Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

If Freya really did show him the blue flame on purpose, it might mean she wanted him to discover something, or wanted him to think in a certain direction.

She just couldn't say it outright.

Some things can't be said outright; they can only be hinted at.

Regulus looked at the distant sea.

Under the cover of night, the sea was dark and almost blended into the sky. The clouds were thick, and there was no moon or starlight.

In the far distance, a lighter gray line is faintly visible, indistinguishable as the horizon, another layer of clouds, or simply an optical illusion.

Waves surged in one after another, crashing against the rocks beneath our feet with a dull roar.

The white foam stood out starkly in the darkness, like countless hands waving in the night, then dissipating, then reappearing.

It was empty and desolate, like the end of the world.

This feeling is strange.

They were fighting and battling just moments ago, but now they're standing here watching the sea, saying nothing and doing nothing.

The witch beside him, who had just been fighting two elite dark wizards, was now just standing quietly, looking at the same sea, just like him.

Regulus turned his head to look at Freya's profile.

Her face had regained its calm expression, devoid of any emotion or ripples. Her features were sharp and clear, as if carved with a knife, making her completely different from the woman who had just rolled her eyes.

That eye roll.

Regulus's lips twitched slightly as he thought of that eye roll.

At the height of the battle, she glanced at him, and after confirming he was alright, quickly rolled her eyes.

That eye roll made Regulus realize that Freya wasn't what she seemed on the surface.

Beneath her expressionless face lay something else, such as a somewhat blunt side that wasn't quite adept at handling such situations.

They didn't have much contact.

We met at Grimmauld Place this morning and then used our door keys to get to Reef.

She took him on a tour around the town, settled him down at noon, and left him to his own devices in the afternoon. At eight o'clock in the evening, she knocked on his door and asked him to come out and patrol.

Then came the battle.

In total, the actual time spent together was only three or four hours.

But over those three or four hours, Freya's image in his mind gradually became clearer.

Regulus withdrew his gaze and looked back at the sea. He called softly, "Miss von Eisenhardt."

Freya turned her head to look at him.

"Your magic is very powerful," Regulus said sincerely. "I've never seen that kind of casting method used for those lightning strikes before."

Freya looked at him, her gaze lingering on his face.

Her eyes held a thoughtful look, as if she were judging whether his words were a test or had a hidden meaning.

Regulus met her gaze, his eyes clear, filled with genuine admiration.

Freya's expression relaxed slightly.

"Mr. Black," her deep voice rang out in the night, "you are the one who surprises me."

Her tone was very serious, and you could tell there was no politeness in it.

Regulus looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Please call me Regulus."

Freya paused for a moment, blinked, and her eyelashes trembled slightly in the night.

She seemed surprised by his response, and she never expected that this British boy, who was nearly 20 centimeters shorter than her, would ask her to call him by his name.

Then she nodded slightly, in a very small gesture: "You can call me Freya."

Regulus readily agreed: "Freya."

He spoke so naturally, as if he were calling a friend he had known for a long time.

A very subtle change flashed across Freya's face, so slight and fleeting.

If you don't stare at her, you won't even notice her; it seems to be a kind of relaxation.

"Regulus," she called out as well.

Then she continued to look at him, her gaze lingering on his face, as if waiting for him to say more, or as if waiting for him to ask something.

She wanted to ask about the spell.

That gray-green spell was too unique and too powerful.

A twelve-year-old boy used a spell to completely wipe an elite dark wizard from the world, leaving not even a corpse behind.

This kind of magic would intrigue any wizard, and they would want to ask about it.

But she couldn't ask.

That might involve family secrets, personal privacy, or things that are inconvenient to tell outsiders. Asking directly would be impolite and could even be suspected of prying.

So she was waiting, waiting for him to bring it up first, or waiting for him to change the subject himself.

Regulus was also looking at her, his gaze fixed on her, completely absorbed in reading Chapter 171 of the novel "Hungry? (Please subscribe, please vote for me!)" without any attempt to look away, just staring at her until she felt a little uncomfortable.

