Chapitre 30: Magical Clothing
(Seras POV)
It had been a few months of near-constant work since my meeting with Dumbledore. He had agreed to conduct tests to see if Muggle children would awaken if they were placed in an area with higher amounts of magic. The studies that came back were quite positive. Out of the thirty or so children that had signed up for a summer camp in the area of the Scottish Highlands with the most ambient mana outside of Hogwarts, two of them seemed to awaken some form of magical abilities. They were a bit weaker than the average Hogwarts student, but if they trained, they would have a normal amount of magical power when they graduated.
With the theory tried and some merit shown, the project was allowed to begin in earnest. The first step was buying land on a major leyline. With Dumbledore's deep pockets and connections, almost anything less than Stonehenge was possible. After a few weeks scouring ancient stone circles, I found one that would be perfect for the work we needed to do: the Nine Ladies Stone Circle in Derbyshire, England.
The Nine Ladies Stone Circle is a Bronze Age stone circle consisting of nine standing stones and is part of a larger ritual landscape, including the King Stone nearby. The circle is relatively small, with the stones being about a meter high and set in a diameter of about ten meters. The nine stones were once nine druids who gave their lives in a ritual that boosted the amount of magical power in the soil; the wizards of central Britain might have starved if not for their sacrifice. The Muggles of the area treated it like a legend, and it has not become a tourist attraction like many of the other druidic ritual locations. The land was purchased under Dumbledore's name for cheap; the banning of sacrificial rituals post-Voldemort's fall led to the property value tanking.
I had continued my physical exercise, strengthening myself so any manual labor in the construction process wouldn't be nearly as much of a problem as it might have been in the past. The muscle strengthening had been working so well that I had to start physically strengthening my bones. When you exercise responsibly, your bones usually strengthen with you. When you exercise how I do, you need to make sure to increase the work done by osteoblasts and osteoclasts. Osteoblasts form new bones and add growth to existing bone tissue. Osteoclasts, on the other hand, dissolve old and damaged bone tissue so it can be replaced. They together form a cycle that I now have to manually increase, and I might go crazy if things continue this way. I also started to change my diet to include a variety of magical animals whose by-products have heightened nutrients. Bovulon milk has incredibly high amounts of calcium. If you weren't going through so much in the strengthening of bones, you would most likely get hypercalcemia (which is bad). The strangely scientific-sounding salmonidae maximus has unearthly amounts of vitamin D and Omega 3s. These two plus a few more specialized potions have allowed the strengthening to increase unabated.
For ease of communication and a bit of secrecy from my father, I created a project name. The newly founded project was nicknamed Ambrosia as it was going to be the food that gave the wizarding world immortality. Such a grandiose name was originally Snape's idea. If this works, then it deserves the name; if it doesn't, then we make sure nobody ever hears about it again.
The next issue to deal with was much harder. I needed to find a way that I could appear in public to deal with the business of construction. The easiest way I could think of to solve this problem would be through enchanting clothing to give off a different appearance than the one I had. I would still have issues getting into Gringotts as their sensors would go off if I was wearing any form of disguise, and as good as I am with runes, I don't think I could steal a coin off those goblins.
I began my exploration in the Malfoy family library, seeking out texts on magical tailoring and enchanted fabrics. Thank God for my searching system, as I quickly found two books on the subject that I had also given the Rune tag: "Enchanted Threads" and "Runes and Robes." There were quite a few old tomes about sewing using magic, but most involved spells, and I am not going through any work similar to that of the gravity spell without it being close to as useful.
The first book, "Enchanted Threads," provided an excellent introduction to the basics of magical clothing. It described how different materials reacted to enchantments and how certain materials could be woven directly into the fabric to give magical properties. For instance, dragon hide was incredibly durable and resistant to many forms of magic, making it ideal for protective garments. On the other hand, unicorn hair could be woven into clothes to provide a subtle aura of good luck and kindness, making business deals easier.
"Runes and Robes" was a much denser text, which offered more advanced techniques for integrating magic into clothing. One chapter was dedicated to invisibility cloaks, explaining how to use Demiguise hair—naturally imbued with the power of invisibility—in the weaving process. Although obtaining Demiguise hair was illegal to sell in magical Britain, if someone came to me and I just so happened to drop galleons into their pocket when slipping and they just so happened to forget some Demiguise hair inside the subspace I planned to build, it wouldn't really be that upsetting.
According to the books, runes could be sewn into the fabric using enchanted thread, each rune imparting a specific magical property to the garment. The denser the runes, the stronger the effect. So I got to practicing.
I gathered the necessary materials: a simple cloak, a spool of enchanted silver thread, and a set of runic stencils. I chose runes that would provide basic protections and enhancements—a few for protection, another for strength, and a third for flexibility and fluidity of movements. The commonality of my chosen runes was their simplicity, and if I missed stitching, there might only be a small fire. Carefully, I began to sew the runes into the fabric, channeling my magic into each stitch. The process was a lot harder than I initially thought it would be. So I got out a sewing kit and, just like any self-respecting prodigy would, I begged my mother to help teach me.
(Narcissa POV)
The sun was setting over Malfoy Manor, casting a warm golden glow across the grounds. Inside, I was bustling about with excitement, my hands full of embroidery hoops, colorful threads, and a variety of fabrics. I had been looking forward to this day since I had found out I was to have a girl. Despite Seras's young age, she never seemed to want to learn what mommy did; she was much more interested in old tomes and potions. I was honestly a little nervous that she was a bit defective, though I still would have loved her. Even when she took an interest in painting, it seemed to be just a means to an end for her to spend more time working with runes. This activity, on the other hand, would be a perfect blend of creativity and tradition, a way to pass down a delicate art form that had been in a pureblooded family for generations.
I had set up a cozy corner in the drawing room, complete with a soft velvet chaise, a small table for our materials, and a tea service ready to provide refreshments. As I arranged the last of the embroidery hoops, I heard the light footsteps of my daughter approaching. She had suggested learning this art, and I was more than ready to teach her how to create something beautiful.
Seras took her seat beside me, examining the materials with interest. She picked up a piece of fabric and a needle, listening attentively as I began to explain the basics of threading the needle and starting a stitch. We spent the next hour working together, and I patiently guided Seras through the delicate process of creating simple floral patterns. My joy was palpable; I cherished these moments, watching my daughter take to the craft with such ease. Yet, I couldn't help but notice that her focus seemed to drift occasionally.
My daughter decided to ask, "How would I stitch something like this into clothing?" I decided to show her how it was roughly the same process; it would just take a bit more time and she could practice this. We spent another hour or so until it was eventually time for bed, just working our way through our designs. I was quite impressed with the speed at which she learned the art. Crocheting is about patience and not rushing forward; it makes sense that for someone who spends all day just repeatedly practicing her runes and reading, she would be able to accomplish something of the like.
Before bed, I asked her what she was going to make next. I pointed out one of the bouquets that Lucius gave me recently as a good model if she couldn't think of anything. Seras looked me in the eye before simply stating, "Runes." Maybe she really is defective. I might have to try and get another daughter.
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Joebiden_Biden Sorry about a few days without posting, work is work.
I got a probably 3 more chapters until we hit a 3 or 4 year timeskip. The amount of research based stories will decrease after that and we'll have more of a character impacting going out and doing stuff. Thanks for sticking with me.
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