Harry Potter: Bloodraven

Author's Note:

I am incredibly grateful for the support this project has received, and I want to take a moment to say thank you. Your feedback means a lot to me.

Regarding the query I previously asked you, I've now made my decision.

The majority of you voted for chapter-by-chapter releases, and I've decided to go with that approach.

This is a mass release of 10 chapters, totaling almost 20,000 words. I want to jumpstart the story and get to the good stuff faster.

Starting next week, the release schedule will settle at four chapters per week. Additionally, for every 200+ power stones, I'll add a bonus chapter as a token of appreciation.

Once again, thank you for your thoughts and comments. They inspire and motivate me to keep writing. I truly appreciate your support!

Now, before you dive in, here's a recap of the previous chapters:

Maverick, a transmigrator, awakens his system and magical powers at 18. Too old to attend Hogwarts, he explores magical Britain independently, using his system to learn spells and study the history of the wizarding world.

After six months, he reveals his identity to his parents. His father, the Prime Minister, is aware of the supernatural world, a secret known to top officials in this AU Harry Potter universe. Maverick asks his father for help in creating a wizarding identity, preparing to fully enter the magical community.

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Chapter 12 - Echoes of Power (I)

"Okay, son, I need to think about this… a lot," Michael said, his voice steady but edged with concern. "I need to think this through... Really think it through. I'll make some calls and see what I can do. In the meantime, you stay put. I don't want you going back until we've figured this out."

His son nodded. "Got it, Dad. Take your time. Honestly, I don't plan on going back anytime soon. I need at least a month to clear my head. Six months straight of studying is… a bit much, even for someone like me."

In all honesty, all he wanted was to accumulate some system points before whatever his dad had planned.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, a month and a half had passed in the blink of an eye. 1988 was over, and now it was February 1st, 1989.

During this time, Maverick mostly stayed at home, only visiting the magical side of the world a few times to try out some things.

Most of his time was spent napping or watching TV, but Maverick made sure to dedicate some time each day to his magical exercises, if only to stay somewhat productive.

The workouts didn't just help him improve his magical energy—they also left him with a satisfying sense of well-being. It was the kind of feeling you get after a good workout, when the tension in your body fades, and you can't help but feel a little lighter, a little stronger.

Other than that, he didn't practice any magic and only did some reading from the magical side.

[ Name: Maverick Caeser ]

[ Class: Wizard ]

[ Rank: Magus ]

[ Magical Energy: 481 + ]

[ Points: 478 (Increases Ten points per day) ]

[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 1 (Increases One point per year) ]

[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting ]

[ Talents: ]

[ Magical Energy Manipulation (Advanced +) ]

[ Magical Sense (Advanced +) ]

[ Transfiguration (Advanced +) ]

[ Potions (Beginner +) ]

[ Alchemy (Beginner +) ]

[ Spells: ]

[ .... ]

His magical energy had increased by a couple of points from the small workouts, and he had now accumulated nearly 500 system points to use freely.

However, he wanted to accumulate more—at least 2000—not to increase his Magical-Energy, but to raise a solid offensive and defensive spell to Master level.

Achieving Master level proficiency would mean he had surpassed the level of Hogwarts professors.

He came to this idea after thinking about the Patronus charm.

According to the system, being able to cast a corporeal Patronus is considered advanced, but for most witches and wizards, casting a solid Patronus is seen as nearly mastering the spell.

But most adult wizards, including Aurors—the magical law enforcement—don't have a deep enough understanding of the spell to produce a full Patronus.

It was the same case with talents like Transfiguration. He believed that Professor McGonagall's proficiency in Transfiguration was at peak advanced level but not quite at Master level yet.

In any case, all of this was based on hypotheses, and he believed there wouldn't be much difference in the actual situation. Only time would tell.

As for Magical-Energy-Manipulation and Magical-Sense, he had gathered enough information from various books to make a comparison.

A typical Magus wouldn't be aware of these two innate talents and would have to work tirelessly just to master the basics. Only a rare few geniuses might reach something close to Intermediate Proficiency before advancing to the rank of Great Magus.

Based on the stories and information he had read, a Great Magus should have these talents with proficiency that goes beyond intermediate, reaching an advanced level.

The mastery he had with these two talents at the Magus rank was beyond genius, with his understanding matching that of a Great Magus, which, there are not even a hundred alive recorded.

Advanced proficiency in any talent or spell, as recognized by the system, can be considered a very high level of mastery in the eyes of regular wizards and witches.

Regarding Arch-Magus, there are recorded instances of fewer than ten, and he found almost no details about their prowess—mostly hypotheses from other authors of the books, lacking actual facts. The only certainty is that their control over Magical-Energy would be extremely high, at least at Advanced level Proficiency, and most likely at Master level Proficiency.

Again, these thoughts were all just speculation based on logical reasoning after his research, and the actual situation may differ.

Maverick then shifted his focus to the extraordinary characteristic points, and just as he had expected, on January 1st, the value increased by one point.

Over the past month, he had thoroughly studied the extraordinary characteristic, focusing on why and how the system reacted to it.

