Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

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"I will write down the key points and my understanding," Regulus simply said. "Keep it at home, and anyone who wants to study it can look at it themselves later."

Orion looked at him and nodded.

There was a more complex emotion in his eyes; he seemed to see the future of the family in the son before him, in a direction farther than he could ever imagine.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from one side of the study; it was the door leading to the training room.

Gerald Hawke came out first, his robes dusty at the hem. He looked up and saw Regulus, and nodded casually.

"Mr. Black."

"Mr. Hawke," Regulus replied politely.

Hawke turned to Orion.

"Mr. Black, Sirius's training has come to an end," he said calmly. "He has mastered basic magic and can now use it very well."

Orion nodded, signaling him to continue.

Hawke added, his tone tinged with emotion, "Mr. Black, I must say once again, the Black family bloodline is truly..."

He shook his head, as if searching for the right word: "Highly talented, very highly talented."

Hearing this, Orion glanced at Regulus, then turned back to Hawke, politely thanking him for his hard work and saying that further arrangements would be announced later.

Hawke nodded, took his leave, and departed.

The study door closed.

Orion and Regulus looked at each other, and the study was silent for a few seconds.

Hawke praised Sirius's high talent.

That's right, Sirius is indeed very talented. Among the young wizards Hawke has ever met, he should be one of the best.

But Hawke didn't know what truly gifted people looked like.

Just moments ago in the study, without a sound or a cane, the man who had almost shaken the current head of the Black family so badly he could barely sit still with an invisible spell was now standing right in front of him, politely calling him "Mr. Hawke".

Neither the father nor the son spoke, but there was a hint of a smile in their eyes.

A moment later, the training room door opened again, and Sirius Black came out.

His steps were unsteady, each step feeling like walking on cotton, his body leaning to the side, and he had to hold onto the door frame to keep his balance.

The robe he was wearing had several burn marks, the edges were curled and blackened, and a corner was missing from his left shoulder.

A strand of his hair was singed and curled into a ball, emitting a burnt smell. His face was pitch black, with sweat and soot mixed together, making it almost impossible to see his original skin color.

Then he saw Regulus sitting there, and his body instantly stiffened.

It was an instinctive action, completely without thinking; he simply didn't want to appear pathetic in front of Regulus.

Although Regulus had seen him in such a disheveled state more than once.

Some of them were given to him by Regulus himself.

Sirius withdrew his hand from the wall and let it hang at his side, struggling to steady himself, though his knees were still trembling slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something.

Regulus, where have you been these days?

Regulus, did you also lick Voldemort's heels like Bellatrix did?

Regulus, do you know how outrageous Walbuga has been while you were away?

But his mouth opened and then closed again, the words stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

He just stood there, looking at Regulus, and Regulus looked at him too.

He didn't say a word.

Then he looked away and continued walking forward, step by step, very slowly, but without leaning against the wall again.

He walked out of the study, and the door closed behind him.

Regulus and Orion didn't say anything, they just watched him leave and the door close.

The study was silent for a few seconds before Regulus looked away. "Father, I'm going back."

Orion didn't answer. Regulus got up to leave, and only then did he speak: "Are we still practicing magic?"

Regulus stopped and shook his head: "No need."

Magic definitely needs to be practiced. The path of magic is vast and boundless, with ever-higher peaks waiting to be reached. How could one not practice it?

Now, there's no need to shut yourself away and do research anymore.

The Disintegration Spell has been developed, spatial warp is now mastered, and Fiendfire control is stable. Everything that needed to be done during the holiday has been accomplished, except for Star Trail Meditation.

The next step is to test these spells in real combat, to verify their value in actual battles.

In an uncertain environment, see if you can put your research findings to use and what the actual results will be.

And to find an opportunity to illuminate Betelgeuse.

Orion looked at him, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment, then he nodded: "Rest at home for a week, I have plans for next week."

Regulus nodded: "Okay."

He turned and left, his steps steady, his figure disappearing behind the gate.

......

One morning in mid-July, after breakfast, Orion brought Regulus to the drawing room.

