Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

The Screaming Wand is infused with the dying cries of battlefield dead. The wielder will hear these screams continuously, eventually leading to a mental breakdown.

The Oath Wand, infused with the remorse of a betrayer when exposed, amplifies the suspicion of those around them, inciting infighting within the group.

The Relic Wand, infused with the ecstasy of a martyr's sacrifice, instills in its wielder a powerful urge for self-sacrifice, potentially leading them to actively seek death.

The absence of any record of the Plague Wand only meant that these examples weren't obscure enough, and that they weren't mentioned in a single book.

Regulus continued flipping through the pages, examining them carefully and pausing occasionally to think.

What these wands have in common is that they deviate from the norm.

They are no longer tools to help wizards cast spells better, but creations with special effects, which often come at a cost.

Turn to a chapter about the interaction between the wand and its wielder.

The author wrote:

"...The wand chooses the wizard, but the wizard also shapes the wand. Over time, the wizard's magical properties, spellcasting habits, and even personality traits will leave their mark on the wand when the same wand is used for a long time."

In extreme cases, the wand will gradually adapt to the wielder, producing subtle changes...

Regulus thought of his wand.

Blackthorn plum, Dragon Heart Tendon Staff Core, 12 1/4 inches.

But after using it for more than half a year, have there been any changes?

He usually emphasizes control and precision when casting spells, resulting in a stable and refined output of magic power.

Could these characteristics also leave traces on the wand?

possible.

As darkness fell outside the window, he closed his book; it was time to go have dinner.

After dinner, Regulus did not go to the library, nor did he intend to go to the restricted section or the Room of Requirement.

He needs rest.

My body is lying in bed, but my mind is working.

He closed his eyes and began to take stock.

Ironclad Charm, Shattering Charm, Disarming Charm, Levitation Charm, Repair Charm, Fire Charm, Explosion Charm, Cutting Charm, Summoning Charm...

He can count a hundred basic spells.

He has mastered Apparition and Guardian Charms, as well as other high-level spells.

Transfiguration can complete the reconstruction of a single element, spatial magic explores the edge of warp, and star trail meditation illuminates four and a half stars.

Natural magic can guide the life force of plants, and brain-sealing techniques can build mental labyrinths.

The Black Magicians have mastered the three Unforgivable Curses, and have even considered and studied their variants.

He understands the incantation, gestures, and techniques of the Fiery Curse, but he has never actually used it. However, he can use it if he wants to.

The list is long, and each item is replaying in my mind, but the image of the Astronomical Tower remains vivid.

Gray fog, human faces, endless.

At that moment, all he could do was activate his Iron Armor Spell and stand there.

With the wand in hand, a list of spells flashed through my mind, but I couldn't choose a single one that worked.

Obstacles everywhere? Raging flames? Explosive explosions? Devastation?

Or did Dumbledore fly in?

The Fiery Curse can burn, but once it's released, it'll cause another disaster if it gets out of control.

And the key issue is that there are too many faces.

A face collided with it; the Ironclad Curse consumed a portion of its magic power, and the mental barrier bore a portion of the pressure.

Ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand.

Every face is screaming, releasing despair and pain; those negative emotions are eroding the barrier.

His magic is like a dam, and the gray fog is like a continuously rising flood. No matter how strong the dam is, the water level will eventually overflow the top of the dam.

wipe out?

Of course you can.

Even each human face that collided with the Ironclad Curse would dissipate.

But the next face immediately emerged from the gray mist, as if it had never disappeared.

The source is behind the stone gate, in that magic wand. Without cutting off the source, all attacks are in vain.

He then realized something he had been overlooking: attribute restraint.

Darkness, despair, pain.

These things, composed of purely negative magic, have limited effects from conventional magic.

The Ironclad Charm is a magical barrier that can block physical impacts and spells, but its effectiveness against emotional corruption is reduced.

The Shattering Spell can shatter rocks, but it cannot disperse a clump of pent-up resentment.

Just as water can extinguish fire, it cannot extinguish the high-temperature airflow in a wildfire.

Regulus remembered the Plague Wand from when Dumbledore introduced it.

70,000 people.

In northern Italy, in Bolzano and the surrounding villages, the Black Death is compounded by a curse of vengeance created by black magic.

Each infected person dies after weeks of torment, all of their final suffering extracted, compressed, condensed, and sealed away by Valentino Solito.

Seventy thousand strands of despair were twisted together and poured into the staff, a mixture of black walnut wood and finger bones.

It is certainly powerful; the negative magic of 70,000 people is enough to sustain a cursed domain that lasts for hundreds of years.

