Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

That's the logic, and Dumbledore made it sound so easy, but Regulus knew it wasn't that simple.

Regulus recalled the scene from just now: as the white light passed by, all the faces and ice melted away.

Thinking back to himself, he had barely managed to hold off the attack even after exerting almost all his strength.

The difference is so great that it's invisible to the naked eye.

However, it is possible to catch up.

"Mr. McNeil, Mr. Cuthbert, and Mr. Rozier are all in the medical wing." Dumbledore changed the subject, looking down at Regulus with a gentle gaze.

"McNeil is injured and needs treatment. He will only remember that tonight's operation was a complete failure, and he will not remember any more details."

Cuthbert and Rozier have arrived safely, though shaken; Mrs. Pomfrey said they'll be fine after a night's rest.

Then he asked, "Should we go to the medical wing to see them?"

Regulus shook his head, exhausted and mentally drained: "No, I want to go back to my dorm to rest."

He didn't ask what would happen to McNeil; he no longer wanted to know.

He didn't ask Hermes about the truth of the curse; he wanted to wait for Hermes to tell him himself.

"Very well." Dumbledore didn't insist, his eyes filled with understanding.

"If you're free at 10 a.m. on Saturday, perhaps we could chat in my office?"

Then he winked: "I have the best Ceylon tea, it tastes good."

"I'd be happy to, Headmaster," Regulus nodded.

Dumbledore held out his arm, gesturing for him to take it: "I'll take you back to save time."

Regulus paused for a moment, then reached out and grasped the principal's arm.

The next instant, a strong spatial fluctuation came, but it was completely different from the squeezing sensation of Apparition, and there was no sense of slipping as with Spatial Warp.

He felt as if he were wrapped in a warm film, and the surrounding space instantly distorted and then displaced.

The passageway transformed like a canvas being rapidly stretched, instantly resembling the Slytherin common room.

The whole process was as smooth as breathing, without any dizziness or discomfort.

Dumbledore did not appear.

Regulus wondered if this was Dumbledore's own high-level spatial magic, or a special privilege granted to the headmaster by Hogwarts Castle.

Was the headmaster demonstrating this magic intentionally, or simply to make it easier to send him back?

Perhaps it's a combination of both, since the headmaster has most likely already realized that he's researching spatial magic, which could be a subtle form of guidance.

The common room was quiet, with the embers in the fireplace still emitting a faint warmth.

Regulus walked over to the sofa and sat down, reflecting on his actions that evening, which had indeed been somewhat reckless.

Based solely on Hermes' clues and Darren's unusual behavior, he led Avery and Alex into the passage.

They hadn't fully grasped the dangers behind the stone gate, nor had they anticipated that the power of the Plague Wand would far exceed their expectations.

The main problem was that Darren was too eager for quick success and rashly acted before even mastering the method to suppress the wand, which disrupted his original plan.

Next time I encounter a similar situation, I must gather enough information and make thorough preparations before taking such risks.

He then remembered Dumbledore's words.

It was just a beam of light, carrying a glimmer of brightness.

This reminded him of the light source magic that had flashed into his mind before; light can not only illuminate, but also transmit signals.

Moreover, as Dumbledore said, it can also hold light.

Light is illumination, but Dumbledore is clearly referring to positive magic, or magic.

Thinking of this, Regulus habitually turned his attention to another direction.

Light is a carrier, but perhaps it can carry more than just light; can't it carry darkness too?

Black light is still light.

Light pierces through darkness, and darkness devours light.

This direction is worth exploring in depth.

And Dumbledore's performance tonight was also remarkable; he observed the entire time without interfering, only taking action at the very last moment.

Regulus shook his head slightly in his mind; in his memory, this was the principal's style.

Although he didn't reveal much, it was crucial, and he had no one to blame but himself for being unprepared.

But upon closer reflection, it was all positive content: covering the rear, the guardian deity.

This perfectly suited Dumbledore's taste.

If Starry Night Kite had arrived even a second later, Dumbledore would have seen Fiendfire.

Regulus's lips twitched slightly as he thought of this.

He had originally thought that his first in-depth conversation with the principal would take place in front of the Mirror of Erised, which reflected his true inner desires.

