great-warnovel Chapter 225 The Book of Legnak
Chapter 225 The Book of Legnak
Chapter 225 The Book of Legnak
The Book of Legnark—a magical book passed down to his descendants by Legnark I, the maker of the Gryffindor sword.
It contains all his forging techniques and magic. Elves are accustomed to electing the most skilled as king, and the Legnark family has been able to become kings of the elves for generations, thanks in no small part to this book.
Of course, this position now belongs to Lanlock II.
"Grinland has this book. Although it may be a bit outdated, it represents the pinnacle of ancient fairy magic and techniques, and I think you would be interested in it," Gornuk said.
"Is there anything about the Winter Curse?" Bill perked up; this was his main purpose for coming to the Fairy Realm.
Gonuk shook his head, his expression complicated: "That's a secret technique that Lanlock II inherited from his father. It was because of this powerful curse that he was chosen as king."
"Don't even mention us, even the other fairies of the Extinction Faction don't understand how he did it—a terrifying curse that spread globally and lasted for decades!"
Bill could only shrug in disappointment, but it was also expected. If the goblins all knew how to break the Winter's Curse, then the Coexistence Faction would have already approached Hogwarts for cooperation.
"What is Silver Mother?" Harry asked curiously.
"It's a huge natural silver mine that we transformed using fairy magic. It can devour other metals and slowly transform them into the fairy silver we love," Gonuk explained.
"If we take a small piece from it and Miss Granger changes its properties, we can obtain a continuous supply of transmutation silver."
Hermione found it somewhat amusing; these goblins really had a good idea. "That's not enough. It's just an outdated goblin spellbook, and most of it contains goblin techniques that I can't learn. At most, it can only broaden my horizons."
Gonuk was in a dilemma. This was their most valuable possession, and probably not many wizards in the entire secret realm would even consider it.
"Furthermore, if that piece of silver has already been enchanted by you, I don't know if it can successfully undergo a qualitative change. I'll have to go and see for myself."
She paused for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "How about this, the professor and I will go take a look at that silver mother. If we can manage it, the goblins will be responsible for the reconstruction of Hogsmeade Village, how about that?"
If we want to build Hogwarts into a new wizarding city, the ruins of a village from fifty years ago are not enough.
Whether it's teachers and students or future wizards and Muggles, very few of them probably understand civil engineering.
If fairies can handle such a huge brass building, building houses for humans shouldn't be too difficult for them.
"It's settled then!"
Gonuk thought it was just a project for one village and immediately agreed. Little did he know that Hermione's intention was to build a huge wizarding city that would surround Hogwarts, based on Hogsmeade!
"You all stay here. The professor and I will go check on the silver mother." Hermione winked at the children, especially the twins, telling them to get their hands on the goblins' wool. The twins returned her knowing look.
The Silver Mother was stored in the goblins' vault. Gnuck, along with Dumbledore and Hermione, zigzagged along the minecart for a long time, passing through a thief-proof waterfall that they had only read about in books, before finally entering a brass hall buried deep in the mountain.
It still required the fairies' long fingers to unlock it, and this time it was equipped with a complicated mechanical combination lock. After fiddling with it for a long time, the heavy and complicated metal door slowly opened.
The scene before me was a sea of gold: mountains of Galleons and various jewels and gold artifacts; rows of gleaming, sharp weapons and armor neatly hung on shelves; firearms, enormous bearings and metal pipes; fist-sized rubies; and magnificent crowns that clearly belonged to an era.
Hermione and Dumbledore looked at Gnuck with surprise, never expecting that the goblin's vault contained so much wealth.
The fairy gave an awkward laugh: "These are all accumulated over thousands of years, but they're actually not very useful anymore. We can't spend these Galleons and antiques."
He quickly directed the two to look towards the center of the treasure vault, where on the only rock wall that wasn't paved with bricks...
It is inlaid with a large piece of shimmering, natural silver ore, resembling an irregular, abstract sculpture that twists and turns. Below it are piles of raw copper, iron, and other ores, and the surface is covered with honeycomb-like cavities, indicating that it has been almost completely absorbed.
Above the wall hangs a basket filled with high-purity silver ore secreted by the silver mother, which can be transformed into usable metal ingots with a little refining.
"Gringotts not only established Gringotts in the wizarding world, but also created this primordial silver mother, which made the process of making silverware much simpler for the goblins. The originally complicated mithril refining process was simplified to piling up metal ore here," Gornuk said proudly.
Dumbledore stepped forward and gently touched the silver mother-of-pearl with his fingers. He was not only a master of transmutation but also a master of alchemy, and had a very high understanding of the transformation of such substances.
"It is similar to Nicolas Flamel's theory, but all the steps are completed silently inside the ore, without the need for rituals, heating, or extraction. It is truly exquisite magic."
Hermione followed, focusing her senses and using her third eye to touch Mother Silver.
Soon, she was drawn into the vision inside the ore, a world that seemed to be a living ocean, bustling with life. The Silver Mother appeared to be a piece of metal, but its interior was as if it were alive, constantly absorbing nutrients from other ores to give birth to its own kind.
She discovered that besides using her third eye to track enemies, this ability to directly observe internal structures also seemed to be very powerful for forging.
"Should we cut it open? Won't that damage the existing magic?" she asked with some concern.
The silver mother's interior was like a single unit, and she didn't know where to begin.
"No need to be so rough." Gonuk gently stroked the ore with his fingers, and the next moment, a smaller clump of silver ore was spat out of the mother ore with a squelch and fell to the ground.
"Look, it obeys the fairy's commands."
However, this piece of silver mother cannot be considered a living thing; it only possesses some characteristics of life and cannot compare to the silver teardrop of the Knox people.
Hermione picked up the silver nugget, which was about the size of her head, took out the forging hammer she had just grabbed from her waist, and tried to tap it.
bite....
"That won't work. Its internal magic is very active. If I forcefully suppress it, it might damage its original power," the little witch said, frowning.
"Perhaps we should look into the Book of Legnac first; it might offer a solution," Dumbledore suggested. The goblin's spellbook might provide some clues, but if the deal fell through, the goblins would be at a loss.
Gonuk hesitated for a moment, but then agreed.
They took the living silver nugget and left the treasure vault for another brass hall.
The place was filled with enormous bookshelves, filled with large books and scrolls bound in parchment and brass. The one in charge was an old goblin with white eyebrows and beard, who was writing something on a copper plate with a fine silver pen, completely ignoring the two humans who had suddenly barged in.
"He's writing an outline of fairy history, which could be a way to continue civilization if the fairies go extinct," Gonuk casually remarked, but one could sense that the coexistence faction was quite pessimistic about the future.
They approached a huge book, nearly as tall as a person, made of gold and silver, with a crown made of rubies and sapphires on top, and a small inscription on the spine.
"Knowledge belongs to oneself, as do the creations born from knowledge."
Clearly, Legnack believed until his death that the Gryffindor sword should belong to him.
With unwavering focus, Gonuk used magic to open the large book: "You can only read it here, and you can't copy it. This is the biggest concession I can make."