Steve's ability to take action was certainly swift. He had just finished drinking with Kayson and Hagrid that morning, and by noon he had charged straight into Dumbledore's office, wanting to open a courtly Fencing Club at Hogwarts.
The kind that was elegant without lacking power. It could not compare to proper combat swordsmanship in lethality, but it would still have no problem poking a few transparent holes through Voldemort.
Steve had even planned ahead and asked Kayson to first forge several hundred rapiers for the young wizards to practice with.
Then Kayson handed that thankless task over to Cedric.
It was nothing more than forging with molds. If waiting for Netherite to cool was too slow, then they could use iron. Nothing wrong with that.
Then Steve, having heard the news, rejected the idea. His reason was that when iron rapiers sparred against Netherite rapiers, the Netherite sword might casually flourish and slice the iron sword into several pieces.
That kind of situation would be utterly baffling.
What could Kayson say to that?
He was not the one doing the work, so naturally he said nothing. Cedric was the one actually working.
Unfortunately, the person doing the actual work had no right to speak. Of course... I meant at Hogwarts in England.
On the other side, Dumbledore readily approved and signed off on Steve's Fencing Club. A club like this was difficult to ban, and impossible to ban completely.
If the young wizards truly needed such a club, then even under strict surveillance, they could find all sorts of secret rooms—or places like the Room of Requirement—and establish it in private.
Since that was the case, they might as well honestly approve it. At least if the club operated openly, the school could still keep an eye on it.