Harry crept cautiously through the snow. Three weeks had passed since his arrival in this world, and he slowly got used to living here. Life here was rougher and harder, but also more fulfilling. Walder and he lived in a small fishing village on the edge of Gods Eye Lake. They didn't have much, but Harry's hunting trips gave them food and warm furs. Right now Harry was hunting wild animals again, which they were mercifully allowed to kill. A few meters away from Harry stood a large moose, which was looking for food in the thicket. Slowly, Harry aimed his stone staff at the moose and whispered stupor. Immediately a reddish ray shot out of the stone stick and hit the moose, who immediately fell over.
Harry quickly ran to the moose, drew his hunting knife, and cut the moose's throat. The elk made a few more convulsions until death took it. When the moose was dead, Harry used his stone staff to conjure a stretcher and put the moose on it, then made the stretcher feather-light. Then he put his stone staff away again and dragged the elk behind him. He thought about what he would do next. Well, he had to make himself a real wand. It was anything but easy with the resources at his disposal. His stone staff was not suitable for higher magic. He broke far too easily if he used too much magic. Harry has already lost three stone staffs as a result.
For a real wand, however, he first had to make his tools and here he had some problems. To create a wand, he needed a cauldron of stone, or better yet, a cauldron of silver. But you couldn't find that much silver everywhere and the cauldron he was currently building wasn't finished yet.
Not for the first time, Harry was glad he had read all the books about runes and focus-making at Hogwarts. Especially after his duel against Voldemort, at Daphne's urging, he intensified this research, which also did much of the research. Otherwise, he would have no way of making his own wand. Without a wand, he was nothing more than a talented man who could do quite a few magic tricks. His knowledge of wandless magic was very limited as he could not simply draw the wand movements in the air to cast the magic. He had to have a wand again to use real magic. Only then could he deepen his study of magic. But Harry couldn't think of that right now. He had to survive.
Harry slowly pulled the moose through the woods, always careful not to fall. Because he knew if he fell he could hurt himself and so alone in winter it would be certain death. It would all have been a lot easier with a horse, but he couldn't afford one and Walder had gone off to do something for old Qoherys. A job that would earn Walder a few more days. Not much, but enough to fill their bellies with food for a few days. The moose sticks to them more while surviving. They could also sell the elk meat very well or eat it themselves. The meat from one such 300-kilo elk yielded a good 40 stag, enough to feed them for a month, but the next trader was not expected for a few weeks and the winter still seemed to be very severe.
Harry trudged through the snow for a whole hour until he finally reached the village where he lived with Walder. It was a small fishing village. No more than thirty houses of simple wood and a small stone forge. In the center of the village was a small sept dedicated to the seven gods. Harry pulled his moose to the house he shared with Walder and brought him inside. A little disgusted by what he now had to do, Harry immediately got to work. He skinned the elk and cut the meat into portions that could be processed further.
For hours he struggled with the elk to cut it up since unfortunately, he could not use his magic in such activities. When the work was done, he put everything away and made himself comfortable in front of the fire. Sitting in front of the fire, he thought about what had happened in the last few weeks. In the beginning, it was difficult for him to live in this new world. It was rougher and there were no morals. The powerful took what they wanted, and the common people had to serve. Death could come at any moment. Be it through illness, hunger, murder, or because a noble didn't like your face. Anything could lead to your death. The killing of animals was also difficult for Harry. Since being in this new world he had had to kill quite a few animals just to survive. It made him sick inside, but he fought through it. Killing Death Eaters had been easy in comparison. Harry laughed at himself as he did so. Killing people was a lot easier for him than killing wild animals. Maybe it was because people mostly tried to kill him.
The state of Technology was anything but pretty. Much of the implements used in this world were from the early Middle Ages and were of inferior quality. Very different from what he knew in his own world. Historically, Harry could date the technology to the early Middle Ages and he didn't like that at all. For many achievements of Roman times would not be here if they were ever developed in this world. But that also gave him a huge advantage. In his childhood, he loved history and especially weapons and implements. He had plans in his head for many of these innovations. He probably couldn't replicate it one-to-one, but with a little help. Yes, he could do it, but before that he needed power and money.
Harry wasn't fooling himself. He had to move on, build a boat and thus get rich. Because with money you could buy a lot in this world and possibly even a title of nobility. He didn't know how long he sat staring at the fire, lost in thought when the door opened and Walder stepped through.
