Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

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This is difficult; the darkness is clearly only directed at him, and for Orion, this is home turf.

Orion could see him, sense him, move freely in this darkness, and cast spells at will.

He was blind and could only passively take the beating.

Regulus's mind was racing.

The principle behind the Shadow Stalking Charm is to blend into the shadows, and this darkness is the super shadow created by Orion.

To break the spell, you either need to use a more powerful CD player to disperse the darkness, or find the caster and interrupt the spell.

His light wasn't strong enough; the silver light of the Starry Sky Kite could only disperse a range of two meters before being suppressed beyond that.

A stronger light, perhaps one could try a Flash Charm imbued with the imagery of a supernova explosion, but that would require time to construct the imagery, and Orion wouldn't give him that chance in the darkness.

Then we can only look for the original entity.

He constantly adjusted the frequency of his magical perception as he moved, trying to penetrate the darkness.

Spatial awareness is also maximized. The Shadow Spell blends into the shadows and uses them to teleport. Although it is not a true spatial movement, theoretically there will be spatial fluctuations left behind.

I don't know how much time passed. In the darkness, my sense of time was distorted. Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was five minutes. Then, a slight abnormal fluctuation was detected.

First, a spatial fluctuation was sensed. It was very subtle and might have been overlooked if it weren't in absolute darkness. It appeared about four and a half meters to the left and in front of Regulus.

Next came a surge of magical energy, in the same location, but the intensity was rapidly increasing.

Orion is preparing a spell.

Without hesitation, Regulus raised his right wand, simultaneously preparing spatial warp and spatial anchor.

To prevent Orion from having a passive defense like the Constant Armor Charm, he decided to open a spatial portal directly onto the opponent's skin.

He even considered driving it under the skin, but immediately rejected the idea.

Firstly, that was his father, so he couldn't kill him; secondly, with the intervention of living magic, the passage would be difficult to form stably.

The passage was instantly formed four and a half meters to the left front.

Regulus pointed his wand forward, and the Crucifixion's crimson beam shot out, passing through the passage with precise aim, likely landing on Orion's chest.

The moment the spell was cast, Regulus couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

This battle was incredibly difficult. The darkness was overwhelming us, and we were forced to take the hits. It was truly frustrating.

The Cruciatus Curse might not necessarily paralyze a wizard with a strong will, but if his father showed even half a second of weakness, he could follow up with an attack and tear the situation apart.

But the expected result did not occur.

In the darkness ahead, spatial and magical fluctuations were still present, but the Cruciatus Curse seemed to have struck the void, without any feedback of hitting a physical entity.

Regulus's heart sank.

The next moment, excruciating pain exploded throughout my body.

It felt like countless red-hot needles were simultaneously piercing every inch of skin, drilling into muscles, and embedding themselves in bones.

But the pain doesn't invade from the outside; it erupts entirely from within, tearing apart at the cellular level.

Regulus's body stiffened instantly, his breath caught in his throat, and his vision went black.

Although it was already dark-skinned.

He immediately realized he had fallen into a trap, and not only that, he had also been hit by the Heart-Piercing Curse.

The fluctuations I just sensed were a trap, a decoy deliberately placed by Orion. The real attack came from...

There was no time to think; the pain slowed my thinking and slowed my body's reaction.

He endured the excruciating pain, trying to sink his consciousness deep into the depths and use the technique of brain occlusion to peel away the awareness that he was suffering, but it would take time.

In the darkness, a hand landed on his shoulder.

The hand pressed down on his shoulder, not with much force, but in the right spot, just enough to block the point where he could unleash his Swiftness spell.

At the same time, something was pressed against my throat—the tip of a magic wand, cool to the touch, pressed against my skin.

Then, the darkness faded away.

Like a curtain being drawn back, light flooded back into the training room, the runes on the walls lit up, the torches burned, and everything returned to normal.

Orion stood before Regulus, his right wand pressed against Regulus's throat, his left hand on his shoulder.

The two were less than a foot apart. Regulus could see the fine sweat on his father's forehead and smell the faint but distinct acrid odor of the fire spell emanating from him.

Orion no longer seemed as composed as he had at the beginning.

The dark gray combat suit had several scorch marks and corrosion marks, and the left cuff was torn open, revealing the protective layer underneath.

Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands of black hair sticking to her forehead. Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Overall, he was quite proper, standing steadily with steady hands and clear eyes.