That's like 70,000 beggar-quality Dementors.

But it is not invincible. The Lord of the Great Waters says: Read this book!

Dumbledore caught it with just two fingers, as if he were picking up a fallen leaf.

There must be something in the principal's sleeve, or some kind of magic, that has isolated the wand from the outside world.

Even his magic itself is the most powerful vessel, enveloping the wand within it.

Regulus envisioned a world map in his mind, a Muggle nation composed of several small islands, prone to volcanoes and earthquakes, situated on a collision zone between two continents.

The despair of 70,000 people can create a wand of resentment and plague.

What about 100 million people?

The thought arose, but was immediately suppressed.

Too abstract, and too dangerous.

Moreover, it is against the natural order and harmony.

But another idea emerged: to deal with something with such extreme attributes, we should either use an equivalent extreme attribute to clash with it, or use a higher-level concept to cover it up.

The only extreme-attribute magic he possessed was the Guardian Charm.

He could clearly feel that purity, the yearning for freedom, the longing for the vast world, and the instinct to break through all barriers.

It is the ultimate concentration of positive emotions, naturally restraining negative forces.

Therefore, human faces are afraid of it, and it dissipates when it comes into contact with the silvery-white light.

The essence of the Guardian Spell is profound.

As mentioned in the original work, many adult wizards are unable to summon a physical guardian deity in their lifetime; being able to manifest mist is considered quite good.

It needs more than just happy memories; it needs a steadfast, bright spiritual core that can illuminate the darkness.

His Starry Sky Kite can disperse, but dispersing is not the same as eliminating.

Faces can regenerate because the source remains.

His guardian spirit is more like a lamp, illuminating the surroundings and temporarily repelling the darkness.

To purify an entire gray fog with a single ray of light, like Dumbledore, one would need not a lamp, but a sun.

The difference is evident.

Another approach is to use Fiery Blaze.

Fiendfire is indiscriminate in its nature; it devours everything—wood, stone, magic, and even fragments of souls.

Whether it's black or white, once burned, only ashes remain.

This may reveal a more fundamental philosophy of magic: when opposing attributes cannot be resolved, they are covered up by "existence or non-existence".

What does the raging fire symbolize?

Regulus thought that it might be pure destruction, a more primal impulse to "return everything to nothingness".

It sits on the upper level of opposing attributes because it does not belong to any faction; it is simply 'the end' itself.

But that's precisely why it's dangerous; it can burn the enemy's things, but it can also burn itself.

Therefore, it is classified as black magic.

But Regulus believes it's not black at all.

Regulus opened his eyes and stared at the patterns on the top of the bed curtains.

Dumbledore chose to solve the problem with light, and made sure he could see it.

The beam of light was gentle and natural, and the gray fog silently dissipated wherever it passed.

The headmaster certainly has other methods, he definitely knows Fiery Blaze, he certainly knows black magic, not to mention the Guardian Angel.

But he chose the most restrained and correct one.

It's about light.

Regulus's lips twitched, but his expression remained unchanged.

He knew what Dumbledore was conveying: there are countless paths to magic, and I chose this one because I thought it was more worthwhile.

Dumbledore wasn't demonstrating power; he was demonstrating choice.

The methods need to be supplemented.

We need to study magic with extreme attributes, and deepen our understanding of higher-level overlay techniques like Fiendfire, but we can't be reckless.

Star trail meditation is the foundation, natural magic and spatial magic are the direction, and everything else follows the rhythm.

There's no use in rushing him; he's only in first grade, there's still time.

......

The next morning, Regulus, Avery, and Alex went to the medical wing.

Hermes awoke, and Lady Pomfrey said the curse had worn off, but he was still very weak.

When they entered the ward, Hermes was leaning against the pillow, his face ashen, his eyes sunken, and he looked as if half of his bones had been removed, so thin that his robe hung loosely on his body.

Regulus walked to the bedside and stopped. Hermes lifted his eyelids to look at him, his eyes showing little emotion, only weariness.

"Take good care of him," Regulus said.

His tone was flat, without any extra concern or deliberate distance; it was just a simple greeting.

Avery stood to the side and slightly behind Regulus, his back straighter than usual.

When he looked at Hermes, he raised his chin slightly and didn't say anything, but the meaning of "I'll take care of the thing that almost killed you" was almost slammed into Hermes through his eyes.

He remembered Regulus's instructions not to say more, but in the end he couldn't help himself.

"You can't do it either," Avery said, his voice low but his words clear.

Hermes turned his eyes to him, but did not refute.

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