Harry Potter And The Forger Of Worlds - Chapter 68 Mudblood

That evening, when Nova started to eat dinner. A flash of inspiration hit him for a new item to forge. As he went out of the Great Hall, he saw a group of Slytherins walking by.

“Excuse me.” Nova stopped them

“Yes.” One of the girls said.

“I couldn’t help but notice that I haven’t seen Lady Greengrass this year. Is she not attending classes?” Nova asked politely.

“Unfortunately no. She has not shown up this year. We heard that there was an incident at her family’s house during the winter holiday and she hasn’t woken up since then.”

“I understand. Thank you.” Nova said and walked off.

It puzzled him when he heard that, if something happened to Daphne then the Divine Grade Amulet he gifted her should be able to resolve the issue. Unless of course, whatever happened to her was direct damage to her soul.

Thinking about it, that was only thing that made sense to Nova. Nova then put on hold what he had thought about earlier and went to the Forge and started to craft an item that could strengthen and repair any damage to Daphne’s soul and work as a booster for the Emerald Snake he gifted her during the winter holidays. While think of what he should make, Nova took out his wand. He looked at it for hours and finally had an idea of what he should craft.

Nova then pulled out one tree from his ring and lit his Forge. He then pulled out 1 cubic meter of silver and a ruby the size of a Quaffle. Nova then summoned forth his hammer which hummed with power eager to begin working.

Nove then threw the block of silver into the forge and then pumped the bellows to super heat the flames. As he tended the bellows, Nova also blew a continuous stream of fire into the Forge and when the flames turned white, he reached in a pulled out the block of silver and set it on his anvil and began to hammer out the impurities. This was no ordinary chunk of silver but the Silver mined from a Frost World. The silver was so dense and cold it would take the Dwarves of Nidavellir a thousand years to hammer before making even a dent. But for Nova it was like clay waiting to be shaped. Again Nova was quite grateful for whoever designed this forge and after finding out that the force was getting sent through the castle itself, Nova made some upgrades. So now for each blow to the anvil, it dispersed the kinetic energy and sent it through the foundation, into the surrounding lands, instead of potentially breaking the castle.

As Nova pounded out the silver, it slowly started to reduce in size and after reheating and repeating for several hours, the frost silver became the same size of the ruby. Please with his work Nova then took the ruby and bathed it in flames. When the ruby became hot enough to be malleable under the knife, Nova took his engraving tools and started to carve ruins and protections into the jewel. By the time he was finished with the ruins, Nova then carved an evolution design into it so that when the Divine Amulet absorbed the booster it would become something more. Now though it was against the world laws to create Void Level Artifacts in a Lower World, it was a different story if two seperate items turned into one on their own. After insuring the Ruby sentience would safely merge with the Amulet, Nova then set the super heated silver on top of the ruby and began to smash the together with his Forging Hammer.

As he Forged the two into one, a bit of a manic expression appeared on his face. In response to his eagerness the Hammer glowed even hotter each blow caused shockwaves to radiate into the world and as they went out they sounded like roaring dragons as the ground quaked and trees broke. As if sensing he was getting carried away, the wand suddenly shot out a bolt of flames in order to help Nova regain his calmness. For he was already finished the tool but with each continued blow it further refined the device.

Coming out of his stupor, Nova let out a sigh. “Thank you my love.” The ruby was now the size of an egg and radiated Divine power. It was a peak Divine Level Artifact and with one more blow would have turned it into a Lesser Void Artifact. Which not only would have violated the World Laws but also potentially ripped the world apart.

This is one of the reasons why the Void had paired the Dragon God and Phoenix together. One represented Destruction and Rebirth the other Rebirth and Harmony. Each balancing the other other out. Since the project would only last a few moments for Nova, he failed to consider the damage the world might undergo.

Sighing once more, Nova looked at the egg, it was three grades higher than what he intended. He looked at his wand.

“It should be fine right my love?” Nova asked it. In response, the wand out another bolt of flames.

“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me I got carried away. But the thought of helping a snake jump the threshold excited me.” Nova replied.

The wand then let out a soft glow. Seeing the change in its attitude, Nova shook his head, “No don’t go there, I am not getting attached to a mortal.”

The wand then let out some sparks.

“No, throw your tantrums all you want, it’s not happening.” Nova argued.

The wand then glowed brightly and shot a bolt into the egg. When the bolt hit, it caused the ruby to turn a softer shade of red.

“What did you do? You didn’t mess with my enchantments did you? You know I don’t like it when you do these things.” Nova asked, picking up the wand.

The wand then went cold like it never had any life in it. Seeing this Nova put the wand back in his ring and grumbled about how difficult mates could be. You know typical, married people wife is always right grumbling.

Nova then went outside and took out his mechanical owl that he made and handed it the edited ruby and a note attached.

“Bring this to the Greengrass Family. The note will explain what to do. Understood?” Nova told the owl.

The owl gave a hoot in reply and took off to the South. Seeing that the sun was about to rise, Nova went down to the Great Hall for some food. Also to check and see how the castle held up. Nova was pleased to see that there was no damage.

