Ministry of Magic,

The new law to make werewolves the same as an ordinary person as everyone else was on her table. She needed to sign it to send it to Wizengamot. This law will make it illegal for someone to discriminate against any person who is a werewolf.

The law will also allow for the werewolves to register themselves with the Ministry to get monthly subsidies when it comes to buying Wolfsbane potions.

The law was called, "Royal Decree Equalisation Act." The word royal was used to make all werewolves realise whose grace it was. This would make them loyal to Magnus.

Other than this, she had a letter on her table. It stated that she will receive some goblins from Gringotts. They will work with the ministry as an ambassador of the bank. From now on, all criminals caught by the ministry and sent to Azkaban will have their accounts sealed.

The Ministry was supposed to promote this new partnership. This would scare the dark wizards and those planning to turn to the dark side. While the good people will feel confident in the bank.

Sighingly, she signed the papers, "Truly, the world is a playground for him."

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London,

Magnus and Ragnar had arrived at the MagicMade headquarters. It was a subsidiary of Warner Brothers, but it mostly employs squibs and wizards. So he was pretty famous among the employees and was greeted warmly.

"Why am I here?" Ragnar asked.

"Because we will be going to buy nice suits later. We gotta look good for the upcoming opening of the hospital. From that day, the world will know our genius. But, I want you to stand beside me, they need to see you as a royal prince as well. They already think we're twins." Magnus explained.

"Hehe, it'd be crazy if mum has twins now. We'd become such a huge family." Ragnar dreamily said.

As they talked and walked they arrived at Wim's office. They entered without knocking. Wim quickly ran up to him and pointed at a man sitting in the visitor's chair. "That's him, the mad man."

Magnus looked at the man, he was surely a muggle. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him.

George Lucas stood up and greeted him. He already knew who the owner of Warner Brothers and this company was so he was prepared to see the royal prince.

"Good Morning, Mr Pendragon." he greeted. He was an American and the British monarch held no meaning there, hence he avoided calling him highness or something.

Magnus nodded and gestured for him to take a seat. He and Ragnar also joined him while Wim took a seat away from George.

"I am George Lucas, Mr Pendragon. I am a director, not a big name but I have big dreams. I want to learn about the special effects used in your movies. How are they made so lifelike?" He said.

Magnus, of course, had no plans of doing it. "What are you even planning on doing? You can't expect me to just hand over my company's secrets to you? You need to understand that it takes a lot of time and money to research and come up with all this. It will take years for the rest of Hollywood to reach my level of realistic special effects, but until then, I desire to stay at the top."

George understood the meaning. It was a simple no, that he would not share his technology. "Okay, hear me out. I want to make a large scale space opera. A movie that spans the entire galaxy, as an order of monks called Jedi fights their evil counterpart, the Sith. All kinds of aliens, politics and technology will be combined."

Magnus thought, ~Classic light side versus dark side. But I can't blame him, I'm fighting the same war.~

Ragnar spoke at that, "Hmm, will there be hot aliens?"

George was confused but nodded, "Yes, I have planned some species that have a very high sex appeal. They will be one of the most enslaved species in the galaxy."

"What about religion? How many species will there be?" Magnus inquired.

George answered, "Religion will not be that much explained. The Jedi and Sith follow a code, not a religion. There is this invisible thing called Force, that exists in the whole Galaxy. A few people are born with the ability to use this force to do many magical things. Those that control their feelings can use the force to do good, and those that get corrupted by bad desires turn to the dark side."

Magnus and Ragnar looked at each other's faces in surprise. This sounded a lot like magic and wizards. Their doubts were no more. It was that either George knew about the wizarding world or he was helped by someone who was a wizard.

So Magnus asked, "Umm... George, who came up with all of this? Just you or someone else was involved?"

George shook his head, "No, I came up with all this on my own. I can't tell you from where, but I took my inspiration from some real things of this world."

Magnus said just two words while keeping a close eye on George's eyes, "Wizarding World?"

As expected, George's eyes widened in shock. He stared at Magnus' face as if he saw a ghost. "Y-You know?"

"F*ck, why didn't you tell me that earlier?" Wim cursed. If he had known, he could have explained it to George.

Magnus chuckled, "George, do you know about the greatest wizard in history?"

"Yes, I've read enough storybooks. It was Merlin, why?" George answered.

"Then, don't you understand the meaning behind 'Emrys' in my name?" Magnus blurted.

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"MOTHERFU... YOU'RE RELATED TO "THE" MERLIN?!" He exclaimed.

Ignoring the cursing, Magnus nodded, "Not just related, I am his direct inheritor. Wait, are you not up to date with the magical world?"

George looked in awkwardness, "Well, it was my grandfather who was a wizard. My father, as he said, was a squib. My grandpa was an Auror in the MACUSA. But he was killed in Grindelwald's attacks in New York.

