Does the world even want to be corrected? Will the countries, the people and theing generations appreciate all the changes? Will the peace evenst long?


    Such questions always scared Magnus in his sleep. He was slowly and sometimes quickly taking steps to fulfil his dream. In the future, he knew he would have so much magical strength that he could bring any nation to its heels. But he didn''t want his powers and fear to be the basis behind the peace.


    He wanted it to be development, health, social security, a better life, such things to be the basis. But he knew that there were ces in the world with such brainwashed poption that it couldn''t think beyond their religion, or ces with such state control that the people had no choice to do anything that the state does not like.


    These were going to be Magnus'' biggest challenges. He didn''t even care for the Soviet Union, as he knew it won''tst too long, it was losing too much money in their mad Cold War with the United States. While the United States was growing at a rapid speed and getting rich, having more money to attack the Soviets, the Soviet Union didn''t have such a miraculous boost in their economy. The country was still mostly reliant on its human resources.


    But, it was God''s grace that Magnus was too good at making money and had friends like Bobby. Bobby might seem like a useless link in the Round Table, but perhaps he was even more important than Magnus himself.


    Bobby was a god when it came to finding people to develop new technology, no matter which field, he pumped money in and made sure FutureTek stayed on top. Their research and development department drank money like a sponge.


    And with Bobby''s help, Magnus knew that he was going to rule the tech and mass media world like a boss. This was a big deal for him. Reason? Well, whoever controls the media controls the world. He had learnt this lesson already. After all, he used this means to demonise Voldemort to such a height that even some of the dark wizards hated him now.


    Magnus was taking baby steps, and the baby was a giant.


    ...


    In Bhutan, Ted soon arrived as per the n. Magnus told him about his n. The United Kingdom was in Europe, Zimbabwe was in Africa, and now this. If Bhutan agrees, he will have influence over the world. well, America can be subdued as long as the United Kingdom makes more money and bes sessful. The United States only followed the superiority of the dor, nothing else.


    "So you want to show off Bhutan as an economic miracle? What can they produce? They are a small mountainous region." Ted inquired.


    Magnus chuckled, "A lot. You need to understand that the Bhutanese people love nature. They love their forests, the clean air, but they too want to see the world, the modern life-improving amenities.


    "Currently, Bhutan exports Iron and steel which is the majority of exports. Other than this, they export salt, sulphur, stone, cement, coffee, tea, spices, wood and, vegetables, fruit and nuts. Most of them go to India, Nepal and China.


    "What I see in the country is that theyck a brand value and educated poption. My goal is to make big eco-friendly towns as trading and business centres in each of Bhutan''s 20 districts. These towns will be connected to all known viges of the district with roads and trains. Most of the country will remain untouched, its wild beauty shall remain as it is.


    "I want to promote this country as the country of nature, they shall produce world-renowned products, all made from organic farming and cultivation. Thepany will be called Himyan and each product will have the logo of "Made in Bhutan" the major exports will go to rich countries. Just imagine the world eating vegetables and fruits of Bhutan with its logo.


    "But, for this, people need to be educated, taught about organic farming, new and effective ways of farming. Again, not everyone can survive on farming, so they will grow flowers as well, I will also make the country a centre for nature tourism, extreme sports and hiking. I will also open a few workshops for a few of mypanies here. As long as the poption is controlled correctly and the increase happens gradually, we can employ everyone."


    Ted silently thought about this seemingly grand n, but honestly, this felt smaller than what they were doing in other parts of the world. "Hmm, this is certainly possible,"


    "Nice, then I want you to make a beautiful showcase booklet for the King of Bhutan, I want to show him what I have envisioned." Magnus gave him work.


    Ted nodded, "I will return to the UK with the portkey then. It will be ready by evening,"


    Magnus was supposed to meet the wizards of the country next. Merlin was famous around the world it seemed and all were interested in him and his powers.


    He headed to Paro Taktsang Monastry. It was a beautiful monastery that looked like something straight out of some fantasy book. Constructed on the side of a tall cliff-side, with a tall straight mountain on one side. It was established in the 9th century as a meditation cave.


