Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Regulus looked up at Orion: "Father, there are some other things involved in this mission."

Orion raised an eyebrow slightly, leaned forward against the edge of the table, and gestured for him to continue.

Regulus began to speak.

The magical characteristics and ideas of the whispers of the abyss, what he discovered, the conclusions he deduced, and then Grindelwald's involvement.

That document had been in Grindelwald's possession for decades; he must have been inside it.

He gave the documents to the Eisenhardt family, to Freya, and asked her to bring him to Germany.

The appearance of the whispers of the abyss, the mentally corrosive magic, the trial—it was all preordained.

Then there is the slumbering abyss, that core of unknown origin, how it appeared in his consciousness, how it deconstructed his magic piece by piece, and how it revealed another path.

He gave his response, but didn't mention star trail meditation; he only spoke of the progress of his spiritual will and his unwavering belief in the path.

Based on the clues, it's speculated that Grindelwald might have seen something in him.

But that future might not be what Grindelwald wants to see, so he exerts influence at key junctures.

Orion listened, his expression gradually becoming more and more complex, the kind that's hard to describe.

He knew, of course, that his son was no ordinary person.

He knew it from the moment he could cast spells silently and without a staff, from the moment he could develop spatial warp, from the moment he could calmly deal with Voldemort's dark inspirations, and from the moment he could develop the Disintegration Charm.

But the meaning of the name Grindelwald is completely different from that of Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Dumbledore is the guide and protector, Voldemort is the threat and destroyer, while Grindelwald is the changer and the mark of the times.

The UMNO, the European war, the erosion of international secrecy laws, and countless wizards following its banner.

Although he failed, those who followed him did not die, those who were influenced by him are still alive, and the ideas he conveyed have not disappeared.

He was just locked up, but he's still alive.

Now, nearly thirty years after his disappearance, he has begun to exert influence on the outside world again, this time on Regulus.

Orion looked at his son in front of him.

He was only twelve years old, sitting opposite him with a calm expression, as if he were talking about what he had eaten that day.

But the amount of information contained in those words was enough to take an ordinary wizard half a day to digest.

One Dumbledore could be just a coincidence, but a headmaster having special attention to students makes sense.

Adding Voldemort to the mix also explains why it's not impossible that the Black family was dragged into their battle of wits.

But now even Grindelwald has been substituted.

Orion remained silent for a long time, then asked, "What do you think?"

Regulus thought for a moment.

There's not much to say about Voldemort and Dumbledore. One openly tried to win them over, while the other secretly undermined them. Their intentions were clear, and he had dealt with both sides. For the time being, it was best to maintain the status quo.

But Grindelwald, although he failed and the UMNO party seemed to disappear, they just quieted down, which did not mean they gave up.

Those ideas, those thoughts, those perceptions of magic, the world, and order, still remain in their hearts.

If one day Grindelwald issues a call to action, there will be no shortage of responders; they are simply waiting and lying in wait.

Regulus looked at Orion: "A triangle is the most stable."

Orion paused for a moment, then seemed to be deep in thought.

Regulus continued, "But that's just talk. I'm just playing a role now. I can't have an equal dialogue with these people, I can't make active choices, I can only passively accept it."

"It's simply a matter of how you bear it: whether you accept it willingly or resist it wholeheartedly but have to put on a show."

Orion looked at him without saying anything. The study remained quiet for a long time before he leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table.

No matter how much discussion there is, it's meaningless.

Regulus is right. He's in that role now, unable to have an equal dialogue, so he can only endure it. The only difference is how he endures it.

However, given the current situation, there is still time for development.

Given Regulus's current rate of progress, he experiences a significant improvement almost every so often.

This time he was referring to progress in mental and spiritual aspects, which might seem abstract to ordinary wizards.

But for truly skilled wizards, spiritual will represents far too much.

Magic control, spell enhancement, resistance to interference, soul stabilization, and endurance in long battles—no matter how profound or dark the magic, all of these are built upon the foundation of mental will.

Regulus was no longer an ordinary wizard; to compare him to an ordinary wizard was to bully him.

Grindelwald's attitude is unclear, but at least for now it is indeed in Regulus's favor, and in Regulus's favor, the Black family's favor.

Thinking of this, Orion didn't continue thinking. How could he possibly see through Grindelwald's arrangements?

Now only one thing is certain: Regulus has completely entered the sights of the most powerful people in the world.

Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald all had different attitudes toward him, but they all tried to win him over or make arrangements for him to varying degrees.

As Regulus said, the triangle is the most stable.