"Come on, our nobleman is at home," Walder said gruffly, plopping down on a chair next to Harry. He took off his shoes and put his feet up on the table, which only earned Harry a sniff.
"Yes, I am at home. I bagged a moose today and secured our food supply for the next few weeks." Harry said distractedly, still staring at the fire.
"Well, I didn't get the job from old Qaherys and had to buy something in an inn so as not to starve.", came Walder, who then belched. Harry looked more closely into his eyes and saw the lie in Walder's eyes. He had been drinking again and didn't even go to the job. It wasn't news that this was happening, but today Harry wasn't particularly keen on Walder's excuses.
"I know you just got drunk again and are now lying to me, so shut up. When the weather is better, I'll get out of here and you'll be rid of me." Harry said irritably, leaning back in his chair. Walder sobered up immediately. Since Harry had lived with him, he didn't have to work as hard anymore, always had something to eat, and wasn't cold. when he was gone Well then he would have to do it all again and he didn't care.
"Sir. There's definitely something I can do to get her to stay here." Walder asked fawningly and Harry smiled inwardly. Walder was so simple and easy to manipulate that it was almost a shame. He knew what he wanted from Walder, and he would get it.
"Well, you sure know how to use a sword and bow? Teach me and you can accompany me." Harry said firmly and immediately got a vigorous nod from Walder. Harry would have liked to have him teach him how to ride as well, but that would have been noticeable when he was posing as a nobleman and couldn't even ride. He could explain not being able to fight with his magic, but not being able to ride, which was very difficult to explain. But here his Legimentik helped him. He had been practicing it for several days and got better and better. With that, he was already able to discover some secrets and skills that the other villagers had. Not that they were big mysteries, but some he was good at working with. Not long after, the two sat in front of the fire until Harry lay down to sleep, eager to see what he would learn from Walder.
Much earlier than Walder, Harry got up the next day and went about his business. He ate a loaf of bread and drank some water. Then he started his big project. A large stone that the two of them had to carry into the house lay in a corner and was just waiting for it to be completed. He took ashes from the dead fire and mixed them with a little water and his blood. He carefully drew several runes on the large stone, making sure they were all in their correct place. He then drew a circle around the stone and placed four clay pots filled with maple resin, pinecones, and ash in four corners. Assured that everything was in place, he drew out his stone staff and gently began the alchemical transmutation. Slowly, so as not to break his wand, Harry altered the shape of the stone. It required all of his attention, but with each passing minute, the stone was becoming more like a stone vessel that he needed. When the jar was nearly finished, he picked up the smaller stones he had treated earlier. These gneiss stones now had to be worked into the structure of the vessel. Not an easy task when you could only use alchemical transmutation with a mediocre stone staff.
Harry carefully murmured the incantations for this step of change and immediately heard a crack from his stone staff. Angered, he threw it aside and grabbed the nearest stone staff. Luckily for him it didn't break, and the gneiss turned into a tough mass. He rubbed the mass on the vessel and immediately it entered the vessel. The mass spread like small veins throughout the vessel and when it stopped working, Harry went to the nearest gneiss to repeat the process. He did this until the vessel could no longer hold the mass. The vessel had largely changed as a result of this process. Previously just a misshapen vessel, it now looked like a cauldron of black and gray stone. The gneiss veins had turned black and stood out in particular.
Carefully Harry examined his work and deemed it ready to take the next and final step to make it a true cauldron of stone. For this, he pulled out a special wand. He had created this out of iron and stone just for this task. It wasn't a pretty staff, just a functional one. The hilt was iron, and runes were etched all over the staff to hold it together long enough to complete this one task. Harry began to cast a long spell. It was almost a song, and after each verse, he tapped the cauldron, and little runes appeared on it. The staff in his hands began to vibrate, but he ignored it, concentrating on his task. More and more runes appeared on the cauldron, and when he was halfway through the spell, the staff began to glow in his fingers.
Harry tried to ignore it as best he could and cast the spell as fast as he could. Harry cast the spell for several minutes and when he was done, he threw his wand out of his hand and immediately put it in a pitcher of water. The four clay vessels caught fire and dissolved. They were sacrificed to power the transmutation. For several minutes he sat in front of his cauldron and admired it. The cauldron was still made of the same material, but now there was magic in it, and the runes represented that. These runes, which looked like gold, received incredible magic. A magic that probably nobody in this world knew yet. It was ancient magic and of a powerful kind. Not the wand-waving, not the weak, lame spells, but true magic. It hadn't been taught at Hogwarts for six centuries, as it was much easier to make tin or copper cauldrons, which were also much cheaper. But for the magic Harry needed, an old alchemist's cauldron was the only real thing. Copper cauldrons would melt, if not explode, within minutes from this magic.
