Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Dumbledore explains the idea behind Transfiguration, while Regulus adds the physical considerations.

One is the height of magic, the other is the perspective of non-magic; the collision of these two directions actually manages to merge together.

Dumbledore became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and Regulus listened with increasing fascination, and they lost track of how much time had passed.

Dumbledore stopped and looked at the sky, but he couldn't see anything. The fog was too thick, and all he could see was a white expanse overhead.

He clicked his tongue, somewhat regretfully: "There's not enough time."

He looked at Regulus with admiration in his eyes; he had gleaned a lot from Regulus's words.

Regulus was unlike any other young wizard he had ever met.

Those with high talent are often arrogant. Arrogance itself is not a problem, but arrogance can easily lead to isolation.

They feel they are already at a high level and disdain looking down or at things inferior to themselves.

Those from well-off families are often stubborn; the ideas they are instilled with from childhood become their only perspective on the world.

Everything outside of magic is Muggle, and everything Muggle is vulgar and not worth looking at.

But Regulus is not like that.

He can use magic, and he can also transcend magic. Those Muggle ways of thinking, those things outside of magic, are not inferior in his hands, they are just different.

If it's useful, then use it; if it works well, then continue using it.

He didn't know how Regulus developed such a way of thinking; it was clearly not in line with the Black family's education, and such things were not in the Hogwarts education system.

But this attitude reassured Dumbledore.

A person who is not confined by their own talents will not be confined by magic itself; a person who is not bound by traditional ideas will not be bound by anyone.

He knows who he is, what he wants, and how to get what he needs. Such a person will not go astray.

It's also likable.

Dumbledore has lived so long and has seen so many people.

Most people live in their own world, rarely looking up or even further out.

Regulus is the kind of person who not only looks up and outwards, but also makes what he sees a part of himself.

Talking to someone like that is effortless, and giving them something ensures it won't be wasted.

Watching him walk forward makes you wonder how far he can go.

Dumbledore's eyes showed satisfaction as he extended his arm: "Well then, Regulus, it's about time; we should go."

Regulus was still immersed in what Dumbledore had just said; it had opened a door for him.

By combining and transforming, and by incorporating animal characteristics, the body itself adapts to flight.

This is not just a simple improvement; it's thinking from a different perspective.

If this can be achieved, his aircraft will not just be an aircraft; it will become an extension of his body.

He snapped out of his reverie, put those thoughts aside, and then stretched out his arm, making the same gesture as Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at him, his expression becoming amused, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the smile in his eyes deepening.

Regulus didn't speak. His chest began to glow, and a silvery-white light surged from his body, growing brighter and more concentrated.

The rays of light gathered and took shape in front of him.

Starry Sky Kite.

Its silvery-white wings were fully spread, every feather clearly visible, with starlight flowing along the edges.

It perched on Regulus's shoulder, tilted its head to look at Dumbledore, and then let out a clear, cheerful, affectionate, and slightly curious cry.

It called out to Dumbledore, as if to greet him.

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the silvery-white bird, something gleaming in them.

The Starry Sky Kite perched on Regulus's shoulder for a moment, then flapped its wings and flew up, circling once above Dumbledore's head.

The starlight fell down, landing on Dumbledore's moon-white robes, as if draping the old man in a thin layer of light.

Dumbledore looked at the scattered starlight, and then he understood what Regulus meant.

Even if a guardian deity of this caliber and with this level of application possesses a vast amount of dark magic and has delved deeply into its depths, it proves nothing in the face of this pure light.

Dumbledore looked at Regulus, his gaze softening.

This child must have experienced something wonderful during the holidays to make the guardian spirit shine so brightly.

He couldn't help but smile.

He deliberately restrained his magic, and any resistance could cause the guardian deity's journey to fail. He made the magic completely still, like a calm lake.

Regulus sensed this, and gave Dumbledore a satisfied yet smug look.

Dumbledore caught it with a smile.

After circling once, the Starry Sky Kite flew back to Regulus's head. It paused in the air for a moment, then swooped down and crashed straight into Regulus.

The moment they collided, a burst of silvery-white light erupted, enveloping Regulus entirely.

Then the light contracted and disappeared, along with Regulus.

Dumbledore stood there, looking down at his robes, which still bore traces of starlight.

He stretched out his finger and touched it gently; the starlight flickered on his fingertip for a moment, then disappeared.

Dumbledore smiled and then disappeared.

......

The weather in Provence today is unbelievably good.

The sky looked as if it had been washed clean, a bright, clear blue that made you want to keep looking up.

There were very few clouds; the few that occasionally drifted by were thin, lazy, and slowly moved eastward.

Sunlight poured down from above, bathing the entire valley in a warm golden glow.

The lavender has been harvested, and the endless expanse of purple is gone.