In the hall, Nova found the Gryffindor Quidditch team, sitting down eating breakfast.

“I give your team big points on dedication for your eagerness to improve.” The whole team just glared at Nova.

“Indeed Nova you are right. We must work and train even harder if we are to win this year.” Wood said. He then took off for the Pitch.

“Nova please we will do whatever you want but please, don’t encourage Wood.” Katie Bell said.

“Why are you guys so tired?” Nova asked.

“No one in the castle got any sleep last night. It started to shake again and the outside had a thunderous roar after each shake.” Angelina said.

The others nodded in agreement.

“Oh. Well I didn’t hear anything last night.” Nova said “But anyways how about I carry you two sleeping beauties to the Pitch.”

“Please and thank you.” They both said. Nova then picked them both up and saw a grinning George and a frown Fred. Have a good guess why, he gave a nice smile to Fred.

“You know Angelina, why don’t you have Fred carry you. Think of it as punishment for having always get onto him for his pranks.” Nova suggested, while dumping her into Fred’s lap.

“Nova!” Fred yelled, but the said person was already gone.

When Nova flew Katie over to the Quidditch Pitch, they found Wood kneeling on the ground like the world has ended.

“Wood what’s wrong?” Katie asked.

“My Quidditch pitch is destroyed. Why is the world so cruel?” Wood said with tears in his eyes as he started to hit the ground.

Not knowing what he meant, Nova and Katie both looked at the field. First off the stadium was in splinters with only a couple of towers still standing. The ground had tears and splits in it, as if it had gone through an quake. The only real signs of the field having been a Quidditch Pitch was the goal post.

“What happened? How could this be?” Katie asked. “Some kind of monster must have done this.”

“Definately.” Nova said. “At least it can still be fixed.”

When the rest of the team showed up, they were equally just as shocked. Seeing the team here, Wood went back to captain mode and started to speak.

“Now, I wanted a quick talk with you all before we actually get onto the field, because I spent the summer devising a whole new training program, which I really think will make all the difference …. Wood was holding up a large diagram of a Quidditch field, on which were drawn many lines, arrows, and crosses in different colored inks. He took out his wand, tapped the board, and the arrows began to wiggle over the diagram like caterpillars. As Wood launched into a speech about his new tactics, Fred Weasley’s head drooped right onto Alicia Spinnet’s shoulder and he began to snore. The first board took nearly twenty minutes to explain, but there was another board under that, and a third under that one. Harry sank into a stupor as Wood droned on and on.

“So,” said Wood, at long last, jerking Harry from a wistful fantasy about what he could be eating for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle. “Is that clear? Any questions?”

“I’ve got a question, Oliver,” said George, who had woken with a start. “Why couldn’t you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?”

Wood wasn’t pleased.

“Now, listen here, you lot,” he said, glowering at them all. “We should have won the Quidditch cup last year. We’re easily the best team. But unfortunately -owing to circumstances beyond our control – ”

Harry shifted guiltily in his seat. He had been unconscious in the hospital wing for the final match of the previous year, meaning that Gryffindor had been a player short and had suffered their worst defeat in three hundred years.

Wood took a moment to regain control of himself. Their last defeat was clearly still torturing him.

“So this year, we train harder than ever before …. Okay, let’s go and put our new theories into practice!” Wood shouted, seizing his broomstick.

“Good speech Wood.” Nova said. “Very motivational.”

Nova then saw Ron and Hermione walking over.

“Aren’t you finished yet?” called Ron incredulously. “And what happened to the field?!”

“Haven’t even started and we don’t know it was just like this when we came out here,” said Harry, looking jealously at the toast and marmalade Ron and Hermione had brought out of the Great Hall. “Wood’s been teaching us new moves.”

When Harry flew away, Hermione, then turned to Nova, “Nova? What did you do?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Nova said shifting his eyes away from the cold stare Hermione was giving him.

“You better fix it.” Hermione said.

“Yes ma’am.”

Nova then walked over to the rubble that was the field and put his hands on it. And slowly pictured what the stadium looked like before and after a few minutes the Quidditch Pitch looked goods as new.

“Happy?” Nova asked.

“Extremely.” Hermione said as she went to sit down. Ron meanwhile was standing mouth open trying to process the whole events that just happened. Nova also left to sit and saw that Colin Creevy the photo kid was taking pictures as well.

“What’s going on?” said Wood, frowning, as he skimmed through the air toward them. “Why’s that first year taking pictures? I don’t like it. He could be a Slytherin spy, trying to find out about our new training program.”

“He’s in Gryffindor,” said Harry quickly.

“And the Slytherins don’t need a spy, Oliver,” said George.

“What makes you say that?” said Wood testily.

“Because they’re here in person,” said George, pointing.

Several people in green robes were walking onto the field, broomsticks in their hands.

“I don’t believe it!” Wood hissed in outrage. “I booked the field for today! We’ll see about this!”

Wood shot toward the ground, landing rather harder than he meant to in his anger, staggering slightly as he dismounted. Harry, Fred, and George followed.

