Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Regulus walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and slowed his breathing.

He entered the depths of his consciousness.

In the spiritual world, starlight spreads across the space of consciousness, forming a three-dimensional constellation model that slowly rotates.

Star trail meditation offers a pure spirit and a solid framework.

Next, we will reconstruct the room.

He functionally modified the original concept of a conscious room.

Using advanced techniques of brain-sealing, a simple isolated space is transformed into a more complex, composite mental construct.

First, a filter layer is constructed. Based on the pure nature of star trail meditation, a dense net is woven with the mind, and all magic and information entering the room must first pass through this filter.

But the goal is not to erase; it only marks, analyzes, and records.

Then, an observation window is opened, allowing the main consciousness to observe the situation inside the room in one direction, but the objects inside the room cannot perceive the observer's line of sight.

The window material is a semi-transparent barrier formed by spiritual energy, which does not affect observation but isolates all reverse detection.

Next, a magic conduit is constructed, a long, thin, and adjustable spiritual channel that connects to the outside world.

The inside of the conduit is engraved with restrictive runes, allowing for precise control of flow rate, volume, and magical purity.

Finally, there is the internal solidification defense, where layers of protective netting are woven into the inner walls of the room using spiritual energy.

To prevent the escape of the internal virtual persona or the imported dark magic.

These protective networks are directly connected to Regulus's core consciousness. Once an abnormal breach attempt is detected, an alarm will be triggered immediately, and the destruction process may even be initiated automatically.

The entire structure was completed; it served as both a containment chamber and a laboratory.

The next step is to resettle the residents.

Regulus summoned the virtual persona he used during breakfast, the power-hungry Regulus.

He began to adjust the features.

Weaken other emotional modules of this personality, eliminating self-awareness and identity.

It enhances its obsessive research into dark knowledge, endows it with a strong sense of curiosity and adventure, and implants a low-level command.

All research findings must be reported through a filtering layer.

The adjustment was completed, and the virtual personality was safely transferred and locked in the containment chamber.

It now stood in the center of that pure white, hexagonal room, its face bearing the curious and greedy expression that Regulus had carefully crafted.

It didn't know it was in a cage; it thought it was in a private research space.

Then establish a connection.

Regulus manipulated the magic conduit, slowly opening it to connect to the Enlightenment Core and transmit information and magic to the containment chamber.

The virtual personality immediately noticed.

It turned around, facing the exit of the magic conduit, and its eyes lit up.

It reached out to feel the trajectory of the dark magic spreading throughout the room.

It began its research.

Regulus's main consciousness watched this scene through the observation window.

The virtual persona paced around the room, gesturing with its fingers in the air as if performing some kind of incantation.

Its lips moved slightly, silently chanting something, perhaps fragments of an ancient spell revealed by dark enlightenment.

Occasionally it will stop, frown, think, and then continue.

All activities are recorded and analyzed in real time by the filtering layer.

Regulus sets the security rules.

The main consciousness has the highest authority and can cut off magic input, close the observation window, and adjust the filter layer parameters at any time.

If necessary, the destruction process can be initiated.

The entire containment chamber, along with the virtual personalities and all the dark magic within, will be instantly compressed and annihilated.

Although it may cost you some mental strength, it guarantees absolute safety.

The virtual personality's activity is strictly limited to the room; it cannot perceive anything outside the room, nor can it communicate directly with the main consciousness.

Its research findings and acquired dark knowledge must pass through a filter layer before they can be selectively received by the main consciousness.

The filter layer operates based on two standards.

First, the pure nature of star trail meditation automatically filters out information with strong mental pollution and emotional distortion.

Secondly, Regulus's own understanding of magic allows him to distinguish between pure knowledge and traps disguised as knowledge.

Initial construction completed.

Regulus slowly opened his eyes.

The bedroom was dimly lit, and the curtains were drawn.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was 1:17 PM.

The entire process lasted approximately three hours.

Now, he has a sustainable and secure platform for researching black magic.

The virtual personality will gradually learn to use the knowledge brought by dark enlightenment, and may even simulate some black magic effects.

However, the resulting mental pollution and personality distortion will be firmly confined within the quarantine zone.

