Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

No matter how well prepared one is, or how strong Regulus is now, no one can guarantee what it will feel like to face a wizard of that level.

They might be suppressed, they might be affected, and they might only realize something was wrong with them after they come back.

Grindelwald is not Dumbledore.

Regulus had direct contact with Dumbledore, heard his guidance, and experienced his methods. Although he didn't have a deep understanding of him, Regulus felt at ease when they were together.

Grindelwald's impressions were all secondhand: records in books, descriptions from other people, and old news in newspapers.

The image pieced together from that information is too blurry.

An incredibly powerful wizard? A loser? An old man imprisoned? A man who once stirred up all of Europe?

Neither of them is accurate.

Regulus wouldn't consider Grindelwald friendly just because the arrangement did benefit him.

On the contrary, at that level, people can no longer be judged by simple good and evil.

They are divided into only two categories: those that need it and those that don't.

If you're useful, you'll be assigned a role; if you're useless, you won't even be seen.

He has now been given a role, seen, and given resources.

This can only mean one thing: in Grindelwald's eyes, he belongs to the kind of person who is needed.

As for what he needs to do, what he needs to become, and when and where he needs to appear, he doesn't know.

But Freya could tell him, or rather, that she would be on his side.

Regulus looked at her seriously and nodded: "Understood."

The summer sun had already set near the horizon, and the sea reflected its last rays.

The two stood there for a while. Freya looked at him, opened her mouth, as if to say something.

In the end, he just shook his head and said, "Never mind, we'll talk about it next time."

Regulus didn't press the matter; he turned to face her.

She handed him something: a door key and a silver coin engraved with runes.

Regulus didn't answer; he felt an impulse stemming from his guardian spirit.

After the constellation Orion lit up at five o'clock, his understanding of guardianship deepened.

Protecting is not just about defense, not just about blocking, not just about standing in front.

Protecting can also be a gesture, an expression, and a way to reassure the person being protected.

His guardian spirit is a reflection of his inner self; whatever it desires, he desires too.

At that moment, the silver-white bird flapped its wings deep within his consciousness.

It wants to fly.

It wanted to take him flying.

It wanted him to leave in the way it preferred.

Regulus looked at Freya and smiled, a smile that was both smug and boastful.

He wanted to leave one last impression before he left, not only for her, but also for the person who might see it all.

Do you like this Dumbledore-inspired item?

A starry kite emerged from his chest, radiating silvery-white light, its wings unfurling and starlight scattering down.

It was brighter than before, every feather was clearly visible, and every ray of starlight seemed alive.

It circled Freya's head once, and starlight shone down, falling on her hair, shoulders, and braids.

Freya froze. She looked up at the circling bird, her eyes wide open. The starlight fell on her, as if draping her in a thin layer of light.

Her expressions changed very clearly and in great detail.

doubt.

Then it dawned on me.

Then it became unbelievable.

Of course she knew what it was: a guardian deity, a physical guardian deity.

She recognized the bird too; in fact, she recognized it the first time she saw it—the Starry Sky Kite, a magical creature that can travel through space.

She knew what this meant.

The bird before me is something that can rival the phoenix.

Dumbledore's Phoenix.

Her lips parted slightly as she looked at the bird, at the scattered starlight, and at the boy standing beside her.

After circling once, the starry kite flapped its wings, spreading them fully. The silvery-white light instantly brightened, as if something had been ignited.

It lunged at Regulus, merging with him, its light enveloping its entire body and enveloping him.

The light seemed alive, flowing and swirling, enveloping him in a silvery-white cocoon.

Then it disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

Only the starlight still lingered in the air, slowly falling onto Freya's hair, shoulders, and braids.

Freya stood still, motionless.

After a long while, she looked down at her hands, where a trace of starlight still lingered.

She looked up again at the spot where Regulus had been standing, but there was nothing there now.

She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. After a long while, she suddenly laughed out loud, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

She laughed for a while, then fell silent, staring in that direction, at the spot where Regulus had disappeared, gazing into the distance.

His expression was unreadable.

Regulus walked through a passageway.

The passageway unfolded by the starry kite is like a path opened in space, or as if the path was always there, but it was found by the kite.

The surrounding scenery was blurry, with occasional flashes of light, like stars or distant lights.

He flies with the starry sky kite, and wherever and whenever, Cola Novels is your most loyal reading companion. He perceives all of this simultaneously.

The way the Starry Sky Kite moves is completely different from Phantom Teleportation; its method is gentler, as if it is asking space to make way.