    Magnus arrived there on his broom, along with Ragnar. These were new brooms, made by Emma. They hadfortable seats.


    The monastery was full of bald monks in their orange and red tunics. They wore sandals made of wood as well. Then at the front of them stood a few elders. They were most likely the leaders here.


    Even among them, the one in the centre stood out. The man gave Magnus Dumbledore''s vibes, not in terms of strength, but in terms of wisdom and oldness. He was bald, with a long white beard and brows. He wore some sort of armoured robes and held a long staff in his hands. There were also beads around his neck and in one hand.


    At the same time, he seemed as if he had never smiled in his entire life. As soon as Magnusnded and put the brooms back in his bag. He gave a slight bow for greetings, and in return, everyone bowed back.


    Then the long-bearded man walked forward, "Wee to our little nation, King Pendragon. I am Grandmaster of Wizard Monks of Bhutan, Tshering Yangchen. This Monastery is a small academy for wizards as well. All the monks you see here are also wizards in training. The man on my right is, Karma Chime, teacher of spells, and the man on my left is Jigme Lhaden, teacher of potions."


    Magnus took the greeting and introduced himself, "You may already know, I am Magnus, and this here is my brother and potions genius, Ragnar. It''s a pleasure to meet fellow wizards. The Hogwarts school does not teach much about the magicalmunities of other countries. So pardon me if I don''t know about your traditions."


    Yangchen nodded, "That is because most of the magicalmunities are shrouded in secrets."


    "And that''s one of the reasons why we see wars among wizardkind," Magnus replied and followed the Grandmaster inside the monastery to the Buddhist shrine.


    Yangchen spoke in his low and heavy voice, "To be a wizard in Bhutan, a wizard must master Buddhism first. We believe in spiritual bnce to be the key to staying on the right path of magic. Power is known to corrupt, hence, one must first learn to have faith in the right ways."


    "That''s why the world has not seen Bhutanese Grindelwald and Voldemort I guess. We mostly just teach students magic and hope for the best." Ragnar said in a brash tone.


    Surprisingly, Yangchan chuckled, "Oh no, you are wrong, Prince, we do have evil wizards from time to time, those who have lost the way of Buddha. We were luckily able to control these evil wizards in time. But sadly, it is bing harder now, as a few evil ones receive support and backing from those expansionists who want to take over Bhutan. (A/N: You know whom I''m talking about.)


    "For the same reason, I wished to speak with you."


    Magnus silently rolled his eyes, ~*Sigh* Here I thought this country was perfect.~ "Please, say it, Grandmaster."


    "We need support to make our wizards stronger to face these threats. Despite having a rich past, we are a poor nation. Our wizards rely on mountain herbs to practice potions, but those are limited. The materials we buy from the major markets in China and India often cost us many times. So we are never able to use them to teach." Yangchen requested with a head held low. It was embarrassing for a man of such high standing to ask like this. Magnus understood this was why he brought them to this shrine, to speak alone.


    "Say no more, Ragnar will open a Potions shop in Bhutan. I will also donate a lot of books and brooms to you. If your King epts my proposal, you can send a few of your exceptional students to Hogwarts to get higher-level education. I am here to make Bhutan a better ce, Grandmaster, and I have no ulterior motives than to show the world that I mean good." Magnus told him.


    Ragnar agreed, "Sure, I''ll open a shop, as long as they pay the normal market price."


    "The market price is what we want. And I understand you, King Pendragon, I see the truth in your heart. I will convey the same to his majesty. In the meantime, feel free to look at this Monastery. Maybe meet a few Monk students." Yangchan suggested them. He then took them out to the courtyard and introduced a few students. As he had to go to the royal pce now.


    Magnus was happy, with Yangchan filling the king''s ears, the chances of King Wangchuck agreeing increased by a big margin.


    "Rag, how about we teach them quidditch?" Magnus suggested.


    Ragnar chuckled and mmed his fist on Magnus'' back, "You bastard, you want to make it popr here and then make money?"


    Magnus made the best poker face, "I''m not that greedy, my friend. Come, let''s y."


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