Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

The boat set off, moving at an extremely high speed, much faster than an ordinary sailboat.

Driven by magic, the ship cleaved through the waves, leaving a white wake at its stern that stretched straight northward.

The two stood at the bow of the boat, the sea breeze hitting them more fiercely than on the shore, making their clothes flutter loudly.

Sunlight spills onto the sea, shattering into countless golden specks that shimmer and ripple with the waves.

All around was an endless expanse of blue; the sky was blue, the sea was blue, and only the occasional seabird flying by in the distance broke the purity of this scene.

The boat was extremely stable, with almost no turbulence, as if gliding on ice.

Regulus stood on the ship's side, his hand resting on the railing, looking ahead.

Freya stood beside him without saying a word, but stayed there the whole time.

Regulus could feel her occasional glances at him, as if she were thinking about something, but he pretended not to notice.

time flies.

We set off in the early morning, and now the sun is high in the sky. The boat is moving very fast, and we estimate that we have already traveled more than half the distance.

The color of the seawater is deepening, from light blue to dark blue, and then to almost inky blue. Occasionally, you can see fish leaping out of the water in the distance, their silvery-white figures flashing by.

This sea area is far from the usual shipping routes, with no islands or ships around, only the boundless sea.

The weather was great, with excellent visibility; you could see very far.

He turned his head to look at Freya: "Freya, will there be a battle?"

Freya turned her head to look at him: "There will be."

For some reason, she adopted that coaxing tone, almost like she was speaking to a child, and asked, "Are you scared?"

But her face was expressionless, cold and calm, as if she were asking what to eat today.

Regulus has been speechless a lot lately, all because of her.

He couldn't be bothered to answer that stupid question.

"That spell that day," he said to himself, "the Disintegration Spell actually has two forms."

Freya's eyes flickered slightly.

"You've seen the first one, the gray-green ray, a single-point attack with concentrated power," Regulus said. "You haven't seen the second one yet."

He looked at her: "The second type has no color, no sound, and is an area attack. The propagation medium is infrasound, which is inaudible to the human ear. It spreads out and all targets within the coverage area will be attacked."

Freya looked at him, her eyes first filled with confusion. Why did he suddenly bring this up?

Then she realized what was happening and launched an area-of-effect attack, indiscriminately targeting both friend and foe.

If he uses his second form during the battle, she will also be within his attack range; Regulus is giving her advance notice.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him with a hint of curiosity or something else in her eyes.

But she was thinking about something else entirely.

That level of magic, that kind of effect, if it can completely blind and deafen people, making it only detectable and judgeable through experience or magical perception—

That was, to put it bluntly, incredibly insidious.

Magic reflects the person, especially for wizards who develop their own magic; the magic they create will always carry some of the developer's own characteristics.

It seems that Regulus is not entirely as he appears on the surface; there is something else hidden beneath that calm face.

Her gaze toward him became thoughtful.

Regulus was puzzled by her gaze, feeling that she was thinking something unpleasant.

He was too lazy to think about it.

He had a strange trust in Freya, but it wasn't blind; it was a judgment based on their time together.

Her words, her actions, and even her personality all gave him the feeling that she was someone he could entrust something to.

Grindelwald really knows how to arrange things.

Regulus sighed to himself.

He continued, "The defense method is actually quite simple. The Ironclad Charm can weaken it, and the Bubble Head Charm can completely isolate it, but you need to cover your entire body."

Actually, once it's said, it's said; it's no big deal.

If someone is lucky enough to survive one such experience, they can probably figure it out after some thought.

However, the characteristic of this magic is that it kills on first sight. Others are unaware of this invisible and inaudible deadly magic and will not be able to defend against it.

By the time they found out, it was too late.

He looked at Freya: "If there's a battle later, I'll tell you before I cast the spell so you can prepare accordingly."

Freya nodded, putting some effort into it, appearing serious.

Then she said, "I'll tell you when I cast the spell."

Regulus nodded, waiting for her to continue, but after a long while, nothing more came of it.

You only told me you can cast spells, but why didn't you tell me what the spells were? How do I defend myself?

Blue flame?

How can he defend against it?

Regulus looked at her thoughtfully.

Freya felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so she looked away and looked ahead.

A small dot appeared on the distant sea.

