Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Regulus knew, of course, that there was no such thing as a selfless act of giving, especially from that kind of person, and especially from someone like himself.

If the guess is true, what is the other party's purpose?

The conditions for Orion to light up at five o'clock are indeed demanding.

It requires a will to protect, a determination to stand firm for something, someone, or a belief. Even if the cost outweighs the reward, one must stand there and not retreat.

But Regulus was too rational.

Although he also has a sentimental side, it is his sentimentality towards magic. When faced with magic, he will indulge his intuition and let the magic flow freely.

But in other matters, he is entirely driven by reason.

For someone like him to light up Betelgeuse is especially difficult, but even so, he has no doubt that he can do it.

But before that, he really thought, what if he just couldn't turn it on?

Star trail meditation is his foundation, the basis of all his magical systems. If Betelgeuse doesn't light up, or if the Orion model is stuck at four and a half stars and cannot be perfected, his subsequent growth will be affected.

Perhaps that person saw this possibility.

I saw him lingering on a certain fork in the road, and I saw that he was unable to break through because he lacked something, so I chose to intervene.

Or perhaps he can light it, but he's doing it the wrong way.

Perhaps one day in the future, he will actually do it to protect someone or something, but the outcome of that development, neither the event itself nor himself, is what that person wants to see.

So he intervened, allowing him to light it up ahead of time, in the way he wanted.

Regulus thought about these things and suddenly smiled.

Regardless, the one thing he was certain of was that he would not give up.

Star trail meditation is his foundation, and he will continue down this path to the end.

If all else fails, there's always another way. If Orion doesn't work, try another constellation: Aquila, Cygnus, Draco, Libra. The sky is so vast, there's bound to be one that suits him.

Regulus opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

He can leave now.

After returning home, I explained the situation to Orion, recounting everything that had happened over the past ten days and sharing my speculations.

Even if it was just unfounded speculation, he believed his father would agree with his approach.

But if it really is that person, if it really is Grindelwald.

The other party had set up a stage for him, and he wanted to step onto it and take a look. He wanted to see what he, Regulus, looked like in those eyes that could see into the future.

This feeling is very strong.

It's not just about potentially illuminating Betelgeuse, although that's important; it would almost allow his entire magic system to leap forward.

Spatial magic will be more stable, control of Fiendfire will be more precise, the application of nature magic will be more in-depth, and mental willpower and physical strength will be improved simultaneously.

He longed to have a conversation with that person from a distance.

He even wanted to experience a glimpse of the power of time through this incident.

To predict the future, isn't it just about time?

Is there any magic more amazing than this?

It can intertwine the past and the future, make choices inevitable, and allow something that hasn't even happened yet to become a spectacle in the eyes of others.

Regulus cleared his mind, then thought of Freya's question again.

What could make everything he's learning now seem naive, clumsy, or even superficial?

He answered lightly at the time.

Regulus chuckled inwardly as he recalled Freya's expression upon hearing those words. Perhaps she thought that a twelve-year-old wizard saying such things was just showing off.

But that was his true thought.

Regulus has come this far, but he doesn't have much of a truly systematic approach to things.

With his understanding of natural magic, he has successfully navigated the entire path from observation and replication to creation.

He extracted and understood the decomposing magic of the mandrake, and then transformed it into a disintegration spell.

The path is now open; all that remains is to repeat the process to acquire more properties of magical plants.

He developed a spatial teleportation spell based on the folding principle of house-elves, and combined it with the spatial anchor points inherited from his family to achieve spell teleportation.

There are still many directions to explore in this system. Where is the limit of spatial folding? Can we fold even larger spaces? Can we fold everything within a space?

Star Track Meditation, his self-created fundamental method, uses the trajectory of stars to temper the spirit, body, and magic, allowing the three to grow simultaneously.

With the four and a half stars now stable, if the speculation is true, Betelgeuse will soon be lit up.

These three directions may seem to have few categories, but each can be expanded almost infinitely.

At the end of natural magic is when he understands and replicates the magical properties of all magical plants.

At the end of spatial magic is the control of space itself.

At the end of his star trail meditation, the entire starry sky unfolds in his spiritual world.

He firmly believes he is on the right path, he can see the direction this path leads, he takes every step firmly, and every achievement is verifiable.