In comparison, Regulus was in worse form.

His training clothes were torn in many places, and there was still a stiff feeling from the Petrification Curse on his left shoulder. The cells in his body, which had been baptized by the Crucifixion Curse, were still protesting, bringing waves of phantom pain.

His face was a little pale, but he stood straight. His eyes were tired, but not unfocused.

Regulus looked at his father.

The approval in Orion's eyes was almost overflowing.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, and he tried to suppress it, but failed. In the end, he simply let it go, revealing a clear smile.

He put away his wand and patted Regulus's shoulder hard with his left hand.

"Very good," Orion said, his voice brimming with barely suppressed satisfaction. "Regulus, very good."

Regulus lowered his head slightly, took a breath, and when he raised it again, he smiled, said nothing, and just nodded with a bit of force.

The two separated slightly and each took a breath.

The match was short but intense, keeping everyone on edge the whole time. Now that I've relaxed, I'm instantly feeling exhausted.

Regulus moved his left shoulder, using magic to strike the last bit of petrified remnant.

The phantom pain of the Crucifixion Curse gradually subsided. His father hadn't used his full strength; that blow was merely to expose an opening. If his father had used his full power, his son would be lying on the ground convulsing by now.

He was still mentally reviewing the last trap.

Everything felt so real.

The spatial fluctuations, magical fluctuations, location, and intensity were all exactly the same as the signs of Orion casting a spell that he usually sensed.

But that's fake.

Orion simulated the fluctuations in some way to lure him into attacking, while his true form approached from another direction and ended the battle with the Crucifixion.

Moreover, his father was clearly wary of his potential spatial magic.

Although he didn't know exactly what it was, Orion's combat experience allowed him to prepare a plan to deal with a sudden attack.

That trap was probably set up for this purpose, to force him to use his trump card, and then to counterattack.

The old man is no joke.

The thought flashed through Regulus's mind, tinged with helplessness but mostly with admiration.

A father is a father; his decades of combat experience, his grasp of the situation, and his understanding of psychology are all far superior to his.

The two of them looked towards the doorway.

Sirius was still standing there, mouth agape, eyes glazed over, as if he were under a spell binding his entire body.

He looked at Regulus, then at Orion, and then back at Regulus.

My mind was still processing the images I had just seen: darkness descending, my father suddenly disappearing, a magic wand suddenly appearing and being pressed against my throat, and finally, the two of them smiling at each other.

Regulus and Orion exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of a smile in each other's eyes.

Orion walked toward the door, patting Sirius on the shoulder as he passed him.

"Did you understand?" Orion asked.

Sirius nodded mechanically, then shook his head, finally managing to stammer, "...I don't understand at all."

Orion's smile faded, and his tone became flat: "Then take your time to think about it."

He walked to the training room door, pushed it open, and turned to Regulus, saying, "Take a half-hour break, then come to the study. We'll talk about our vacation plans."

The door closed.

Regulus and Sirius remained in the training room.

Sirius finally came to his senses. He walked up to Regulus, looked him up and down, as if he were meeting his younger brother for the first time.

"You..." he began, then paused, and after a long pause, opened his mouth again: "Are you like this at school too?"

"No," Regulus shook his head slightly, "You can't do that at school."

"And all that... movement, the spell, and that last patch of darkness..."

Sirius's speech was somewhat stammering, and even his eyes, which were no longer stubborn, were filled with confusion.

"The result of the practice." Regulus walked toward the door, and Sirius instinctively stepped aside.

He then quickened his pace, passing Regulus, turned around, and stared at him: "Do you and your father often fight like this?"

"The second time," Regulus said, taking a sip of water prepared by the house-elf, "I lost last time."

"And this time?" Sirius asked.

"We lost too," Regulus replied curtly, his tone flat.

Sirius remained silent.

He watched Regulus drink water, put the cup back on the tray, and tuck his disheveled hair back to reveal his forehead.

The movements are ordinary, but they give people a sense of composure, propriety, and even elegance.

Sirius didn't like this rhythm; he felt it was fake and restrictive.

But as he looked at Regulus, his anger almost vanished, leaving only an indescribable feeling.

He then recalled Regulus in the training room, moving at high speed, unleashing spells in rapid succession with astonishing power, and with a calm and focused gaze.

The person in front of me, so slow and deliberate, seemed like a completely different person.

He couldn't tell which one was real.