Harry pulled his hand out of the mug and examined it. The hand was burned, but his magic was slowly healing him. He thanked all the gods that his rituals continued to work in this world. When he and his two lovers were looking for the hocruxes, they performed some very interesting rituals. This magic was forbidden, but the three didn't really care. So it was not surprising that they performed some very special rituals. Increased healing abilities, enhanced memory, increased physical strength, and double stamina than usual. These were the rituals that could not be considered very dark performed by the three. Harry, who had wanted a large family for years, decided to perform another very dark and evil ritual. It increased potency and fertility, longevity, and the likelihood of the child becoming magical. But the ritual required sacrificing the genitals of thirty magicians. This was anything but difficult for him, because there were many Death Eaters who no longer needed genitals.
When his hand healed, he poured the water in the jar into the cauldron, threw pine cones and raven bile and raven feathers into the cauldron, and got ready to prepare the other ingredients for his wand core. He pulled the stasized heart of a wolf and a deer out of his tattoo and placed both on his cutting board to extract some heart fibers from the hearts. He then performed a spell that combined the two together with a fox's tail hairs. While this was happening, the water in the cauldron was boiling and he was able to add the next set of ingredients. He slashed his palm with a knife and dripped some of his own blood into the cauldron. After that he poured some alcohol into the cauldron and cast a little spell. Immediately small flames danced on the surface of the water. He took the beech wood halves for the staff and checked again whether the runes were present everywhere. Then he took the core and put it in the cauldron, which was no longer burning. He drew a stone wand and cast a spell that turned the liquid in the cauldron silver and after a few seconds spat out the wand core. In the air, he caught the core with the beech wood halves and waited until everything connected properly. There was a hiss between his fingers as if the wand was about to explode, but then the hissing stopped, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The runes disappeared from the beech wood and took on a dark black color. Now all he had to do was carve the staff properly. With a wave of his hand, the cauldron stopped boiling and Harry took a knife to finally give his wand its final form. This style of wand-making was considered obsolete but produced passable wands. Harry would have preferred to use unicorn hair or dragon heartstrings, but those weren't available. So, he had to make do with what he had. The method he used was common when modern wand cores were scarce. Often these ingredients were too expensive or impossible to find, so the common wizards had come up with something. Since they had no magical animals, they took parts of ordinary animals and enchanted them along with their own blood.
This created good wands that only worked for the creator. Unfortunately, these wands weren't very good for very fine magic like transmute or transfigure, as most were pure combat wands. Not that he cared about owning a battle wand.
For the next several hours, until Walder slept off his intoxication, Harry carved his wand, gradually taking on its true form. He had decided to give it a length of thirteen inches. He was also very stiff, but what was irrelevant. When he was done, Harry immediately tested him. He sent his magic into the staff and could feel the power emanating from it. The wand had power, not comparable to his phoenix wand or the elder wand, but powerful nonetheless. With a flick of the wand, the cauldron rose and the interior immediately disappeared. One more sniff and the cauldron shrank and became light as a feather. Satisfied, Harry put the cauldron in his pocket and walked over to Walder who had just finished his breakfast.
"So you've got one of those damn wands again. Let's see how you handle the bow." Walder said as Harry sat down next to him and stood up.
Hello Readers. I would like to thank you for the numerous reviews. Some of the reviews got me thinking a little about the path my story had taken. One person said it's a little odd that Harry is so much older than Rhaenyra. I have to agree with him on that, but Harry needs this time to become the person he needs to be to court Rhaenyra. The next few chapters were really fun to write even though I put hours into creating them. So I put hours into researching ships for the trip alone. What did they look like, what length are they, and where is what on a ship. The next chapter will appear on 12/1/22. I've mostly finished it and am currently writing the fifth chapter, but this one hasn't progressed much since posting the story due to some stress. Work, master's degree, and private life don't want to be combined, especially because I'm just getting into a small exam phase in which I have an exam every week. After Christmas comes to the hardest test. It's kind of a knockout test. Either you pass the exam and thus the course or you have to take the subject again.