Alongside the Zouwu hair, was a dragon heartstring. Dragons were creatures of power, and Harry definitely needed more of that for his weapon to be complete. Next to it was a plank of ash wood that Harry had bought from Ollivanders. Apparently, the wand maker sold certain woods and materials on the side, for a profit. Wands were obviously his passion but if you did the math, the man didn't sell more than fifty wands a year, which mostly happens during the summer. The wood Ollivander had provided was one from an ash tree that had grown underneath a magical nexus, an intersection of multiple ley lines. And since Yggdrasil itself was rumoured to be an ash tree in the legends, the symbolism would help.
Harry decided to also use one of his remaining magical rubies. It had proven to be up to the task in his testing, and it would provide a stabilizing effect on the thing.
But one of the main ingredients was a priceless locket with a familiar snake on it that radiated malice and darkness. It was far less subtle than the adaptive wards on the diary, and it was easy to tell that it was a Horcrux. Even the common ignorant wizard would know to stay away from the artefact, that it was probably cursed or maleficent in some way.
Kreature, the house elf that had it for a decade, had been very hesitant to give it to Harry and would have probably disobeyed if it wasn't for the Black Patriarch ordering him to give it away. Of course, the Potter scion had reassured the house elf that he was going to destroy the thing and not hide it away. Kreature was still doubtful of his claim, but he still had some hope in his eyes, nevertheless.
Finally, the final ingredient was a blade made of Goblin Silver. The handle wasn't there, only the metal itself was. This particular material was pretty hard to find, as Goblins didn't like parting with it and there was a reason, they were so zealous in getting back any artefact made with the metal the moment its owner died.
The thing about Goblin Silver is that it's regular silver that Goblin added their very essence into it. In an abstract way, they poured their very own spirit into it, which they forged with their own hands. There is a bond that always existed between a Goblin and his silver weapons, one that is said to even transcend Death.
The more magic is channelled through the weapon, the stronger its forger becomes. But their spirits will not rest even after their deaths until their bodies are salted and burned in the forge alongside every single weapon they forge.
Godric Gryffindor had bought a sword from Ragnok, who happened to be a goblin king at the time. Gryffindor's power and skill were so impressive that they propelled the goblin king into new heights, allowing him to unite the entire goblin nation under his rule. He forged the goblin nation out of hundreds of different clans and used the blood of his enemies to pave the way. He was the closest thing the goblins had to a messiah, and he was currently unable to move on to the afterlife because his descendants couldn't find the sword after Godric Gryffindor died.
The dagger that Arcturus had given away was worth a fortune, especially since it was illegal and not bought directly from a goblin. It's not like it would be recognizable in Harry's weapon, so Arcturus couldn't afford to use a legal dagger that would be demanded after his death since Harry would have used up the metal.
The man really showed him an absurd amount of trust, especially considering how little time they knew one another. Harry's musings were interrupted as he felt the peak of magic near. He carefully put each of the ingredients, and spoke up for the first time in hours, "I will begin now. Please do not disturb me and do not enter the circle under any circumstances."
The Black Patriarch nodded, "I have to say that I'm curious what you're going to do with the materials I gave you. You better impress me, kid."
"Don't worry, old man. This will be unlike anything you would have ever seen. I guarantee it."
With that done, Harry finally activated the outer ritual. Almost immediately, the circle was filled with the dark ambient magic of the winter solstice, making the chalk glow, the magic slowly started to fill the second circle, which became ready to power after a few minutes.
The Potter scion was still hesitant with alchemy, but since he wasn't giving away anything in the exchange, he should be safe. Well, relatively safe; the reaction could destabilize and cause an explosion, but Harry removed that image from his head. When dealing with magic, especially complex arcane aspects of it, confidence was key, and doubt was an easy way to get yourself killed by your own spells.
Without hesitation, Harry activated the second circle, and the ingredients floated in the air. The Goblin Silver divided itself into two pieces, one substantially larger than the other. The Dragon Hearting and the Zouwu hair were combined with the larger piece of Goblin silver, while the Orichalcum started to surround the magically treated ruby, like veins, which were pulsating with energy.
And yet, this was the best Harry's alchemical circle could do. He wasn't an expert, not even close, but his magic would have to do for what came next. Harry spread his arcane hearing and analyzed what was left. He was channelling his crest to follow the plans that it held for the weapon, and before he realized it, he started to sing.
It was a song of creation, illumination and creativity. The melodies he wove were ancient and profound, and it felt like it was resonating with the essence of life and the energies of the cosmos. It was unlike anything he had ever heard, and Harry didn't even understand what he was doing. If there was a way to describe it, it would be that it was like he was in a fugue, like he was hypnotized, and his body was moving on its own.
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