These things are actually usable, they can fight, and they can help him survive.

But he certainly wouldn't be so arrogant as to believe that his own path is the most powerful.

Magic is never about who reaches the finish line first.

There is a larger world outside, with more ancient traditions and magical systems he has never seen or even imagined.

Before he started school, Orion had told him that there were worlds beyond worlds.

The British magical world is just a corner of Europe, Europe is just a corner of the earth, and the earth is just a speck of dust in the universe.

He had seen Dumbledore's magic before; that light could dispel the curse that the Plague Wand had accumulated over hundreds of years.

He accepted Voldemort's dark enlightenment; that highly condensed body of dark knowledge represented a completely different path.

He had experienced the spiritual corruption of the whispers of the abyss before; that kind of magic that attacked the very will to fight was unlike any other black magic he had ever seen.

He won't refuse these things.

If there were some kind of magic that could make him realize how naive, clumsy, or even superficial his current learning is, he would not deny his shortcomings.

Dumbledore also admitted that no one had gone further down the path of dark magic than Voldemort.

He doesn't want to take everything; that's impossible. He's just going his own way.

But he couldn't help being curious.

What kind of magic could make him feel this way?

Regulus lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, when suddenly an idea came to him.

Perhaps the thinking is wrong; what Rigel needs is to protect itself.

If this logic holds true, then what could help him illuminate Betelgeuse shouldn't be some specific magic; it should be something that could impact his self-perception.

This experience will help him understand more clearly what he needs to protect and how to protect it.

What could it be?

He guessed that it might be a magical system, something completely contrary to current mainstream understanding.

Regulus put the idea aside for the time being, unable to come up with a solution, but he would soon find out.

He thought of that person again, Grindelwald.

Prediction, or foresight, is truly an irrational ability.

Ordinary people live within time, moving forward second by second, standing in today, unaware of tomorrow.

Grindelwald is different; he stands in today and can see tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even further ahead.

This puts you on a different level than a normal wizard.

It's like an ant living in a two-dimensional plane, only able to move forward, backward, left, and right, unaware that there are people above it.

Humans live in three-dimensional space, can see ants, can take away the food in front of ants, and can change the ants' entire world.

To ants, human behavior is incomprehensible magic.

Adding time creates a four-dimensional perspective.

From that perspective, a person's life is a line; you may not be able to see the beginning, but you should be able to see where the end is.

The choice is simply to walk along that line; there are no surprises, no unexpected events, everything is predetermined.

If such a perspective truly exists, then Regulus, in Grindelwald's eyes, might simply be part of a line.

When you are born, what you encounter, and what choices you make are all predetermined.

Even so, Grindelwald still lost to Dumbledore.

This shows that prediction can be cracked, regardless of the method used.

Perhaps it's the emotional filter of Dumbledore, perhaps it's the guilt shackles of Ariana's death, perhaps it's the Elder Wand's rule of recognizing its master, or perhaps it's an excessive reliance on precognitive abilities.

But no matter what, Regulus is no good, at least not now.

He had no power to resist someone like Grindelwald.

Therefore, he could only passively accept the arrangements.

Even if he doesn't mind, even if he feels that the arrangement is indeed helpful to him, being arranged is still being arranged.

Just like Voldemort's release of dark revelations, it was all part of the plan.

However, Voldemort used poison, threats, and an undeniable force.

Grindelwald was more skillful; he used a stage, a test, and let him choose for himself.

But the essence is the same.

Regulus rolled over, the sound of the waves outside the window continuing.

He recalled the first time he met Freya, the indescribable look in her eyes when she looked at him, and the fleeting moment when that blue flame flashed by.

I recall the seriousness on her face when she asked that question, and the speechlessness she felt after hearing the answer.

None of this is a coincidence.

But he didn't dislike it; in fact, he was somewhat looking forward to it.

He wanted to know what the person who could see the future saw in him.

Regulus got up, walked to the window, opened it, and the sea breeze rushed in.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths.

As the star trails circulate in meditation, the fourth and a half stars of Orion illuminate the spiritual world, their cool and steady radiance sweeping across every corner.

My slightly agitated heart was calmed, and the magic that had been fluctuating slightly due to my emotions also quieted down.

Just wait and see.