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day.
It was te - 10:58 p.m.
Regal just came back from finishing his part-time job, and his small ft was still, bathed in the soft glow of the streetmp outside.
However, currently he couldn't be bothered with any other things right.
As soon as everything was set up, he yanked out the chair at his desk and powered up the puter.
The hum of the device powered on as he cracked his knuckles.
His sharp blue eyes fixed on the bnk dot.
For a moment, just a moment, he paused.
Then he began typing.
The first words appeared on the s:
＜Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone＞
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Followed by, the dot began increasing in size, chapter by chapter, all ing down with eerie crity.
Hours slipped by unnoticed.
The night outside deepehe city's sounds fading to nothingness except for his typing sounds.
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Regal finally leaned ba his chair, exhaling slowly as the faint gray of dawn filtered through the windows.The s before him dispyed the finished manuscript - a full volume, meticulously typed out.He bli the clo the er of the s. 5:23 AM.A dry ugh escaped him as he rubbed at his bleary eyes, his lips quirking into a tired but triumphant smirk.The hard part was done, but he wasn’t finished.With a stretch of his arms and a roll of his neck, Regal pulled the keyboard closer.Now, it was time to polish.This wasn’t just about copying - it never was.The foundation was solid, but it wasn’t perfeot yet.He started with the gring holes, the ones fans from his old world had ranted about endlessly.A weak expnation here, a ky piece of logic there.With the [System] feeding him crity and recall, Regal dissected easistency with surgical precision.Every line had to make sense, every thread tightly woven.As the hours passed, he moved on to what really excited him - the additions.Harry is still the wide-eyed, slightly clueless boy from the inal, but he added infused nitpits of intelligence shown through in quieter moments and even doubting his own p the Wizarding World.To reinforce this, he gave Harry small but meaningful habits - a tendency to doodle on part when nervous, and an uny knack fnizing patterns.Harry was still kied but carried more physical scars from his upbringing.However, in the end, not all of those scars were entirely ive - they were the very marks that had reshaped who he had bee.He carried signs of resilience born from hardship - mental toughness, calloused hands, remarkable endurance…. and made him uand the preciousness of showing kio others. These traits weren’t just superficial - they became a quiet part of his identity, subtly influeng his daily life at Hogwarts. Whether it was handling grueling Quidditch practices, navigating the castle’s corridors with his friends, or enduring challehers might shy away from, these qualities added depth to his character.All this because as a fan himself, Regal wanted Harry to feel less like a vessel for the plot and more like a real person thrust into araordinary world - making him stand out not just as ‘the Boy Who Lived’ but as someone shaped by his past in both strengths and vulnerabilities.These details would not only make him retable but also set the stage for more dynamic growth.Regal also ged the Antagonists a little. He wanted a tad bit more of an aura surrounding him than what was shown - like beira secretive in taking his name while also expl his carkyness and twisted idealism.The Wizarding World, as magical as it was, felt smaller than it should have been.So, he stretched its horizons.The world itself became a character under Regal’s revisions. He fleshed out magical politics, giving the Ministry of Magiternal fas vying for power. Regal introduced underground magical societies, rogue potion-makers, bck-market wand smiths, and even magical archaeologists unc long-fottes.He expahe reaagic beyond Britain, pnting seeds for any side stories and future arcs.The existenagical beings like phoenixes, taurs, and goblins was now tied to intricate legends, with hints that some of them knew secrets even wizards had fotten.Hidden citadels buried in the folds of time.A deeper lore behind magical creatures, eg them to legends that made their existence feel rooted in history.Then came the foreshadowing - oh, how he loved foreshadowing.Subtle hints, barely noticeable on a first read but clear as daylight in hindsight.The ti mention of a cursed artifact here, a fleeting refereo a shadowed figure in aexts there.Regal added every detail he could in the first volume.A bedtime tale hi the Deathly Hallows, while Ollivander spoke of legendary wands with veiled significe. Hagrid’s reting of Voldemort hi his obsession with immortality, and whispers of cursed objects foreshadowed darker magie.Regal deepened character yers too. Neville’s quiet parallels to Harry hi his significe, while Draco briefly questioned his father’s beliefs, showing early signs of inner flict. Hermione, in an unguarded moment, fided her struggles with belonging, and Snape’s cryptic remark about loyalty foreshadowed his plex motivations.The world itself felt richer. Harry stumbled upon hints of ical schools and a murals depig fotten battles, teasing a grander magical history. Legends of the Founders were woven into subtle discoveries, like a cryptic riddle tied to Sazar Slytherin.Regal smiled to himself, imagining readers catg these breadcrumbs in ter books, their amazement as they realized it nned from the start.Still, he made sure the story stayed true to its roots as a children’s book. Any additions aimed at older readers were subtle, serving as small nods or takeaways without overshadowing the core narrative. Actually, he deliberately made sure these elements went unnoticed by a ten-year-old audience.He wanted younger readers to simply skim past them, captivated by the exg line, while the deeper yers lingered for those who could appreciate them ter.
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By the time he leaned back again, the light outside was brighter, the m well underway.
"This is going to blow them away." Regal murmured to himself, his voice hoarse from hours of silence.
He finally rose from his seat, his body stiff from sitting in the same pce for a straight twe hours.
A few quick stretches loosened him up.
He made his way to the kit, grabbing a bite for breakfast, well, lunch at 03:29 a.m.
Afterward, he colpsed onto his bed, pletely drained.
Sleep came quickly, and he .
He had a job to report to at 9:30 a.m.
It had been a long, deliberate night, he had pnned, from yesterday evening until now.
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Over the four days, Regal shifted between verifying his work and handling his part-time job.
Every detail was checked, rechecked, and refined.
Finally, after a thh review of everything, he felt fident enough to secure the cht for his novel.
As soon as the paperwork was plete, Regal didn't hesitate.
The hunt began immediately.
He wasn't naive enough to think it would be easy.
He knew how tough it was to break into the publishing world - the big pyers wouldn't give an unknown writer a sed gnot with zero credentials.
Still, he dove in headfirst, sending query letters to every major publisher he could find, the manuscript polished and ready to go.
Each pitch was meticulously crafted.
Regal highlighted the uniqueness of his reimagining, the depth he had added, and the twists no one saw ing.
He made sure to emphasize the inality, the raw potential.
But as expected, the responses were mostly silence.
The few that came back were the same painfully polite rejes that felt like pre-writtees.
No surprises there. He k wouldn't be a quick win, but it still left a bitter taste each time.
What did surprise him, though, was how little attentiohe smaller, indepe publishers gave his work.
His manuscript was too bold, too different for them to sider a debut novel.
Still, he kept tinuing.
…and fod's sake, why wouldn't he?
When he already saw it with his owhe potential this book could reach.
So, he simply kept at it.
Days turned into weeks.
More and more unanswered emails piled up in his inbox, with a couple of rejeails.
But then, one evening, an email arrived.
It was from a publishing house called - Everleaf Press.
Ae it not belonging in his initial sought-out list, he remembers the name.
He read some intriguing stories about.
A named publishing house with some decades of history.…
However, mas cim that currently the house is on the verge of shutting dowo a string of unsuccessful ventures.
For some reasal felt he might get his book done here.
Again, not like he had many choices to begin with, so without hesitation, he emailed them his manuscript.
And now seeing aor reach out to him made his guess more solid.
They liked it and wao meet.
Regal didn't waste time.
His reply was instant, his words clear and professional.
Within mihe meeting was set for tomorrow.
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[To be tinued…]
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