Just as the note carrying Newt's plea for help crossed the sea toward Hogwarts.
Its destination.
Cypher, who was hard at work, knew nothing of any of this.
Although Nicolas had speculated that even if Cypher equipped this custom-made sword, he still would not be able to cast advanced magic.
Still, it was his own.
The Sword of Gryffindor was only on temporary loan to him. It was one thing not to take it out of Hogwarts, but if he carried it around the world, Headmaster Armando, who was always nowhere to be found, would probably not sit still.
"Cypher! Hold on a moment, this section's magical rune needs a slight adjustment..."
Just as Cypher was considering how he should protect himself in the future.
Iris's call interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh! All right!"
Cypher gently set the heavy forging hammer onto the tool rack beside the forge.
He dusted off his hands, walked toward the resting area, stood before the sofa, relaxed, and let himself fall straight backward into it.
As he watched the three women gathered around the forge, their faces reddened by the flames, a wonderful sense of satisfaction filled Cypher's heart.
Tap—tap—
As Cypher smiled at the three of them constructing intricate magical runes and arguing over whose was better, familiar, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.
Cypher tilted his head back, and sure enough, Nicolas LeMay's sturdy figure entered his view.
"Mr. LeMay? Do you need any help?"
These past few days, Nicolas LeMay had tossed the broad framework to the three women and then vanished.
However, seeing that he still kept the Sorcerer's Stone in the forge, allowing it to produce flames hot enough to melt dragon horns, Cypher seemed to understand why Nicolas LeMay looked so robust.
After all, if he did not keep the