"I'm also considered a Squib, but since I'm a 2nd generation squib, I'm not allowed inside the wizarding world. For most of my life, I used to think my dad was spewing nonsense, that was until I saw someone flying on a broom and I mistakenly entered the MACUSA building. They let me keep the memories since I was a Squib."

Magnus turned to Wim, "Can you bring a few newspapers from today and a few days prior?"

Wim nodded and brought a few copies of Magical Daily. George read each of them like a child reading his favourite comic. It was his greatest desire to join this community, but he was gatekept. Yet, keeping the stories he heard from his father about his grandpa and that era, he came up with the whole space opera movie.

He read them in order. By the end, he faced Magnus and paid respects, "Your Majesty, you just... YOU ARE SO AWESOME!"

Magnus chuckled, "Haha, calm down. You don't even know one per cent about me yet. Let me give you a crash course about my strength, wealth and companies."

And so, Magnus told him about his crazy strength, just to indirectly warn him that he was the big boss when it came to magic. Then he told him about his eventual ascension to the throne. Then finally, about all his businesses.

George was gaping after learning about him. "You are probably the richest person in the whole world. And the idea of using magic... no wonder the effects were so good. But... if I want to make a movie, I can't do it. Because of the number of people we will require in some scenes, it's just not possible to find so many people who know about the magical world."

Magnus chuckled, "You underestimate the power of Magic. We can stay hidden for so many years, all because of god-tier illusions. We can, if need be, use muggles in scenes without letting them know about magic.

"However, MagicMade is a studio that will only specialise in large scale and high-level special effects later. FutureTek is currently making me a few supercomputers and software that can help make low-level special effects."

"C-Can... I join your company? I want to make this movie so bad. It's my life's dream." George pleaded since he could not think of any other way to make the movie.

Magnus shrugged, "Only if you are ready to sign the contract that if you reveal anything about the magical world then you shall be obliviated completely. The punishment for breaking the Statute of Secrecy is very harsh."

George gulped and nodded, "I-I will sign it. I... I will read more about the Magical world now and refine my whole story again. Thank you, Mr... Your Majesty."

Magnus nodded and decided to leave. He instructed Wim on how to handle George before heading out.

...

After leaving the headquarters, Magnus and Ragnar looked for a nice shop that made handmade tailored suits. It was already evening by now. Surprisingly, the meeting with George ran from morning until now.

Ragnar had ice cream in his hand as they walked. "I kinda want to see the space movie now."

Magnus rolled his eyes, "You just want to see the sexy aliens. I know you. God, how can you be so horny?"

Ragnar shrugged, "A man must have a few hobbies."

"Being horny is a hobby?" Magnus scoffed.

After looking for a few minutes, they arrived in front of a very classy looking shop. It had pretty neat suits in the glass showcase. But, what actually caught Magnus' attention was the name of the shop.

"Let's try this, Ragnar." Magnus pointed.

Ragnar read the name and chuckled, "Hehe, of course, you would want to try it, considering what a narcissist bastard you are. I just hope it's not disappointing. Kingsman, since 1849, this tagline puts a lot of pressure."

Magnus ignored him and proceeded to enter, "Rag, stop this floccinaucinihilipilification and be positive for once."

Ragnar's ice cream fell as his mouth hung open. His mind tried to replay what Magnus said but he didn't even remember it. "Wh-What the heck did you even say?"

[A/N: floccinaucinihilipilification: The action or habit of estimating something as worthless. It's the longest non-technical word.]

[A/N: YES, IT'S "THAT" KINGSMAN!]

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[ANNOUNCEMENT: I am starting new fanfic, called "Marvel: Mr. President" It starts in 1939. You can probably guess MC's background. He will be an old man, kind, yet badass, overbearing and cool, not completely kind as his other identity is Hell's Inquisitor, he was once a human. He's a mix of both, Angel and Demon now.

[Synopsis.]

[Hector King, a man in his 50s, no family or friends to speak of, paralysed from the waist down due to a work-related accident. Now lived alone with his pup Huskey.

But one day, he mistakenly summoned Satan. "Ah, it's been a long time since I was summoned. You found my book? Good, what do you want? Riches? Women? Fame? Strength? Or perhaps, your legs? All at the discounted price of your soul." Satan offered.

Hector, however, didn't need any of that. And so, his answer even shocked Satan, making that smug look disappear. "I... I want you to be my friend."

And from there, the friendship that would last eternity started, all at the price of Hector's soul.

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Year 2021,

As a mortal, Hector died. But Satan decided to do something crazy, "F*CK IT! You're my best friend, I can't let you die. Hector, I am appointing you as Hell's Inquisitor, a position only under me."

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1939,

Earth Hector found himself in his old original physical body again, but he was now taller and buff, like a bodybuilder.

"I-I got a new last name? Hmm, it has a nice ring to it." He muttered.

He was, from then on, Hector King Washington.

"WOOF!"

And the good boy Moony was also there, bigger, buffed and more beautiful.]

***I will start posting it here after Naruto Fic ends, which will probably be around chapter 180.***

[Check out the cover in this para comment. It has MC in it.]

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