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After bringing the baby Voldemort back to the manor, Carl handed him over to Barry's care—he had no idea how to raise a child and figured it was better left to someone more capable.

With Voldemort now under his protection, Carl's days didn't become any more varied. He frequently discussed magical theory with Newt Scamander, and every few weeks he used a portkey—accessible only through the black market—to travel to France to meet Grindelwald.

Following his brief stay in New York, Grindelwald had abandoned his pursuit of the Obscurus. The Magical Congress of the United States was tightening its grip, hunting him relentlessly after his prison break. Realizing the risks, he shifted his base of operations to France, where he continued to advance his dark ambitions.

Carl's visits to Grindelwald were always for practical purposes. He sought instruction in dark magic, occasionally helping Grindelwald fend off the pursuit of the International Confederation of Wizards. His unique ninjutsu abilities, unlike anything seen in the wizarding world, earned him a fearsome reputation. Whispers about a mysterious magical fighter—blending hand gesture techniques with sorcery—spread like wildfire through Europe's magical underground.

Time flew by.

Before he knew it, the six-month duration of the small world had ended. On March 15th of the following year, Carl was back—returning to the office of Hudson Group in the main world.

"That was… quite the harvest," Carl muttered to himself, stretching as he appeared back in his sleek corner office, looking out at the skyline.

In half a year of relentless training, Carl had reached a magical proficiency on par with the average Auror of the Ministry of Magic. In some respects—especially in offensive versatility and agility—he had even surpassed them. His grasp of ninjutsu hadn't faltered either. He'd mastered nearly all of the techniques in his arsenal and learned to fuse them seamlessly with spells and close-combat moves. The result was a battle style entirely unique to him.

He hit the communicator on his desk.

"David, go get me a typewriter."

There was a brief pause before his assistant's voice came through, stern and unquestioning as always.

"Right away, boss!"

David had long since stopped questioning Carl's unusual requests. Over the years, he'd fetched everything from herbs to bodies —so a typewriter wasn't even close to being the weirdest thing.

In less than twenty minutes, David wheeled in a vintage mechanical typewriter. Carl didn't waste a moment.

He sat down, cracked his knuckles, and began typing at lightning speed. Books began to materialize from memory:

Magic Theory by Adalbert Waffling,

The Standard Book of Spells: Elementary by Miranda Goshawk,

The Magic of Baking Bread,

Enchanting Your Cheese,

Conjuring a Feast—

He transcribed dozens of magical texts he had memorized during his time in the Fantastic Beasts world.

With Hudson Group's rapid expansion and growing international influence, it was only a matter of time before organizations like Hydra, SHIELD, or even government agencies set their sights on him. Carl wasn't concerned for himself—his skills could handle nearly any threat —but Wanda was a different matter. Until the Mind Stone came into play and awakened her true potential, she was vulnerable.

So he'd made up his mind: Wanda would begin learning magic. That way, she'd be able to protect herself when he couldn't be by her side.

By the time he was finished, the office was littered with typed manuscripts. When Carl glanced at the clock, it was already evening. He bundled the typed pages together and handed them to David.

"Print these into proper books, double copies," he said. "Use our internal press. Quietly."

Back at home, Wanda was in the kitchen cooking dinner when Carl walked in with a huge stack of books in his arms.

"Honey, why did you bring home so many books?" she asked, setting down her spoon and walking over to help.

As she glanced at the covers, her brows furrowed. "Wait… these are fairy tale books?"

Carl smiled and shook his head. "Not exactly. I'll explain after dinner."

Wanda suddenly remembered the pan on the stove. "Oh no—the steak!" she cried, darting back into the kitchen to rescue their dinner.

Carl watched her go, a fond smile tugging at his lips. He knew the time had come. If Wanda was going to learn, she had to know everything. Keeping secrets would only cause problems down the line.

After dinner, they sat on the couch. Carl stacked the books on the table and turned to her with a serious expression.

"Wanda… these aren't fairy tales. They're real magic books."

She blinked at him, puzzled. "Magic? Babe, have you been overworking again?" she teased, reaching out to touch his forehead. "There's no such thing as magic."

Wanda, of course, had her own abilities. She could move objects with her mind, bend the will of energy and matter—but she had never thought of it as "magic." She chalked it up to a mutation, a strange consequence of whatever energy had changed her and her brother. Pietro's super speed had also emerged after that incident. They were special—but not magical. That word belonged in fairy tales.

"I'm serious, Wanda," Carl said gently. "There's something I haven't told you."

He reached into the mission space and withdrew the Elder Wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The table in front of them lifted off the ground slowly, floating as if weightless.

Wanda's mouth dropped open. "Oh my god…"

With another flick of the wand, the table eased back down to the ground.

"Wanda," Carl said softly, "I know you can do something similar. You've always had that gift, haven't you?"

Wanda's expression turned suddenly anxious. She bit her lip and looked down.

"I—I didn't mean to hide it from you," she said quietly. "I just… I was scared you'd think I was a freak. That you'd leave me."

Carl immediately reached for her hands, squeezing them gently.

"Wanda, I've always known. And I never once thought you were a freak. You're amazing. You're everything to me. I never told you about my magic either, because I wanted to protect you from that world. But now… things are changing."

He glanced out the window. "Hudson Group is expanding, and there are enemies—some of them not even human. If something happens to me, I need to know you can protect yourself."

Wanda's eyes welled with emotion. But as his words sank in, her power began to flare subconsciously. Red light glowed faintly around her fingers. All the furniture around them began to vibrate.

"Who wants to hurt you?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Wanda, please, calm down," Carl said quickly, placing both hands on her shoulders. "I said it's only a possibility. Nothing has happened yet. This is just preparation, that's all. Look at me—I'm perfectly fine."

She took a deep breath. The red glow slowly faded, and the furniture stopped trembling.

"Okay," she said softly. "If learning magic helps keep you safe, then I'll learn. Teach me everything."

Carl smiled warmly and kissed her forehead. "We'll start tomorrow."