terrorists wao seize newly discovered teologies, while Grindelwald aimed to cripple stific progress by secretly targeting brilliant minds around the world.

  Hitler was used as a cover while both groups pursued their agendas i.

  I won't go into too maails, but where there are bad guys, there are also good ones. Govers around the world became aware of the three parties involved in this terrorism. The magical govers had no choice but to reveal themselves to the non-magical govers. Even though Grindelwald was targeting stists quietly, he and his followers didn't hide the fact that they were using magic.

  This led to meetings and agreements. The magical and non-magical authorities joined forces to put a stop to the threat. Together, they formed a World Security cil and created a task force of powerful individuals.

  For the first time, teology and magic worked together, which helped bring ao the war.

  Afterward, the magical world chose to remain hidden, but disagreements arose. Eventually, both sides agreed to keep their secre public while cooperating with non-magical govers if something signifit arose.

  Before the war, all witches and wizards were recorded only by magical govers. Now, all magicals born to non-noble wizards are alsistered by non-magical govers. Yes, we have witches and wizards w in our British gover—many, in fact. There's a special task force that handles mostly supernatural events.

  You'd be surprised by the unusual things that happen, and not all of them are reted to magicals. But I won't go into detail about that because it doesn't you. I just wao give you a heads-up since you're noecial person. The world is big, and there are more than just magicals and non-magicals who are special.

  So yes, I am aware of wizards. I have witches and wizards who work for me, and I have many friends from that side."

  Maverid his mother listened quietly as his father spoke. They were both speechless.

  Maverick had just learned a lot, disc maails that weren't in the magical history books.

  For his mother, it was an overwhelming amount of information, enough to shatter her worldview. She looked shocked, trying to process everything.

  Finally, she said, her voice trembling, "This is just... too much to handle."

  Michael nodded. "I know. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true." He paused for a moment, then added firmly, "And you 't tell anyone about this. Not a soul."

  "I won't," she replied, taking a deep breath. "I get it. It's just... hard to believe."

  Maverick stayed quiet, sensing the weight of the moment, waiting for his father to ask him questions.

  It didn't take long for Michael to turn his attention to Maverick after f his wife. Michael's face showed he was determio get answers.

  "Son, you said you discovered magic six months ago?"

  "Yes," Maveriodded.

  "As far as I know, magicals usually have their first awakeniween the ages of three and eleven. How did you get yours after turnieen?" His father asked.

  "I don't know, Dad. I've read about all this, and a lot of it doesn't make sense when you pare it to what's normal."

  "Oh... then tell me what you think."

  "Well, you know that magicals have ranks that show their power, right?" Maverick said.

  "True. In over, we have two Great-Magus and about a dozen Magus w, along with many Apprentices."

  " you tell me the age of the you Magus?" Maverick asked.

  Michael gave him a curious look before answering, "37. The you is 37. The Great-Magus are... well, much older than me. Why do you want to know?"

  "Well, after my first awakening, I was already a Mage Apprentice. Maybe it's because mine came te, but in just five months, I had my sed awakening, which promoted me to Magus rank."

  "That's impossible!" His father excimed in shock.

  Maverick looked his father in the eye, his expression calm aermined.

  "You're serious..." his father asked, disbelief etched on his face.

  "Yes. And there's more."

  "More...?"

  "Do you know that Magus-level and above manipute physical matter? That's one of the things that sets them apart," Maverick asked, raising his arm and pointing at the table with the index finger.

  The table slowly lifted off the ground, rising before the astonished eyes of his mother and father.

  "This isn't a spell you might be familiar with," Maverick tinued. "This is me using pure Magical-Energy."

  His parents' faces were frozen in shock.

  "But how?" his father stammered. "Even if you're a Magus, you shouldn't have this much trol ical energy. None of the Magus w for the gover do that. Maybe they move something small, like a book, but evehey need intense tration. I've seerain. Only a Great Magus has this kind of effortless trol."

  "That's why I said there's more," Maverick replied. "I know I'm different, even pared to the top magical talents. I could do this the day I romoted. And remember, I taught myself nearly all the spells they cover in seven years at Hogwarts."

  His father paused, thinking. "Okay... do something really difficult. Let's see... How about a Patronus? From what I've heard, that's one of the hardest spells they teach at magical schools."

  Maverick didn't hesitate. "Expecto Patronum!"

  With a flick of his wand, a brilliant white energy began to pour from its tip. In seds, it shaped itself into a shimmering raven.

  "Amazing..." his mother whispered, her voice full of awe.

  Maverick turoward her. "Mom, let me show you something truly magical."

  The Patronus raven fpped its wings and glided over to his mother. She gasped, but before she could scream, her expression shifted. Her initial shock softened into calm, and soon, a genuine smile spread across her face.

  "Beautiful..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

  His father sat in stunned silence, uo speak.

  "Do you believe me now?" Maverick asked.

  It took his father a moment to respond, still processing what he had seen.

  "Ye—Yes. This is... unheard of."

  "I know, Dad," Maverick said. "Holy, it's one of the reasons I felt I o tell you both."

  Maverick leaned ba his chair, settling fortably as he gave his parents time to absorb everything. He dissipated the Patronus, allowing his mother's mood to return to normal.

  "What was that?" his mother asked.

  "A Patronus Charm," Maverick expined. "It's a powerful magical spell fueled by happy emotions. Being in tact with it bring joy and suppress ive feelings."

  His mother, once again, was left speechless.

  "So, you need my help? With what?" his father asked, shifting his gaze from his stunned wife to his son.

  "Well... from what I've learned about the magical world, all witches and wizards are registered with their respective govers, especially magicals born to non-magicals... Muggles. And I'm a bit of an anomaly... with no records..."

  He paused before tinuing. "With your es, I was hoping you could help sort that out. Also, I want to take part in the magical school exams. If possible, not here, but maybe in America..."

  His father narrowed his eyes, giving Maverick a scrutinizing look. He took a moment before speaking in a slightly suspicious tone, "I see. So that's whats this really about... Tell me, son, if I weren't in a position of power, would you have told us everything like you did today?"

  Maverick sighed inwardly. He knew his father would cat, though not this quickly.

  He decided to be ho. "Eventually, yes. Maybe not today. If you two were just a regur couple, I'd have to be sure I wasn't bringing more trouble than you could handle."

  "You don't think this is trouble?" his father asked, amused.

  "Trouble, you," Maverick emphasized, " handle as the Prime Minister..." he added with a smirk. "Plus, you're my dad, so..."

  "Michael Caesar, yoing to help our son with everything he's asking for," his mother said, arms crossed, staring her husband down.

  She had calmed down a while ago and had beeively quiet pared to her earlier reas.

  Maverick gave his mother an imaginary thumbs-up. He knew she would always have his back.

  "Alright, alright," Michael said, raising his hands in mock surrender. He may be the Prime Minister of Britain, but in their house, she's the one in charge.

  Hearing his father's words, Maverick felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. He was sure his father would help, but expining all this, mixing truth with half-truths had been exhausting for him.

  "I have so many questions, son..." his mother said, ed as the tension in the room lifted.

  "I know, Mom. I'll ahem all once I figure out a solution to my current problems..."

  "Right... Michael!" She shot a pointed look at her husband, who could only sigh.

  "I'm thinking, dear. What he's asking isly simple."

  "Good. You sit there and don't get up until you've figured out a solution for my son's problems," she replied, standing up from her chair. "I'll go make some tea while you boys work it out."

  She headed toward the kit, leaving her husband momentarily speechless.

  "He's my son too, you know..." Michael called after her.

  Maverick chuckled, amused by the harmless bickeriween his parents.