Harry Potter: The Hidden Wizard

Time Skip: 2 Years Later

So, it's been two more years of my awesome life. I've just completed my secondary education, and let me tell you, I didn't just pass with flying colors—I broke the damn sound barrier.

Now, what else, what else…

Ah, yes, my book. I already published The Lightning Thief a while ago, and my second book, The Sea of Monsters, has been sent for review. The publishers have already greenlit it and are working on marketing.

Well, as for contracts, copyright and royalties,

After I showed my book to my parents, they were delighted and, obviously, proud. That's when I found out that before marriage, my mom was actually majoring in business but dropped out of university when she got pregnant with me.

And just like that, I gained my very own personal secretary/manager.

Coincidentally, one of my dad's friends works as an editor at a publishing house called "Penguin" or something (yeah, yeah, I know, total plot Armor bullshit). So I was pretty confident that my book would at least get a proper review.

After submitting it, I went through a lot of back-and-forth discussions, mainly because of my stubbornness about keeping all copyrights—digital, character rights, movie, TV, EVERYTHING. (Because I also plan to publish this in the wizarding world, and who knows? Maybe the owner of Penguin has some wizard connections that could cause legal trouble later.)

But my adamant stance on rights came with a price.

I only got a $5,000 advance and 7% royalty for hardcover sales and 5% for paperback. And of course, they made me sign a promissory note that they'd get the first preference for publishing the sequel.

Thankfully, my mom handled the negotiation, or else I would have had to hire a lawyer or manager. And hey, every buck saved is every buck earned.

Now,

With $5,000 freshly deposited into my joint bank account with my mom, the first thing I did was join a Table Tennis (TT) club.

At first, I saw quick improvement in my reaction time, but after a few months, progress slowed down. Still, every microsecond matters when you're dodging a Killing Curse.

Well, back to the book,

Within a year of publishing, The Lightning Thief won a ton of awards, including:

Carnegie Medal (Children's Book Award - UK)Waterstones Children's Book PrizeBlue Peter Book AwardsBranford Boase AwardGuardian Children's Fiction PrizeNestlé Smarties Book PrizeRed House Children's Book AwardBritish Book Awards - Children's Fiction

And most importantly, sales were insane.

So far, it has already sold over 70,000 copies in the UK. International publishing hasn't started yet because my strict copyright terms are causing some issues. But no way am I giving up my rights, even if it means earning less in the short term.

My first paycheck is coming next month since we signed a yearly revenue-sharing contract.

Next up for discussion—magic.

Did I ever tell you guys that I'm a genius? Of course, given how modest I normally am, I would never indulge in self-praise.

{Editor shouting: This motherf**er is a full-blown egotistical hypocrite. Always bragging about how awesome he is, and now he's calling himself modest.}*

Okay, leaving the useless editor's rant aside—like I said, for the first time in this entire novel, I am a genius.

So, I thought, if magic in the Harry Potter universe is all about intent, then shouldn't strong intent be enough to bypass the need for a wand—at least for simple spells like Lumos? Since I wasn't making any progress, I decided to be a bit cruel to myself. What did I do? I covered my room with board pins, turned off all the lights, and—this is the worst part—released some garden insects in my room. Now, before you say anything, yes, I do have a phobia. I'm entomophobic in real life too.

{Editor laughing in the corner: This devil, who makes me question my life daily, is scared of a tiny insect?}

And let me tell you, it worked like a damn charm. The moment I opened the insect box, I felt them crawling all over me. Even though they weren't actually on me, my mind convinced me they were—like they were gonna crawl into my nose or ears. I managed to keep my fear in check for a second or two before I jumped… but I landed on the pins. That's when I had my realization—I am a complete and utter dumbass. My foot was already bleeding, and the only way to ensure I didn't step on more pins was to see where I was going. Out of sheer panic, I screamed Lumos at the top of my lungs—and boom, it worked like a mini flashbang.

After that incident, I got a tetanus shot from the doctor and a week of house arrest from my mom.

But still, progress is progress. After that, I started trying to recall the exact feeling of fear while casting Lumos without a wand. It doesn't work as explosively anymore, but at least it acts as a small LED light at night. So yeah, baby steps.

For weighted telekinesis, I can easily lift and control up to 20 kg with no issues. As for max weight, I was able to lift one corner of my father's car for a second or two, so that's about 120-150 kg—which is insane.

Now, when it comes to refining control, I'm currently trying to separate oil from water using telekinesis. Let me tell you, it's stupidly difficult. The molecules are smaller, fluid, and a nightmare to control. But hey, playing with water is fun, so no complaints.

Another fun exercise I did was with a crazy ball (you know, those super bouncy ones). The challenge? Making it bounce and catching it only using magic. What I did was push it against the wall using telekinesis, and as soon as it reached me, I'd slap it in another direction. Started with one ball, now I'm playing catch with three—and it's f*ing amazing**. I already feel like The Flash.

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Now, for the most fun part, I'll let my dear editor take the stage…

{Editor here, guys.

 I think this might be the last chapter I'll ever edit because he's already started practicing on me. Just the other day, he was trying to control my blood flow to stop circulation in my leg.

Thankfully, it didn't work.

He kept shouting something about how it's next to impossible to control a living being's body parts.

"Thanks, Merlin, that it's difficult—otherwise, I'd be dead by now!"

Hopefully, you guys have your money ready.

I've already created a Patreon account on his behalf, because let's be real—he had zero plans to even make one.

He'd probably just keep tormenting me instead of setting it up, or worse, pay me extra peanuts to do it for him.

So please, buy that damn membership as soon as I publish there… and somehow, Pls save me.

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