Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Regulus heard this, but did not answer immediately. He looked at Sirius and felt a sense of relief.

The fact that Sirius was able to ask the question shows that he has started to think about power, so the beating he took wasn't for nothing.

No matter how much force follows, it's at least a good start.

But how did he do it? That's too broad a question for Regulus to even begin to answer.

Does his scientific thinking and rational habits lead him to view magic as an analyzable system?

He said that his magic control, which he had practiced since childhood, enabled him to cast spells silently and without a wand several years ago.

It is said that he was born with a magical perception and could sense the subtle flow of magic.

It is said that his nightly star trail meditation allows his soul, body, and magic to grow in sync.

These are all about "how they did it," but explaining them is useless.

Talent cannot be replicated, training methods vary from person to person, and ways of thinking are rooted in personality and experience.

Regulus put down his teacup.

"Think about it." That was his final answer.

Sirius frowned and his face darkened.

Thinking? Who can't think?

What are you thinking about?

The knowledge from the textbook? Or the professor's words?

That sounds too dismissive, like an adult trying to fob off a child with something like, "You'll understand when you grow up."

He even wondered if Regulus was implying that he was a stupid idiot who couldn't think straight.

"What are you thinking about?" Sirius's voice turned a little cold.

Regulus noticed his displeasure but didn't pay it any mind.

He continued, "Think about what you are good at, what magic means to you, what you want to achieve with magic, and what you are willing to pay to achieve those things."

After saying that, he glanced at Sirius, whose expression was shifting from anger to confusion.

Regulus was aware of the current state of the wizarding world.

Most wizards remain at the stage of being able to use spells, and when needed, they can use the correct spells to achieve their goals.

Those with a bit of ambition will want to use spells better, increase their power, and make magic do more.

Academic wizards study the principles behind spells, trying to understand the logic behind them, develop new spells, and find more applications for a particular magic.

Combat wizards specialize in practical application, aiming to use magic to inflict greater damage and defeat enemies more effectively.

But few people think about what my magical path is, what I'm truly good at, or which direction I should take.

Regulus had found his magical path, but it was clearly not appropriate to tell Sirius; it would be pointless and only distract him.

For most wizards, finding their talent is already a stroke of luck, let alone finding a path to success.

Thinking of this, Regulus picked up a brass ring from the table, probably a toy Sirius had casually left there.

The brass ring spun around on his fingertip.

"Some people are born with a talent for polymorphism, some are sensitive to potions, and some can easily master combat spells. Find your area of ​​expertise and then cultivate it deeply. This is the first step."

Sirius stared at the brass ring: "How do you know what you're good at?"

"Try," Regulus said simply.

"Try all the magic you can get your hands on, and observe which area you progress the fastest in, which area you find easiest to do, and which area makes you want to continue to study it."

That's what they say, but Regulus didn't do it that way. He knew in his heart that it was actually a stupid method.

It's inefficient, time-consuming, and relies on luck.

He remembered Ollivander's wand shop, where the old man could pick out the one perfect wand from thousands for a young wizard.

Since wands can be adapted, can a wizard's talents be detected?

Is there a kind of magic that can directly reveal the most suitable path for a person?

Or it doesn't necessarily have to be specific magic; rituals or divination are also acceptable.

Regulus kept the idea in his mind.

There is no record of such a thing in the magical world, at least not in any publicly available records.

Even if it truly exists, it would certainly be closely guarded, hidden in the deepest secret chamber of a certain family, or in a forbidden secret manual of an ancient school.

But he wanted to give it a try. Once he had enough strength and knowledge, he wanted to study this direction.

Even if it can only be a prototype, only reveal a glimpse of talent, it could be a revolutionary advancement for the wizard training system.

But that's for the future; he doesn't have that ability right now.

As for Sirius, Regulus actually knew that his talent might lie in Transfiguration.

But Regulus didn't intend to point it out directly.

Giving the answer directly would weaken the exploration process. Sirius needs to discover his own talents. Only when he finds something himself will he truly cherish it and actively invest his enthusiasm.