Freya's gaze began to shift subtly, her eyelashes fluttered again, and her lips pursed.

Just when she was about to give up and actually look away, Regulus finally spoke.

He said in a gentle tone, "The Disintegration Spell, I developed it myself."

There was absolutely no boasting or pride in his words; it was as if he were stating a fact: the weather is nice today, and I developed this spell.

But I was indeed a little proud, though not much, just a tiny bit.

Freya's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly closed them again. She nodded without asking for details or further explanation.

She paused for a moment, then said, "Don't you want to ask me anything?"

Regulus certainly had questions to ask.

What's with that blue flame? Who are you? Why did you allow the other party to unleash mental erosion? What is your purpose?

These questions had been swirling in his mind for a while, but he didn't want to ask them now, at least not right now.

That's a kind of perverse sense of humor, isn't it?

He wanted to see how Freya would try her best to pretend or act in front of him.

He found it amusing how this witch, who appeared cold and aloof, was dashing and heroic in battle but would roll her eyes in private, acted so cautiously in his presence.

Moreover, after witnessing the changes in Betelgeuse just now, he was even more certain that something was amiss.

In his star-trajectory meditation system, Betelgeuse remained in a state of readiness, not fully illuminated, and even after the first spiritual resonance was established, it ceased to change.

But the chilling sensation from that moment made its light grow ever brighter.

This is too much of a coincidence, it's like it was all planned.

If it was truly arranged, then it means Freya understands him better than he imagined.

She knew his mental defense system, his weaknesses, and what kind of attack could help him verify something.

But this information certainly didn't come from her.

Regulus was certain that he had never said these things to anyone, nor had he ever shown them directly to anyone.

But if his information is obtained from a higher-dimensional perspective, such as through prophecy or foresight, then he has nothing to say and nothing to do.

At least not for now, so he has no choice but to accept it.

So you might as well keep watching.

Let's see what Freya does next, what else she'll show, and where this mission will ultimately lead him.

The situation is developing in his favor.

The moment when the five stars of the constellation Lithos illuminated the sky, an opportunity arose. The Splitting Spell was successfully tested in practice, and its effect was even better than expected.

Whatever her motives, at least for now, he has nothing to lose.

Regulus shook his head: "Freya."

Freya turned her head to look at him.

He asked, "Are you hungry?"

Freya's expression froze for a moment; she blinked, as if she hadn't quite grasped the situation.

She just stared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion, surprise, and a little bit of helplessness.

Regulus continued to look at her, a faint smile on his face.

After a few seconds, Freya nodded hesitantly.

......

Although Reef Town is not large, its supporting facilities are quite complete.

As an important stronghold for the Eisenhardt family in the North Sea, this place is home to dozens of employees and their families year-round.

Where there are people, there is demand; where there is demand, there is commerce.

A few shops are scattered along both sides of the stone-paved road in the center of the town.

There's a shop selling magical materials and potion ingredients, a shop selling everyday necessities, a shop selling flying broom parts and repair tools, and a small tavern that also serves food.

The sign features an octopus holding a wine glass, its tentacles wrapped around the rim of the glass, and the words "Der Krake" are written in German cursive script.

Regulus and Freya went into the tavern.

The door was made of heavy oak and creaked when it was pushed open.

The space inside is not large, with about ten wooden tables, half of which are empty.

The firewood burning in the fireplace flickered, dispelling the damp chill of the seaside.

Several oil paintings depicting the scenery of Beihai are hanging on the wall, their dark tones echoing the night outside.

The boss was a short, stout, middle-aged male wizard, bald, with a small mustache, and wearing an apron stained with oil.

When he saw Freya come in, he nodded to her, without asking any questions or looking at Regulus much.

Freya found a seat by the window and sat down, with Regulus sitting opposite her.

"What's there to eat?" Regulus asked.

"German food," Freya said.