Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

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Sirius Black had no expression on his face when he returned to his room.

But Regulus could sense that the magic within him was active, as if it had been stirred by some kind of intense emotion and was flowing through his body.

This is a good state. Whether it's wanting revenge after being beaten up by himself or witnessing the duel just now, as long as it makes Sirius want to become stronger, the goal has been achieved.

Regulus stopped thinking about him; if Sirius truly expressed his wishes, his father would make the arrangements.

He went back to his room, took a shower, and changed into a clean robe.

A fresh start and restoration can solve everything, but life can't be magic all the time.

Magic is useful, but life itself also needs to be experienced.

After a quick tidying up, he went to his study.

Orion was already behind his desk working on documents, his quill swishing across the parchment.

Regulus recalled that his father rarely had any free time and always had endless work to do.

The documents from Wizengamor, reports on the family business, correspondence within the pureblood circle, and various matters requiring the Black family to express their opinion or take sides.

He suddenly realized that, given the abilities his father had just demonstrated, this was still while he was being distracted by his busy work.

If Orion had focused all his energy on improving his magic, how strong would he be now?

Regulus immediately shook his head slightly; this was impossible.

The position of head of the Black family requires a balance between magic and worldly affairs.

Powerful magic can protect a family, but worldly matters such as connections, businesses, and political capital are equally important.

Without the latter, the former is merely an isolated force, easily isolated, besieged, and exhausted.

Unless one is as powerful as Dumbledore, Grindelwald, or Voldemort, but the father clearly cannot do that.

Moreover, the Black family is well-managed by their father, at least for now.

Orion heard the noise, but without looking up, he simply said, "Sit down, wait a moment."

Regulus sat down in the armchair opposite him. A row of portraits of their ancestors hung on the wall. Phineas Nigellus was resting with his eyes closed. The others were talking in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally glancing at Regulus.

Five minutes later, Orion put down his quill and pushed the document aside.

He leaned back in his chair, placed his hands on his stomach, and asked about Sirius first.

"Regus, how's Sirius doing at school?"

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

But Regulus could tell that his father was not satisfied with Sirius's performance.

That's normal; comparisons are odious.

If we don't compare him to Regulus, or if Regulus weren't so outstanding, Sirius would actually be considered excellent.

While playing around, thanks to the Black family's talent, they were considered outstanding among their peers at Hogwarts.

But compared to those junior wizards who have both talent and the ability to consciously improve themselves, they are far inferior.

Pure-blood families also compare their children and heirs, but Sirius is clearly not a suitable candidate for comparison.

Rebellious and not going home for the holidays, the eldest son of the Black family went to Gryffindor.

In social situations, people would tacitly avoid this topic.

He knew all of this, and it was impossible for him not to care.

So calling Sirius back during this long holiday was both to save face for the Black family and to improve his magical abilities.

Even though he had already confirmed with Regulus Sirius's role as the family's backup plan on the side of light, Orion still hoped that his son could have more confidence.

He is, after all, his son.

But what could Regulus say?

Does the statement that Sirius Black spends all his time wandering around at night, playing pranks, and fighting with James Potter detract from his reputation?

He shook his head slightly: "I'm not quite sure."

He hadn't really paid attention to Sirius's specific performance at school.

Orion didn't ask any more questions. He was well aware of Sirius's performance at school, and even if he didn't specifically inquire, someone would report it to him.

Just as he knew Regulus's performance.

Orion was extremely satisfied with Regulus, both in terms of magic and his conduct.

But Sirius Black's deeds would upset any parent who cares even a little about their child's education.

Regulus looked at his father's face, which was expressionless, but he was certain that Sirius's holiday was not going to be easy.

That's fine too. Let's see if Sirius's passion for becoming stronger can withstand his father's training intensity and how long he can persevere.

That concludes our discussion of Sirius Black.

Orion looked at Regulus: "What are your plans for the holiday?"

Regulus's heart skipped a beat. His father's question meant that he already had an idea, or perhaps it was his mother's idea.

He needs to express his own wishes first; if it's a social event, he's not really interested in going.

He doesn't reject social interaction; he believes it's necessary.

But he had only graduated from first grade, and he had already made a public appearance at the Malfoy family's Christmas dinner last year, so those who needed to know him already knew him.