He felt it was somewhat like an invitation from that thing.

At number 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus sensed the location of the old house, but he also sensed something else.

A barrier, like a wall, encloses the entire old house.

The anti-Apparition spell, and some other things, sealed off the space, preventing Apparitions from entering.

But the Starry Sky Kite is different.

Regulus urged the Starry Sky Kite forward, and the moment the barrier touched it, he felt a resistance.

Like passing through thick water, like walking into dense fog, but it cannot stop the starry kite; it simply slows down and continues forward.

I put it on.

The next moment, Regulus found himself standing on solid ground in a study.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Orion's study, behind his desk, Orion is sitting there.

Before he could even speak, or even make eye contact, Orion's figure vanished without warning.

One moment they were sitting there, the next they were gone.

Regulus did not sense any spatial fluctuations, nor did he see any darkness.

At the same moment, something pressed against his lower back—it was a magic wand.

The tip of the wand was brimming with magic, highly concentrated, on the verge of activation, and the nature of that magic—

Cold, pure, and full of murderous intent.

The Killing Curse.

Regulus was genuinely surprised; the reaction speed was astounding.

From the moment he landed until the wand pressed against his lower back, there was almost no process in between, and how did his father manage to do that kind of teleportation?

A voice came from behind: "Regrus?"

Regulus didn't move: "Father, it's me."

The wand pressed harder against his lower back, then was withdrawn.

Orion stepped out from behind him, walked around to face him, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

It felt a bit like anger, a bit like relief, and a bit like not knowing what to do with him.

Regulus thought his father was a bit overreacting, but it was understandable.

Orion knew better than anyone how tight the old house's defensive magic was; in all these years, no one had ever been able to break in this way.

The person was already standing in the study before any warning was even triggered.

As the highest-ranking owner of the old house, Orion must have sensed the intrusion instantly and reacted immediately with a killing curse.

Decisive and fast.

Regulus knew he had acted rashly; he had intended to surprise his father, but instead, he might have given him a fright.

Orion stood opposite him, looking him up and down.

The complex expression from before slowly faded, leaving an expression of uncertainty about whether to be happy or not.

The way this kid suddenly appeared was terrifying, but what does it mean that he could break in like this?

This shows that his strength has improved again, and by a lot.

The anti-Apparition spell on the old house had been reinforced by the Black family over generations; the fact that he could pass through it meant that his spatial magic had reached a certain level...

Orion couldn't think of a suitable analogy, so he patted Regulus on the shoulder and waved his wand.

Regulus felt that the sense of rejection he had felt when he landed had disappeared. It was a strange feeling, like being stared at by something, like he might be attacked at any moment.

It's gone now.

Orion walked back to his desk and sat down, gesturing to the armchair opposite him: "Sit."

Regulus sat down opposite him.

Orion looked at him with anticipation in his eyes.

In less than a month, he went out to carry out a family mission, and when he came back, he was able to break through all the defensive spells of the old mansion. What exactly did this kid go through?

"How's the mission going?"

Regulus began to speak.

There was a battle on the first day, and I killed someone using the first form of the Disintegration Curse.

How did the masked man react? How did he cut off his left shoulder? How did it regenerate?

And then there's the opponent's magic, that close-quarters combat style, where they imbue their fists with magic to attack.

More than ten days later, he went to one of the enemy's strongholds, used the second form of the Disintegration Curse to kill two people, and burned three people to death with Fiendfire.

How did that island burn down? Two people escaped, and the rest were all gone.

Orion listened without interrupting, but his expression gradually became confused.

That's it?

He naturally didn't react much to his son killing several people. Last year in Knockout Lane, he had already confirmed Regulus's attitude towards killing, and this was just a verification.

Judging from the description, that Disintegration Spell is indeed powerful, especially its second form, which is invisible and has a wide-area attack. The wizard who can develop such a spell is truly something to be proud of.

Li Huo's performance was only mediocre; after all, an out-of-control Li Huo is nothing special.

However, this does not explain the behavior just now.

After Regulus finished explaining the mission, he lowered his head and thought for a moment. There were some things he needed to discuss with his father, particularly regarding Grindelwald.

He was a wizard on another level, on par with Dumbledore and Voldemort, and in the eyes of some, his influence even surpassed that of the latter two.

If this matter only involved himself, he could handle it himself, but since it involved Grindelwald, it meant that it could affect the entire Black family.

The father must know.

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