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Harry Potter In The Witcher [60]
🕑 Added 2025-08-19 16:00:36 +0000 UTCThe first task would be to set up a magical perimeter, a massive, invisible dome, to keep the precious heat in, and to stop it from escaping out into the frozen wilderness.
While his five, newly-subjugated dragons lazed about in the snow, their white scales blending in almost perfectly, Harry began to walk around the entire, vast perimeter of the clearing, setting up a large, complex ward.
It was, at its core, actually a simple, common charm for magical insulation, one that he was now expanding, amplifying, and weaving into a full, permanent ward around the entire area.
It took him several long, grueling hours to slowly circle the entire clearing, all while mentally, and continuously, casting the complex, multi-layered spell.
When he finally finished, he reached out and touched his own magic to the newly created ward, testing its strength, its resilience, making sure it would not collapse, or even flicker, if some pesky, curious sorcerer or sorceress ever tried to mess with it.
He would put up the more traditional, and more lethal, protection and anti-intruder wards a little later on in his planning.
One of the next biggest, and equally important, problems he had to solve in the Far North was the severe lack of readily available food.
There was plenty of wild game, to be sure, but not nearly enough to support a real, growing population of humans. Especially not a settled, non-nomadic population.
There were two main ways to fix this problem, he knew. He needed to make it possible to grow more crops, and he needed to make sure there was more game available for hunting.
Harry knew, better than any other human currently alive on this world, how incredibly dangerous it was to just carelessly mess with natural ecosystems.
So, he would have to do this very, very carefully, proportionally scaling up the entire local ecosystem without actually making it physically bigger.
The trees and the plants in the area would need to be magically encouraged to produce more fruit, more seeds, more leaves, which would, in turn, provide more food for the small animals and the various herbivores who ate them.
This, in turn, would help their populations to rise, which would, in turn, help the omnivore and the carnivore populations to rise as well, creating a richer, more vibrant food chain.
Of course, it wasn't quite that simple. He would have to use his powerful, life-giving magic to make the plants grow stronger, hardier, and he would have to magically… encourage the local animal populations to fornicate a little more frequently than they usually would.
But it was, he knew, possible.
Harry got started by finding a large, solitary boulder in the center of the clearing and going to work on transfiguring it.
He thought, with intense, focused concentration, about the exact shape, the exact size, the exact intricate details of what he wanted to create.
He quickly started to sweat, despite the freezing air, just from the sheer amount of raw, focused magical concentration he had to put into this particular, highly complex act of transfiguration.
After nearly ten long, uninterrupted minutes of pure, focused willpower, he finally opened his eyes.
In front of him, where there had once been a large, un unremarkable stone, now sat what looked like a massive, perfectly spherical container.
At a closer look, the container appeared to be made out of a strange, shifting, mixed color of copper and bronze.
Running his hands along its smooth, seamless surface, Harry couldn't feel a single, minute imperfection.
Despite its distinct metallic sheen, however, the object itself wasn't actually made out of metal. It was much closer to obsidian in its inherent properties and incredible, almost unbreakable, strength than anything else.
He had never bothered to come up with a proper name for this unique, magically-created material, and he decided not to start now, either.
The primary purpose of his new, strange creation was to act as a kind of… body, a central core, in a sense, for a highly complex, multi-layered matrix of runic arrays that he was about to wrap over its entire surface.
The material was impressively, almost absurdly, strong, but even more impressive was its incredible ability to conduct raw, untamed magic.
It was, in fact, the second strongest magical conductor Harry had ever seen or worked with, right next to the legendary, almost mythical, Mithril of his own world.
He pressed his hand against the sphere's smooth surface, and it sunk in, rippling, as if it were made of a dense, viscous liquid rather than the solid, unyielding material it actually was.
Almost immediately, the entire sphere began to glow with a soft, ethereal, teal-blue light, a light that attracted the temporary, curious attention of his five, still-lazing White Dragons.
Harry watched carefully as tiny, glowing, intricate symbols began to slowly etch themselves onto the surface of the sphere, glowing with the same vibrant, teal color as the current aura surrounding the object.
The runes were in several different, ancient, and long-forgotten languages, and none of them, crucially, were from this world.
Harry didn't ever want this powerful, and potentially world-altering, device to fall into the hands of his enemies, but if it somehow did, they wouldn't be able to understand it, activate it, or manipulate it in any way.
The actual, delicate process of imbuing the sphere with the runic arrays was both incredibly long and mind-numbingly tedious, and it even had a small, but not insignificant, chance of not working at all, of catastrophically failing.
He had, technically, never actually attempted to create something of this scale and complexity before.
He had only ever researched the concept, the theory, in his copious free time over the long, lonely decades. He was confident it would work, though. His math, his intricate magical calculations, were usually, almost always, correct.