He had visited the Leaky Cauldron a few times just to test his assumptions. One thing he was certain of was that the extraordinary characteristic could only be copied from non-living objects.

He had tested it on magical creatures like a goblin from Gringotts, magical animals from the pet store, and even a house-elf he encountered in one of the shops. However, none of them triggered any reaction from the system.

However, when he tested it with magical objects such as flying broomsticks, wands, and even bags enchanted with extension spells, all of them prompted a reaction from the system.

The reason he hadn't copied their characteristics was that none of the objects he had encountered were of excellent quality or higher.

His wand did trigger a reaction, but it only notified him that he had already copied its function. Moreover, the latest model flying broomstick he had come across only displayed a normal-rated extraordinary characteristic.

Since he had only one opportunity to copy per year, he decided to hold onto it until he encountered an object with an excellent or mythical rating.

Today, his main focus was the upcoming meeting his father had arranged to address his peculiar situation. For the past month and a half, he had trusted his father to find a solution and hadn't asked about it.

Although he was a reincarnator, his parents had raised him. Eighteen years had passed, and he loved them as any child would love their parents. Furthermore, he knows without a doubt that the love his parents have for him is real and unconditional.

After finishing his usual morning routine, Maverick came downstairs for breakfast. Both his parents had taken the day off, as a very special guest was expected to join them—someone his father had mentioned as one of the few people in the world who could help with his situation.

His mother and father were already seated at the table, having breakfast, and he joined them. As he sat down, his mother poured him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"So, Dad, when is our guest coming?" Maverick asked, starting the conversation.

"Noon, probably. He said he'd be here today," his father replied, taking a bite of bread.

"Is he a magical person? Someone from the government?" his mother inquired.

"Yes and no. He's magical, alright, but not from the UK. In fact, you both have already met him—several times, actually."

Both Maverick and his mother paused at his father's response, now pondering who the guest could be. If he was magical and they had already met him, it meant this person was likely someone his father had encountered through work. And since their family had met him multiple times, the person must be more than just a work acquaintance—perhaps a close friend.

"Now I'm curious," his mother said impatiently. "Michael, why don't you just tell us? Why all the mystery?"

His father smiled and replied, "It was that person's suggestion, and I was asked not to reveal who it is."

Maverick felt most of his concerns ease at that. After hearing his father's explanation, he was fairly certain that the guest wasn't just anybody—it was someone his father truly trusted.

Hours passed, and just as the clock struck twelve, the doorbell rang, prompting the family of three, who were sitting in the living room, to look in the same direction.

As Ariel began to rise from her chair to answer the door, her husband stepped in front of her and spoke hurriedly, "You both stay. I'll get it."

Ariel leaned back on the sofa, and Maverick gave his father a nod. At the same time, he extended his magical senses to see who it was. After a moment, his eyes widened in surprise.

Maverick's surprised expression lasted only a moment, so his mother didn't notice anything. Half a minute later, his father returned, but he was alone, causing his mother to raise an eyebrow.

"Ahem... Ed, you can show yourself now," Michael said, shaking his head and showing a smile.

Maverick had already sensed the presence of someone next to his father, cloaked by a powerful Disillusionment Spell. If it weren't for the advanced proficiency in his magical sense talent, he would not have been able to detect anything.

"Hahaha!" A booming, hearty laugh spread through the room as a blonde, muscular middle-aged man, wearing an orange shirt with flower patterns and brown shorts, appeared out of thin air.

Maverick had been trying his best to remain calm ever since he noticed the, very familiar, person outside their house. He wanted the surprise to unfold as intended, and even felt a bit guilty for having used his magical senses to take a peek.

Before any one, Ariel exclaimed a loud, "Edward!", with her eyes wide open.

"Ary, you haven't aged a day. Has this workaholic been treating you alright?" Edward stepped forward with a wide grin and gave Maverick's mother a big hug.

"Is good to see you Edward. Welcome to Britain." His mother answered while returning the friendly embrace.

Maverick had also risen from the sofa by this point. After greeting his mother, Edward turned to him.

Over the past eighteen years, Maverick and his family had visited the States multiple times, as his mother's side of the family lived there. Edward, or "Uncle Ed" as he usually called him, was a close friend his father had introduced to his mother and him when he was only six years old.

He was a reincarnator, so even though his physical age was six, he still remembered most of the important things, even from when he was an infant.

Every time Maverick's family visited his maternal grandparents, they would also visit Edward's home as they got more and more acquainted over the years.

From his earliest years, Uncle Ed always had the presence of someone who was extremely outgoing and friendly. Edward was also married and had a family, and on the rare occasions they visited the United States, their families would often go on outings together.

At that moment, as Maverick and Edward's gazes met, Maverick suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of pure presence wash over him, as if he were standing before a higher being, shrinking to the level of an ant in comparison.

To his mother and father, it seemed like a simple exchange of glances before Edward stepped in for a hug, but for Maverick, the brief moment felt strangely longer—almost unnaturally so—before the sensation vanished.

"Little Rick! You've grown taller." Before Maverick could fully process what had just happened, Edward pulled him into a big, hearty embrace.