Based on his performance at school, he could guess what the scene would be like, so there was little point in engaging in any more social activities.

Moreover, considering the potential attention, he needs to cool down and calm down, at least during the holidays.

He believed that his father thought the same way.

"Practicing magic," he said, looking at his father, "I've come up with some new ideas for spells, but they need time and practice."

Orion followed up with the question: "The spatial magic of house-elves?"

He was referring to the moment during the duel when Regulus caused the spell to suddenly appear at the location of the fake target.

Although the attack failed, the effect of the spell appearing out of thin air was indeed astonishing.

Regulus nodded, then raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes asking, "Want to see?"

Orion leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, and gestured with his eyes to demonstrate.

Regulus raised his left hand, pointing his index finger forward.

A flash of silver light appeared at his fingertips, and a clear ripple spread through the air in front of him.

A semi-transparent window forms at the center of the ripples, opposite which is the ink bottle at the other end of Orion's desk.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, the ink bottle floated up, moving slowly and clearly in a trajectory.

The bottle passed through the window and disappeared into the ripples.

At the same instant, on the other side of the window, above the pile of documents to Orion's left, the space rippled again, and the ink bottle emerged from the void, landing steadily on the table without even shaking.

The whole process took less than a second.

This is just a demonstration so that the father can see it clearly. If the spell is used normally, this window is not needed, and there is no process.

Orion's eyes widened slightly as he stared at the ink bottle.

He had guessed during the duel that Regulus might have mastered this spatial technique, but seeing the actual teleportation still shocked him and made him gasp for breath.

He remembered what Regulus had said before: two points on a map, fold the map, and let the points stick together.

It seemed abstract at the time, but now I see that's exactly what it means.

But here's the problem: this alone doesn't seem enough to support the spell's ability to travel through time.

Physical teleportation and spell teleportation are two different things.

Orion noticed that the silver light at Regulus's fingertips hadn't dissipated yet, but he didn't say anything and continued watching.

Regulus gripped his wand in his right hand, this time aiming it at the window.

The wand traced a complex trajectory in the air, a spatial anchoring spell.

After setting up the anchor points, he turned his wand towards the window, and a red beam of disarming light shot out.

But it's not for attacking; it's just for demonstration. The incantation is slowed down, like walking through water.

The red light entered through the window, passed through the ripples, and landed directly on the side of the bookshelf against the wall without any intermediate process, making a slight impact sound.

Spell teleportation.

Orion's expression started to betray him.

His eyes were wide open, his body almost pressed against the table, staring at the dissipating spatial passage and the deliberately presented window.

Even though they had already guessed that Regulus had managed to teleport, the shock of seeing the magic rules being broken with their own eyes was still intense.

Looking at his father's expression, Regulus felt a slight sense of pride, a faint but undeniable feeling.

He rarely had the chance to make Orion show such an expression; usually, his father taught him. Now, it felt good to be the other way around.

Want to learn? I'll teach you.

But since he was his father, he began to explain directly.

"The spell has three parts." Regulus drew his wand in the air, leaving a trail of silver light.

"First, perceive the spatial structure of the target area; second, guide magic to fold space and form a passage; third, stabilize the edges of the passage to prevent collapse. The gesture is like this—"

He slowed down his movements so that Orion could see every turn.

He then explained the pronunciation of the incantation and emphasized at the end: "You can't fold it too hard, otherwise the space will tear and the things will get stuck halfway."

"This is a spacetime warp spell." Regulus tried to keep his tone calm so his father wouldn't detect his smugness.

"It can only teleport objects. The size and distance increase with proficiency. It cannot be used to teleport spells alone. It needs to be used in conjunction with a spatial anchoring spell to stabilize the channel."

He then cast a spatial anchoring spell: "The anchor must be placed on the inner wall of the passage, not in the center, otherwise the passage will be blocked and the spell will not be able to pass through."

Regulus didn't know if his father had inherited the Spatial Anchoring Charm, but even if he hadn't, the inheritance was there, and it would be extremely convenient to learn it if one wanted to.

He demonstrated it twice, and Orion watched intently, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the table.

When Regulus demonstrated for the third time, Orion coughed lightly: "That's it."

Regulus forced a smile, put away his wand, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his expression returned to seriousness.