CHAPTER 7

At Lord Lor's command, every available forger and mage gathered at the mountain. These craftsmen, who had spent their entire lives shaping swords, wands, and magical artifacts, were confused about the sudden summons. A meeting like this was unprecedented. Whispers spread among them as they speculated on the reason for their gathering.

Their murmuring was silenced when Steward, the Gold family's butler, stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "You are all here by Lord Lor's orders," he declared. "You will assist Young Master Harry in forging and construction."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. The idea of a ten-year-old boy leading them in forging was laughable to many. One of the senior forgers, a burly man with a thick beard and arms hardened from years of working metal, stepped forward. "Sir Steward, with all due respect, Lord Lor has our utmost loyalty, but what can a mere child teach us about forging? It would be a miracle if he even knew how to hold a hammer properly."

Steward's expression darkened. "Watch your tongue," he warned. "Speaking ill of the Lord's family is not tolerated. Young Master Harry has been given full authority. You will listen."

Before anyone could protest further, the sound of hooves echoed through the valley. A carriage bearing the golden emblem of the Gold family approached. When it stopped, the door swung open, and out stepped Harry, his small frame carrying an air of quiet confidence. In his hands were several scrolls—blueprints he had been meticulously scribing since he left Lor's office.

Harry walked straight to the large stone table in the center, placing his scrolls down before turning to face the assembled craftsmen. His emerald-green eyes scanned the skeptical faces before he spoke.

"I know what you're all thinking," he began, his voice steady. "What could a child possibly know about forging? And my only reply is—just give me your support for today. If what I create isn't worth your time, you are free to walk away."

The forgers exchanged glances, some hiding their smirks. To them, this was a break from their usual work. They believed Harry would struggle and fail, proving their skepticism right. The mages, however, remained indifferent. They were paid to assist, and they had no reason to complain.

Harry unfurled the first scroll. It contained an intricate blueprint, showcasing a cylindrical object with precise measurements and symbols none of them recognized. The forgers leaned in, examining the lines, their initial amusement replaced with curiosity.

"What is this?" one of them muttered.

"This," Harry said, tapping the drawing, "is a generator. It will convert wind energy into electricity. No mana, no magic—just pure force from nature."

The forgers blinked in confusion. "Electricity? What is that?" one asked.

Harry smiled. "Think of it as a power that moves through wires, lighting up lamps, heating furnaces, or even running machines without magic."

A deep silence followed. The idea of producing power without mana was unheard of. To them, everything in the world revolved around magic. Even the simplest tools required some form of enchantment.

One of the elder forgers scoffed. "Boy, without mana, nothing works. Magic is in everything. You can't create power out of thin air."

Harry chuckled. "That's where you're wrong. Let me show you."

He picked up a small metal rod and wrapped a copper wire around it, forming a coil. Then, he took a circular magnet and moved it past the coil. Instantly, the wire sparked. The forgers gasped.

"This is called induction," Harry explained. "When a magnet moves past a coil, it generates electricity. This is how my generator will work—but on a much larger scale."

The forgers, who had only ever worked with swords and magical artifacts, were stunned. The idea that power could be produced without magic shattered everything they had ever known.

"Impossible…" one of them whispered.

But Harry wasn't done yet. He rolled out another scroll, showing a detailed diagram of a wind turbine. "This device will use the wind to spin blades, which will turn the magnet inside the generator, creating power."

The skepticism in the forgers' eyes slowly faded, replaced by awe. This was something entirely new.

Despite their astonishment, the forgers were still hesitant. Understanding the concept was one thing, but creating it was another. They had spent their entire lives forging weapons, magical tools, and artifacts infused with mana. But this—this was entirely new territory.

Harry wasted no time. He unrolled the first scroll on the table and tapped the precise, detailed drawing. "First, we need to forge the rotor blades," he said, pointing at the blueprint. "These need to be shaped perfectly to catch the wind."

The forgers exchanged skeptical glances. They were used to crafting swords and armor, things built for battle and survival. One of them, an older man named Garrick, furrowed his brows. "Blades meant to cut wind? This is foolishness," he muttered under his breath.

Harry, hearing this, simply smiled. "It's not foolishness. Let me explain. When wind moves past the blades, it causes them to spin, and that motion generates power—without using a single drop of mana."

The forgers looked at him with doubtful expressions. One of them, a burly man named Orin, stepped forward. "We'll need lightweight yet durable metal for this."

Harry nodded. "We'll use enchanted steel—strong, yet resistant to corrosion."

The mention of enchanted steel intrigued them. They knew how to forge enchanted weapons, but they had never used the material for something so... ordinary. Still, they followed Harry's lead, heating the metal in their furnaces. As they hammered and shaped the blades, their skepticism remained, though curiosity had begun to take hold.

Next, Harry moved to another scroll. "This," he said, unrolling it, "is the stator, the stationary coil inside the generator. This needs to be wrapped tightly with copper wire."

One of the mages, a younger woman named Celina, tilted her head. "Copper wire? What for?"

Harry pointed at the diagram. "It creates a magnetic field. When the rotor blades turn, they'll spin magnets inside this coil. That movement generates electricity."

Celina frowned. "So you're saying movement alone can create power? Without mana?"

Harry nodded. "Exactly. It's called electromagnetism. When a conductor moves through a magnetic field, it produces energy."

The mages and forgers looked at each other, whispering among themselves. They had spent their lives relying on mana-infused tools. The idea that mere movement and metal could create power was unheard of.

Garrick crossed his arms. "I've worked metal for over forty years. Never have I heard of this 'electromagnetism.' You expect us to believe in something invisible?"

Harry chuckled. "You already do. Fire burns, yet you can't see the heat. Wind moves, yet you can't see it. Magic exists, yet you don't always see the flow of mana. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't real."

Garrick was taken aback but didn't argue further.

As the mages began wrapping the copper wires, one hesitated. "Can we enhance this with enchantments?" he asked.

Harry shook his head. "No magic. This must work on its own."

The mages exchanged glances. The idea of crafting something without enchantments was foreign, yet thrilling. They worked carefully, ensuring the wiring was flawless.

Hours passed as the team continued assembling parts. Harry moved from station to station, checking each component. When he saw a mistake, he didn't just correct it—he explained why it was wrong. He taught them how even a slight misalignment could disrupt the energy flow.

"You see this?" he said, pointing to a bent wire. "If this isn't perfect, the current won't flow properly. Think of it like a river. If there's a rock blocking the way, the water won't move as smoothly."

The craftsmen nodded in understanding, their respect for him growing.

Finally, the first wind turbine was assembled. It stood tall, its blades perfectly shaped, its generator carefully constructed. Harry stepped back, taking in the sight. It was a masterpiece—crafted not with magic, but with science and skill.

One of the elder forgers, the same man who had doubted him earlier, ran a hand over the smooth metal, shaking his head in disbelief. "I never thought I'd see the day where power could be forged without magic."

Harry smiled. "This is just the beginning."

The first test was simple. With a gentle push, the blades spun. The coils inside the generator hummed. Then, a single spark of electricity flowed through the wires—power, created by nothing but the wind.

The gathered craftsmen erupted into cheers.

Lord Lor, who had arrived unnoticed, watched from a distance. A proud smile played on his lips. His son had done something incredible.

( Note the forging that harry does are less in numbers to few in numbers only dwarf's have great numbers in that field )