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As long as they are careful and not act rashly, the Black family may be able to navigate this situation.

Orion looked up at Regulus, whose son sat opposite him, his eyes downcast, seemingly lost in thought.

Regulus was indeed thinking.

The holiday is almost over. It's mid-August now, and school will start in about ten days.

All the things I planned to do during the holiday have been accomplished.

With the Disintegration Spell successfully developed, Betelgeuse was fully activated, the Guardian God evolved, and Fiendfyre gained further control.

It even exceeded expectations.

I don't plan to go out anymore; I'll just stay home and fully digest the progress I've made since the five o'clock light of Orion.

There's not much room for improvement in the Disintegration Spell; it was already a finished product when it was developed.

Both forms have been tested; all that needs to be done is to continue practicing and improving.

The guardian spirit has made significant progress, as evidenced by that recent traversal; this was an unexpected delight.

The guardian image of Betelgeuse perfectly echoes the guardian deity, and its complete illumination is fed back to the guardian deity, bringing about natural evolution.

The Starry Sky Kite is not merely a physical guardian deity; it is a legendary magical creature with the talent to traverse space.

Previously, this ability was only for it, but now it can be used with Regulus.

Like Dumbledore's phoenix, this can be a trump card when facing danger in the future.

The Fiery Blaze was also more docile. When it swirled around him, the flames were like obedient pets, not running wild or out of control.

But this is only when he is nearby. If he is far away, like last time when he released it dozens of meters away, it might still get out of control, but it shouldn't be as completely out of control as last time.

I need to find an opportunity to try.

Of course, you can't try it at home. It's best to find someone to help you and see how it goes.

The next focus should be on spatial magic.

He was not going to follow the path pointed out by that thing slumbering in the abyss; having refused, he could never turn back.

But the direction is there: to make space no longer an object to be manipulated, but a partner with whom we can coexist. This idea is worth trying.

There's also what Professor McGonagall's notes contain about direct deformable space itself. This is another path, one that doesn't conflict with that direction and can even be combined with it.

There's also the insight brought about by the Starry Sky Kite's journey: it doesn't tear space apart, it makes space make way, like an invitation.

In addition to his previous idea of ​​combining space and protection, he used space itself to construct a barrier.

These clues all point in the same direction, enough for him to study for a long time.

And if successful, or even with only some results, it will be a huge step forward.

Finally, there is the Dark Inspiration, Voldemort's Gift.

Regulus sank his consciousness deep into the containment chamber, peering through the observation window into his mental world.

The virtual persona has changed somewhat. The Regulus that was simulated before is now standing in the center of the room, his body emitting black mist.

It's causing destruction.

It wasn't that it wanted to rush out of the room; that wasn't in the underlying commands. It was just venting.

The fragments of knowledge it gained from the Dark Enlightenment during its first encounter were exhausted. Its research instincts and curiosity drove it to want more, but it couldn't get any, so it became irritable.

It wandered around the room, waving its hand to fling the black mist everywhere, occasionally stopping to curse at the air.

He couldn't hear the words clearly, but Regulus, judging from his vocabulary, imagined that the insults were quite harsh.

Regulus watched for a while and decided to leave it alone for two more days to see if there were any abnormalities. After all, it was Voldemort's stuff, so it was always better to be cautious.

However, given his current mental strength, can he withstand its erosion?

He suppressed the thought as soon as it popped into his head; even if he could withstand it, he wouldn't risk his main consciousness.

That stuff is an addictive psychoactive drug; once you get hooked, problems are likely to arise. Virtual personalities are consumables; they can be rebuilt if they break, but the main consciousness cannot.

Orion's voice pulled him from his reverie: "It's your decision."

Regulus looked up at his father.

Orion's expression and tone were calm: "Do whatever you want. You don't need to worry too much about things at home."

This was a simple statement, but the meaning was clear: he believed in Regulus.

And to be honest, Regulus can't offer much effective help to the attention he's garnering from Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald.

Those people were targeting Regulus himself, not the Black family.

But then he thought, so what? This is his son, his son is Blake.

The thought made Orion's lips twitch.

Regulus nodded, but seeing his father's expression, he decided to ask something else: "How's Sirius? Is he training well?"

Orion's lips, which had just curled into a smile, fell back down.

Logically speaking, Sirius Black has made significant progress and can be considered excellent compared to other young wizards of the same age.

But it was Regulus who asked that question.

One child can no longer be described as outstanding, while the other is still being compared to his peers. As a father, he is well aware of this gap.

Orion's face remained expressionless: "We still need to practice."