What he gained was refined knowledge, information, and data; what he lost was only a portion of his renewable spiritual resources as maintenance costs.

This can be considered as turning the poison sent by Voldemort into a controllable sample library and test server.

Disadvantages were turned into advantages.

Regulus got out of bed and stretched his wrists and neck, which were stiff from meditating for so long.

He walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out a dark green formal robe.

The fabric is thick and the cut is well-fitting, with the Black family coat of arms embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

I changed into a long robe, buttoned it up, and straightened the collar.

The boy in the mirror had clear eyes, and his face was slightly pale from the mental exertion he had just experienced, but his overall condition was stable.

He needs to talk to his father.

Stepping out of the bedroom and down the spiral staircase, the house was very quiet.

As Regulus passed by the restaurant, he glanced inside. The long table had been cleaned up, and the fireplace was burning normally, as if the performance a few hours earlier had never happened.

Upon entering the study, Regulus raised his hand and tapped the door three times with his knuckles.

Orion's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Push the door open and go inside.

Orion sat behind a large desk with several documents spread out in front of him, but he wasn't reading them.

He held a quill pen in his hand, the tip hovering above the parchment, the ink almost dry.

"Father." Regulus walked to the desk.

Orion looked up, his gaze lingering on Orion's face for a moment, before pointing to the high-backed chair opposite him.

"sit."

Regulus sat down, his hands resting naturally on his knees, the hem of his robe hanging down to his ankles.

Orion put down his quill and leaned back in his chair. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Regulus nodded, his voice steady. "That dark revelation has been dealt with."

Orion didn't speak, but just looked at him with obvious concern in his eyes.

Regulus organized his thoughts.

"It is essentially a highly concentrated dark knowledge entity with strong psychological manipulation and contamination properties, which erodes those who come into contact with it by demonstrating power and instilling distorted theories."

Orion's face remained expressionless; he simply tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair, signaling him to continue.

"It showed me a powerful magical path based on pain and domination, and the vision of power that comes with it."

Regulus shook his head slightly and continued, "Very..." However, the path is predetermined, and the price is abandoning oneself, completely accepting the darkness, and even merging into it.

Orion nodded slightly.

Regulus adjusted his posture slightly: "I used Occlumency, along with some mental techniques, to create a safe, isolated zone in my consciousness."

Orion knew that his son had his own methods for magical research and that his son was quite accomplished in mental magic, but he wouldn't ask what those methods were.

This is the tacit understanding between father and son: giving each other space, respecting privacy, and focusing only on the results.

"I've limited its influence to that quarantine zone, and now I can study its knowledge indirectly without polluting my soul."

Regulus concluded, "It's more like a dangerous specimen kept in a cage, from which I can extract some useful information as research material."

Orion listened quietly, his gaze sweeping over him.

Regulus's tone remained steady, his eyes clear and calm, a stark contrast to the ecstatic young man he had been at breakfast.

As Regulus described the situation, the initial worry in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by approval.

He understood his son; this calmness and problem-solving approach were Regulus's true nature.

"So," Regulus concluded, "by accepting this gift, in the short term we have gained Voldemort's initial trust in exchange for a more relaxed observation period."

But in the long run, this also means he's paying more attention to me, which poses a deeper risk.

He added, "However, the initiative has not been completely lost."

Orion remained silent for a moment.

His fingers stopped tapping on the armrest, he leaned forward, rested his elbows on the edge of the desk, and clasped his hands in front of him.

This gesture made him seem more formal, as if he were about to discuss something important, but he started talking about something else entirely.

"Your mother..." Orion's voice was slightly low, "...is very emotional today."

He knew Volbuga's personality and persistence, and understood that this would put extra pressure on Regulus.

As a father, he couldn't change his wife's nature; he could only remind his son to be careful.

Regulus's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this all along.

"I understand," he replied briefly.

He knew that his mother was that kind of person; her love and her obsession were two sides of the same coin.

There's no point in getting emotionally upset about this; the key is to handle your own affairs well.

Let's leave this topic at that; everything is left unsaid.

This is another kind of tacit understanding between them.

For the parts of the family that cannot be changed, remain clear-headed, maintain appropriate distance, and preserve a semblance of harmony.