Regulus followed her gaze.

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The small dot gradually grew larger, and its outline became clearer; it was an island.

The island, made of black reefs, is barren, except for a cluster of low, gray buildings in the center that blend almost seamlessly with the rocks.

The destination has arrived.

With the ship on the sea, they could see the island, and the people on the island could naturally see them as well.

The distance is rapidly decreasing: 500 meters, 300 meters, 100 meters.

Regulus recognized the newcomers: a group of seven, all dressed in dark gray robes and wearing bone masks with twisted runes engraved on them.

The one flying at the very front—Regulus recognized him; he was one of the two masked men who had fought Freya that night, the one who was in the lead.

After his companion was killed by the Disintegration Curse, he and another masked man worked together to chant the long incantation, unleashing mental erosion before retreating.

Regulus wasn't surprised to see them meet again today.

The seven people stopped thirty meters in front of the boat, lined up in a row, hovering in the air, with the ends of their brooms tilted slightly downwards to stabilize themselves.

The boat also stopped.

Regulus did not rush to make a move.

This was a matter between the Whispers of the Abyss and the Eisenhardt family, although he vaguely felt that it was mainly his business, but he had to play his part completely.

He's currently an outside helper hired by the Eisenhardt family, working as a henchman, and Freya is in charge of the negotiations.

If there is any negotiation.

Magic began to stir within him. The wand slid into his palm, hanging down without being raised, but the tip of the wand was already glowing faintly, indicating that it was in a ready state and could be activated at any time.

He looked at Freya, but Freya didn't rush to attack.

Of the seven people opposite, the leader flew forward alone, while the other six remained in place.

The distance between them was far enough, and their formation was loose, not like they were about to encircle them.

Regulus's heart skipped a beat; this was not a battle formation.

The masked man at the head flew to the front of the ship, only five meters away from Regulus and Freya, a very close distance for a wizard.

He stopped there, the broom bobbing slightly up and down, steadying itself.

"The Eisenhardt family..."

His voice still had that strange quality, with an echo, as if it came from a very deep place.

"Are you really not going to hand over that maritime document?"

Freya stood at the bow of the ship, her wand not raised, but hanging at her side.

Her voice was icy: "There has never been a precedent for the Eisenhart family's property being forced to be handed over."

She spoke with an air of unapproachability, even a touch of authority, a pride in the Eisenhardt name and pure self-confidence.

Regulus glanced at her sideways.

"Precedents can always be broken." The masked man's voice was devoid of emotion.

"We are willing to share the results. The coordinates recorded in that document point to a lost site deep in the North Sea. If the legend is true, what is hidden inside is enough to change many things."

"No need," Freya said decisively.

"You've kept it for decades," the masked man said, "but never used it, just kept as a collection, without realizing its value. Don't you think that's a pity?"

Freya did not answer.

The masked man continued, "We only need to take one look, confirm the coordinates, and open the ruins. The contents inside can be divided equally."

The Eisenhardt family suffered no loss; on the contrary, they gained a previously dormant fortune.

"unnecessary."

The same answer.

The masked man was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why?"

Freya did not speak again.

She simply stood there, staring directly at the other person, her face expressionless. That posture said it all; there was no room for discussion.

The atmosphere in the room became stagnant.

Regulus listened to their conversation, his mind racing.

Could that document also relate to the opening of the ruins?

He originally thought it was just an ancient maritime document, possibly recording some lost routes or hidden magical treasures.

Now it seems that it's more than that.

The masked man said it recorded coordinates, but those were clearly not ordinary coordinates.

The North Sea is so vast that even a Muggle fleet would get lost there; their nautical charts only cover the edges, leaving the deeper areas blank.

Wizards are different.

Wizards have flying brooms, apparition, and door keys.

High mobility and various tracking magic allow wizards to find specific locations on the vast ocean, as long as those locations can be marked in some way.

But the Whispers of the Abyss still needed that document, and only needed a glance at it.

Regulus guessed that it might be some kind of magic similar to the Fidelity Spell.

The information is hidden so that only those who are allowed to know it can find it; otherwise, even if it is right under your nose, you will not be able to see or touch it.

Regulus snapped out of his thoughts; the negotiations had clearly broken down. Just as he was about to make his move, the masked man turned to him.

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