I never expected it to unfold in such a peaceful way after such a crisis.

But that's not bad either.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him. Regulus stood up, returned to his room, took off his robe and threw it on a chair, then lay down on his bed.

Soon, even breathing could be heard.

Welcome to the fantastical world of fantasy novels! The entrance is here:

Just as dawn broke, the dormitory door was gently pushed open, and Avery and Alex returned.

The two men paused when they saw Regulus fast asleep, then tiptoed over.

But Regulus was awakened by the sound of footsteps and slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Seeing that he was awake, Avery leaned closer to the bedside, his voice somewhat low.

"I'm fine," Regulus said, sitting up. "Just a little tired."

Then, looking at Alex, she said softly, "You're welcome."

He glanced at Avery again and added, "I'm taking you there, so I should make sure you're safe."

Regulus could see that the gratitude in Alex's eyes was genuine.

Unlike Alex, Avery was proactive from the start and showed great enthusiasm.

But Alex was different; he was passive, though now it seems he had no ulterior motives.

"The principal has taken care of it, and there will be no more danger." Regulus stood up, his tone calm. "McNeil is also receiving treatment in the medical wing. This matter is now closed."

Then he added, "Don't tell anyone."

That's what he said, but Regulus knew in his heart that this matter was not over yet.

However, the rest was not his concern; that was Dumbledore's business, after all, he was the headmaster.

It's unreasonable for the principal not to deal with someone causing trouble at school.

Especially now, failing to address the issue could be seen as weakness.

Unless, Dumbledore has other plans.

Avery and Alex exchanged a glance and nodded, without asking any further questions.

Having experienced last night's crisis, the two had complete trust in Regulus. When he said it was over, they believed it was truly over.

But even after the matter was over, some changes quietly occurred.

Regulus observed the changes in the two men and understood that the crisis had unexpectedly achieved its goal of team building.

Avery has shed his impetuousness and gained composure.

Alex overcame his timidity and gained more determination.

In their eyes, in addition to the previous trust, there was now a sense of belonging.

"Let's go have breakfast." Regulus took the lead and headed towards the auditorium.

Avery and Alex immediately followed, their steps light and steady.

Regulus had not fully recovered and was still mentally exhausted, but his magic had been replenished.

Classes will be held as usual during the day.

After his afternoon spells class, Regulus headed straight for the library.

After what happened last night, he developed a strong interest in the magic wand.

He wasn't very interested in wands before, and he was quite skilled at wandless spellcasting.

Ollivander said quite a bit when he sold him his staff: it was made of blackthorn wood, with a dragon's heart tendon core, twelve and a quarter inches long, and of decent elasticity.

Symbolizing power, explosiveness, and courage, it possesses strong spellcasting power and is suitable for wizards with abundant magic and a willingness to take risks.

It is compatible with both black and white magic, and its compatibility with its owner deepens with time spent together.

Ollivander commented that he was capable of great things.

However, it's standard equipment, nothing special.

Regulus thought at the time that a wand is a tool, as long as it works, there's no need to be too particular.

But now he has changed his mind.

The Plague Wand completely overturned his understanding of wands. He realized that wands were not just mediums for casting spells, but also containers, carriers of curses, and the crystallization of a certain craft.

He wanted to know more.

Deep inside the library, in the Charms section, there are several rows of books about wands on the wall-mounted bookshelves.

Regulus glanced at the book title.

Exploring the Origins of the Wand

The Resonance Principle of Wood and Cane Core

Biographies of Famous Wand Makers

He pulled out a copy of "Unconventional Wands and Their Dangers," a book of moderate thickness with a dark brown leather cover.

I took the book, walked to a seat by the window, and opened the table of contents.

Chapter One defines "non-traditional" as any production method that deviates from the Ollivander system.

Chapter Two discusses risks, and Chapter Three begins to introduce them in categories.

He turned to the third chapter, which was titled "Emotion-Infusing Magic Wands".

The book says:

"...These wands are not based on the natural magical resonance between the wood and the core, but rather on the forced infusion of strong emotions into the wand, making it the source of a continuous, dispersing influence."

The production process often involves black magic, requiring the extraction of emotions under specific conditions, and the sealing process is often accompanied by the sacrifice of life...

Here are some examples.