“Flint!” Wood bellowed at the Slytherin Captain. “This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!”

Marcus Flint was even larger than Wood. He had a look of trollish cunning on his face as he replied, “Plenty of room for all of us, Wood.”

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie had come over, too. There were no girls on the Slytherin team, who stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the Gryffindors, leering to a man.

“But I booked the field!” said Wood, positively spitting with rage. “I booked it!”
for visiting.

“Ah,” said Flint. “But I’ve got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. `I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker.”‘

“You’ve got a new Seeker?” said Wood, distracted. “Where?”

And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

“Aren’t you Lucius Malfoy’s son?” said Fred, looking at Malfoy with dislike.

“Funny you should mention Draco’s father,” said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. “Let me show you the generous gift he’s made to the Slytherin team.”

All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors’ noses in the early morning sun.

“Very latest model. Only came out last month,” said Flint carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. “I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps” – he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives – “sweeps the board with them.”

None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a moment. Malfoy was smirking so broadly his cold eyes were reduced to slits.

“Oh, look,” said Flint. “A field invasion.”

Ron and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on. Nova was following behind to make sure it didn’t get too out of hand.

“What’s happening?” Ron asked Harry. “Why aren’t you playing? And what’s he doing here?”

He was looking at Malfoy, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.

“I’m the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley,” said Malfoy, smugly.

“Everyone’s just been admiring the brooms my father’s bought our team.”

Ron gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him.

“Good, aren’t they?” said Malfoy smoothly. “But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them.”

The Slytherin team howled with laughter.

“At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,” said Hermione sharply. “They got in on pure talent.”

The smug look on Malfoy’s face flickered.

“No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy little Mudblood,” he spat.

Nova knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, “How dare you!” ; and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoys face.

A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron’s wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.

Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, “How dare you!” ; and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoys face.

A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron’s wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.

“Ron! Ron! Are you all right?” squealed Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.

The Slytherin team were paralyzed with laughter. Flint was doubled up, hanging onto his new broomstick for support. Malfoy was on all fours, banging the ground with his fist. The Gryffindors were gathered around Ron, who kept belching large, glistening slugs.

Suddenly the air seemed to freeze, and Ron’s no longer had the urge to puke slugs. No one like the feel that was going through there bodys, it was a very bad calm.

“I am going to ask this once.” A small voice was heard in everyone’s ear. “I want to know what is going on?”

Like rusty cogs, everyone’s heads turned to the voice to see it was Nova, who had spoken. The only one not feeling the effect was Hermione.

“What is a Mudblood?” Nova asked.

No one said a word.

“It means dirty blood, or common blood. Mudblood’s a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born – you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards – like Malfoy’s family – who think they’re better than everyone else because they’re what people call pure-blood.” Hermione said in a low voice.

Nova could tell that she was extremely hurt by what she was called. And if Nova had to be honest he was boiling.

So as to not show it, he let out a big toothy smile.

“Oh really. Hermione is considered to be of tainted blood. You who has such a pure soul and house part of an Immortal Phoenix Soul. Who just happens to be my wife. That means you are calling my wife filthy and tainted.” Nova said softly but each word that he said was heard loud and clear.

With each word that Nova spoke the pressure he was giving off grew until the ground and stadium started to shake and pieces started to break off and float into the air.

“Does your whole team back you on this play of words Draco? Since no one said a word I guess that means yes.” Nova said. All the Slytherin’s wanted to scream no but due to the pressure Nova was giving off no one could say a word.

“I think I am going to kill you all now. And see you ‘pure bloods’ have cleaner blood than my wife.” Nova said. He then started to transform as his human body could no longer contain his rage.

As Nova reached his full size, he let out a rage filled roar at the Slytherins, they tried to run but were too scared of death to even move.

“Ants! I will burn you to cinders.” Nova yelled at them. As he was about to turn them to ashes, Nova felt something on his claws.

It was Hermione.

“Nova stop. It is ok. You don’t have to do this for me.” Hermione said.

“But they insulted you?”

“Though it is not alright. It is still a part of life.” Hermione said. “Do what you want, just don’t kill them.” Hearing her Nova thought if I can’t kill them how can I do what I want.

“Fine.” Nova said. “But if they say it again they will burn. Mortals come kneel and give thanks to Hermione for sparing your lives.”

Instead of kneeling they all just passed out, which was good enough for Nova, but they were still getting punished. Nova then burned all their new brooms and turned to the girls, “Females leave, guys stay.”

Once the girls, had all left, Nova turned to the remaining Gryffindors, “Stip them of their clothes.”

Not any to argue with a dragon they all complied, and all too willingly as well. Fred and George had the biggest smile on there faces that Nova had ever seen. When they were all in buff Nova then transformed once more and picked them all up and bent the rings of the Quidditch Pitch to hold them in place and then left them hanging there with a sign saying, “I will never call someone a MudBlood again.”

Pleased with his work, Nova dismissed everyone and took the robes and clothes and put it in a pile and had them teleported back to the great hall.

Colin took plenty of pictures.