The reception room was located in the east wing of the house, and it was not frequently used except to receive guests of important status.

A fire burned in the fireplace, and an oil painting of a North Sea storm hung on the wall, depicting huge waves and a sailboat struggling on the crest of a wave.

They sat down on the sofa by the window, and not long after, Kreacher pushed open the door and came in, followed by someone.

"Master, young master, the guests have arrived."

"Master, young master, the guests have arrived."

Regulus looked up and saw a witch.

Standing at approximately 188 centimeters tall, he stood there with the upright posture of a young oak tree.

Her platinum blonde hair was braided and tied at the back of her head, without a single stray hair falling out. Her facial features were clear, with a high nose bridge, a sharp jawline, and a calm and sharp gaze.

She was wearing a wizard's hunting outfit, dark gray, well-tailored, cinched at the waist, with leather padding on the shoulders, and the undulating lines of her muscles could be seen under the fabric.

Smooth, firm, and full of power.

He stood there, heroic and aloof, yet exuding an indescribable handsomeness.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties.

Her magic was profound, flowing steadily around her like a tide, unassuming yet anyone who sensed it even slightly would know that she was a powerful witch.

Orion stood up: "Freya von Eisenhardt."

He then turned to Regulus: "This is Regulus."

Regulus rose and bowed slightly.

Eisenhardt, he knew this family.

The German pure-blood family holds a prominent position in the Norse magical world, comparable to the Black family in England.

The Eisenhardt family controls most of the cultivation and trade of magical pearls in the North Sea, has deep roots in the German Ministry of Magic, and has been linked to several ancient German and Austrian families through generations of marriage.

Regulus had seen their profiles in the foreign pure-blood family archives in the family library.

The Eisenhardt family's history dates back to the 13th century.

Unlike the British pure-blooded who are keen on socializing and showing off, they are more reserved and pragmatic.

The family motto is "actions precede words," and each generation of the family head is known for their calmness, efficiency, and precise decision-making.

During the period of Grindelwald's rise to power, the Eisenhardt family chose to remain neutral.

But unlike those neutral fence-sitters, they truly managed to stay out of it.

They neither support the Ulster Party nor join the International Magic Alliance's crackdown; they simply guard their own little corner of the North Sea and focus on doing their own thing.

Grindelwald's men approached them, supposedly wanting to use the North Sea shipping route to transport something, but they were refused.

However, the refusal was handled gently, while a generous gift was offered, which was considered quite polite.

After that, Eisenhardt and Grindelwald reached a subtle understanding: no cooperation, no hostility, and no interference from each other.

After the war, they were not purged because there was indeed no evidence that they had been involved in UMNO activities.

The International Magical Federation investigated the matter and could only conclude that it was strictly neutral.

When Regulus saw this history, he knew in his heart that this family was not only pragmatic, but also very intelligent.

In those black-and-white times, to avoid offending either side and absolve oneself of all responsibility, power alone was not enough; it also required astute political judgment.

The German concept of purebred lineage differs from that of the British.

British purebreds like to emphasize the purity of their bloodline, enjoy building social circles, and like to promote the supremacy of pure blood in various occasions.

No matter how much they belittle Muggles, they still retain the flamboyant style of the British Empire from back then.

In Germany, strength and ability are valued more. Bloodline is important, of course, but more important is whether one can shoulder the responsibilities of the family and make the right decisions at critical moments.

They also engaged in marriage alliances, but the purpose of these alliances was only to consolidate their power, not to prove how pure their bloodline was.

This difference is related to the history of witchcraft in both countries.

The British pure-blooded tradition emphasizes the decorum of old-school aristocracy, with generations confined to the British Isles. While they may intermarry with wizarding families on the European continent, they still believe their own family's rules are the most authentic.

Over time, this fosters a pretentious and conservative attitude.

Located in the heart of Europe, Germany has historically dealt with various forces, suffering losses and gaining advantages, gradually developing its pragmatic style of doing things.

Regulus was thinking about all this when his gaze lingered on Freya.