great-warnovel Chapter 222 Modern Forging Room
Chapter 222 Modern Forging Room
Chapter 222 Modern Forging Room
After leaving the ancient forging workshop, the group turned into the adjacent modern forging workshop, which was the source of the echoing sounds of hammering throughout the mountain.
A thin stream of lava flowed into the room through a ditch. This room was twice the size of the ancient forge, but there were only a few shirtless fairies sitting in front of simple lathes and boilers. The huge stamping equipment operated intermittently, seemingly without any regularity.
High-temperature steam is ejected from the boiler, but it is drawn in by an enlarged flared nozzle and expelled to the outside.
The fairies watched the machines operate while hammering something with small hammers; indeed, there were very primitive anvils and forging hammers here as well.
That hammer was almost identical to the one Hermione used when she forged her wand.
Several fairy children, who were playing in the forge, saw a group of humans appear and quickly ran behind the lathe.
Only a few older fairies remained, with protruding bellies, sparse hair, and messy beards. They leisurely swung their small hammers, making a clanging sound, and one by one, delicate silver parts inexplicably took shape.
It seems that they don't need any molds, pliers or other aids at all. They just casually take silver ingots from the shelf next to them, heat them up and hammer them, and they can easily shape them into any shape they want.
These parts included gears, armor plates, and some strange, incomprehensible shapes. They hopped and skipped into a box on the side, seemingly without any need for sorting; the fairies simply piled them together haphazardly.
Those machine tools don't seem to be as efficient as manual labor.
"We forge some power armor and everyday items here, but there are too few people and the demand isn't high, so people only come here to do some crafting when they're bored," Gornuk said.
"To be honest, the coexistence faction has been cut off by the other fairies. We hide in secret realms all day long, even more reclusive than the hermit faction." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, but this was just a prelude.
The Coexistence Faction wants to reconnect with the wizards; this is a high-level strategic vision reached between him and Dumbledore. Since they are joining forces, there must be concrete actions. Currently, the Coexistence Faction is in a weak position, so it is natural for them to take the initiative and give Dumbledore the hint.
The White Wizard, with a hint of surprise, said aptly, "Perfect timing. Hogwarts is returning to the Scottish Highlands, which will likely require a considerable amount of weaponry and equipment to arm the teachers and students. I wonder if you could help us forge some? Of course, we will exchange it for resources you need from the outside world."
"Of course," Gonuk replied.
"However, the silver armor I'm wearing is too complicated and produced in very low quantities, so I'm afraid it's impossible to provide it to all of you. But simpler, general-purpose armor will be fine."
The silver power armor he wore was the pinnacle of goblins' craftsmanship, incorporating elements of both magic and Muggle technology. It boasted exceptional defensive capabilities, was lightweight and form-fitting without hindering spellcasting, and most importantly, enhanced the wearer's physical attributes, compensating for the goblins' weakness in strength and allowing them to overturn horned beasts with their bare hands. It was truly a treasure.
"As for weapons, we can forge air rifles and chainsaw swords, but I'm afraid you're not very used to firearms, and not many of you use swords either, right?" Many of the Muggles' weapons and equipment come from the inventions of the fairies, and even the entire production line is handcrafted by the fairies, which makes it very difficult for Muggle scientists to replicate.
When he asked this question, everyone's gaze turned to the Gryphon Trio: one with a chain, one with a shield and sword, and one who was merely a scabbard.
Harry awkwardly touched his nose: "What! You guys don't understand the thrill of hitting flesh with a hammer!"
An old, elfin blacksmith in the forge laughed heartily: "I never expected that Godric's successors would also favor melee combat. It has to be said that this is the cycle of fate."
He glanced at the wands of the humans present, finally fixing his gaze on Hermione.
"Your wand—can I see it?"
Hermione's expression shifted, and she took the silver staff off her back and handed it to the old witch.
Although he looked old, his hands did not tremble at all as he took the cane and carefully felt around it.
"That's right—that's right, this is goblin core metal, the ancient inert mithril used to control Muggle reactors—and it's mixed with something else—the secret formula of those extinction-faction goblins."
He pressed his eyes against the intricate patterns and deeper details as if examining a rare treasure.
"? Is there some kind of pulse beating inside? Is it a heartstring? That makes sense, that's how your wizards' wands are."
"The structure here seems more plausible than the data provided by the extermination faction. Has it been modified by you?"
He looked at Hermione, who shrugged: "The little wizard's wand selection, it suits my [inclinations], but it's quite difficult to fuse with the heartstrings of magical creatures, so I found the forge you left in Cherokee Castle."
The old goblin nodded in relief: "That's right, Chernobi. That's the only place where you can get the scattered control rods. But you actually managed to integrate your heartstrings into the ancient inert mithril. This stuff repels everything. The goblins of the Extinction Faction spent countless efforts to modify it."
He handed the staff back to Hermione, saying reluctantly, "Take good care of it."
"Of course." This is Hermione's wand, how could I not cherish it?
The old monster added one last thing: "If it were inserted back into the reactor, this one would be equivalent to the performance of all the previous control rods—on the black market, the Extinction Faction might be willing to trade an entire city for it."
The staff now exceeds the performance limits of demon core metal, and can also be considered to have exceeded the technological limits of the fairies. They would never hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy it back for research.
"Demon Core Metal Polymer—ha, those Extinctionists have kept so much from us." Harry eagerly leaned over, handing over the Chain Collision: "Want to see mine too?"
But the old goblin only glanced at it casually: "Ordinary metal, ordinary craftsmanship, but as a wand..."
"That suits you quite well."
Harry was somewhat disappointed, especially since Hermione's wand had been praised so highly.
The old witch couldn't help but say, "But as a warrior, haven't you considered bringing a shield? I can forge you a top-notch one."
Harry shook his head: "That would be too inconvenient, it would hinder my rolling, and—" he said, bending down and grabbing an empty bucket, instantly transforming it into a gleaming silver shield.
"It's enough to be able to conjure it up temporarily." He had witnessed Dumbledore conjure a silver shield that could withstand the Death Curse out of thin air, which was the highest level of Transfiguration, so he was also working towards that goal.
The old witch shrugged and didn't insist.
Dumbledore subtly nudged the children around him, signaling them to go and ask for some benefits as well.
Of all these kids, only the daring Harry dared to push his way forward; why were the others so uncooperative?
Hermione mentally instructed herself to score, then quietly circled around to the back and pushed Neville out. By the time he mustered the courage to speak up, it would be too late.
The old goblin's gaze shifted to Neville, who had come out kneeling. He had clearly been instructed by Gonuk to try to improve relations with the wizards today, and giving these young wizards some benefits was obviously the most convenient way.
"Can I see my wand?" Neville asked, blushing, as he pulled out his sword sheath.
The old goblin originally thought that Harry was just at a similar level, and that he could offer some advice or give him some goblin creations.
But the moment he saw the scabbard, he was surprised again.
"This scabbard once held a very unusual sword, didn't it?" He turned the scabbard upside down and peered into the opening with one eye.
"Hermione said this used to be the scabbard of Durandal, the holy sword of the Muggles," Neville explained.
"Ah~ no wonder, he has a rather strong will." The old witch looked at Neville again.
"He is indeed a promising swordsman." He paused again, as if considering whether he should say it.
After a moment of silence, he continued, "But the sword that belongs to you has not yet come into your hands."
This statement stunned everyone. Was his wand and scabbard not yet in their complete form? Could a wizard's wand really evolve and assemble as it grows up?