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If told that if the future turns out to be hostile, he might feel awkward or even disgusted when he looks back on today.

After all, it was guidance from the enemy, and he could easily give it up, treating this talent as some kind of unwilling charity, preferring to waste it rather than continue.

He can do it.

"But finding what you're good at isn't enough. You need to figure out what magic means to you. Is it a tool? Power? Art? Or something else entirely?"

This answer determines your attitude towards magic, and it also determines how far you can go.

This is meant to be a suggestion, but it should stop here; saying more would be too profound.

As for what Sirius can glean from this, and how far he can think, that's his own business.

The room fell silent, and the fire in the fireplace crackled once.

Sirius lowered his head, lost in thought; he had never considered these things before.

Magic is magic—the spells taught in school, used in daily life, and thrown out during fights.

The Disarming Charm knocks the opponent's wand away, the Armor Charm blocks spells, and the Stunning Charm knocks someone down.

He never asked himself, "What am I good at?"

Transfiguration or a curse?

Dark magic defense or potions?

Perhaps I should try divination?

Why are you telling me this?

Sirius's expression was inscrutable, his demeanor softening slightly, but his tone remained harsh; he couldn't bring himself to be gentle.

Regulus didn't intend to answer; he couldn't very well say, "To keep you alive."

He stood up and walked towards the door, pausing as he passed Sirius Black.

Goodnight, Sirius.

He opened the door, walked out, and the door closed gently behind him.

Sirius stood there, looking at the two cups of tea on the table. He took a sip from one cup and left the other untouched.

Regulus returned to his room and opened the window.

The summer night breeze carried the unique dampness of London, and the night sky was obscured by fog, making it impossible to see the stars.

I hope what I said to Sirius will be helpful, but how it actually works is up to him.

Regulus lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Starting tomorrow, the holiday will officially enter practice mode.

A month is enough time for him to make significant progress on several key points.

The wind outside the window continued to blow, and the curtains swayed gently.

Regulus went through the practice plan in his mind, then let his consciousness sink into star trail meditation.

Four and a half stars of Orion shine in the darkness, while the fifth star is still halfway to be revealed.

go to bed.

......

The next morning at nine o'clock, in the training room.

Orion first tested Sirius's magical abilities.

The content is simple: cast the Disarming Charm, Armor Charm, Barrier Charm, Knockback Charm, Stun Charm in sequence, followed by a few counter-charms learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The results were not ideal.

Sirius Black can use magic, but that's about it.

The disarming spell's red light was bright enough, but its trajectory was straightforward and lacked variation.

The Ironclad Curse can take shape, but the barrier is uneven in thickness and has obvious weak points.

Obstacle spells have a small range and short duration, knockback spells are not powerful enough, and stun spells are slow and easy to dodge.

The problem wasn't with what Hogwarts taught; Sirius's grades weren't bad, and he had learned everything he was supposed to.

The problem is that he has mastered too few types of magic, and his understanding of magic is not deep enough.

He only knows the standard spells taught in class, with almost no extracurricular learning, and his power remains at the level of an outstanding student in the lower grades.

After Orion finished the test, he remained silent for a long time.

He looked at Sirius with a complicated expression, and finally said only, "Wait."

He left the training room and returned half an hour later with someone.

Gerald Hawke, one of the Black family's affiliated wizards.

He was in his early forties, lean, with short gray hair and a scar on his left eye that ran from his brow bone to his cheekbone.

He spent ten years in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic before retiring due to injury. He was then recruited by Orion to handle some family affairs and train new recruits.

"For the next two weeks," Orion said to Sirius, "Mr. Hawke will teach you the basics; do as he says."

Sirius Black looked grumpy.

He thought becoming stronger meant fighting against someone like Regulus, breaking through in actual combat, or learning powerful spells.

I never expected that the foundational lessons would be taught by an outsider.

But he didn't object. Regulus's performance last night was still fresh in his mind, and he knew he was far from being good enough.

It's a good idea to solidify your basics first, and then try to find what you're good at.