But along the ridges and in the cracks of the rocks, gray-green branches and leaves still remain, and when the wind blows, you can still smell a faint fragrance.

In the distance are the Luberon Mountains, their reddish-brown rocks gleaming warmly in the sunlight, layer upon layer like the rings of the earth.

The mountains are not high, but their lines are gentle and they rise and fall, connecting the sky and the earth.

Occasionally, an eagle will swoop down the ridge, its wings spread, drawing a black silhouette against the blue sky.

At the foot of the mountain, a stone house stands quietly, its exterior walls covered with wisteria.

There are no flowers this season, only vines and leaves, densely covering the stone wall, their varying shades of green shining brightly in the sunlight.

When the wind blows, the leaves rustle as if they are whispering secrets.

The courtyard was small, surrounded by a low stone wall, the top of which was covered with moss.

A few olive trees were planted in the corner of the wall, their trunks crooked and their branches outstretched, casting sparse shadows on the ground.

The whole scene is lazy, relaxed, and free, as if time slows down here.

A silvery-white light suddenly appeared and then disappeared, and Regulus and Dumbledore appeared in a clearing at the foot of the mountain.

Dumbledore looked up at the sky, then at the distant mountains, and took a deep breath: "A wonderful feeling."

He looked at Regulus and said with a smile, "Starry Sky Kite, how amazing."

Regulus nodded in agreement, then asked, "Professor, what does it feel like for a phoenix to move?"

Dumbledore blinked. "You want to know?"

Regulus nodded; of course he wanted to, after all, it was a phoenix.

Dumbledore laughed even harder: "Then you'll have to ask Fawkes yourself. He likes you a lot and probably misses his friends."

Regulus paused for a moment.

He recalled what Dumbledore had said in the principal's office last semester: the phoenix can see souls and it is close to pure and warm hearts.

Regulus's heart stirred slightly. If the phoenix could see souls, what did it see in him?

How will he be different now compared to last time?

He made up his mind to go back and get to know Fox better.

Dumbledore looked at him thoughtfully and smiled without saying a word.

The two looked into the distance together.

Over at the stone house, people are busy at work.

Several figures went in and out, carrying something.

White gauze curtains were tied to the low stone wall in the courtyard, fluttering slightly in the wind.

Someone is arranging flowers, white and pink, piled up on the ground.

Wedding preparations are underway.

Dumbledore looked over there, his gaze softening. He knew why Regulus had come to France.

Andromeda Black's wedding.

Of the three Black sisters in this generation, Bellatrix will marry Lestrange, and Narcissa will marry Malfoy.

They are all core members of pure-blood families, and their choices align with the family's expectations.

Only Andromeda chose a different path, becoming a Muggle-born wizard.

In the eyes of the Blake family, this was betrayal, defilement, and an unforgivable sin.

According to the Black family tradition, she should have been removed from the family by now, burned off the famous tapestry, and erased from the family's memory, as if she had never existed.

But Regulus still came.

The child stood in the sunlight, his profile serene, his gaze fixed on the wedding venue in the distance.

His face was expressionless, but there was something in his eyes that showed he was truly watching.

He came to attend his cousin's wedding, even though his family didn't recognize her, even though his presence might be discovered by his family and he might be reprimanded.

But he still came.

Dumbledore looked at Regulus's profile and felt a mix of emotions—gratification, emotion, and something else entirely.

Regulus knew Dumbledore was watching him, but that didn't stop him from thinking about his own things.

What was shown to Dumbledore today was all good.

The advanced application of the Guardian God, needless to say, with its pure warmth and the ability to transport people through space, is enough to prove that there is light in his heart.

Even if Dumbledore had any more doubts, seeing this should put him to rest.

Now he sees himself attending Andromeda's wedding, and sees how much he values ​​family.

He came for his cousin, even though his family didn't acknowledge her.

This is probably what Dumbledore would like to see, but Regulus knows there's an information gap here.

Dumbledore was unaware of his true situation at the Black family's house.

In the old man's view, he might be taking a risk, going against the family's wishes, and doing what he believed was right under pressure.

But in reality, he can come whenever he wants; there's absolutely no need to worry.

Andromeda's address was given to him by Orion in a letter, and the news of the marriage was also told to him by Orion.

That's not just tacit approval; it's giving him the choice and letting him decide for himself.

Regulus knew his father wouldn't use those old rules to constrain him; his father would simply tell him what was going on and let him choose what to do.

So what might be a heartwarming scene in Dumbledore's eyes is just a convenient thing for Regulus.

Regulus's lips curled up slightly. Good, that's exactly the effect he wanted.

He knew all too well what Dumbledore wanted to see.

This old man always talks about love and always likes positive, uplifting, and beautiful things.

He values ​​people's inner world, their choices, and everything that makes people feel there is still hope in the world.

Regulus sometimes thought that Dumbledore couldn't possibly be unaware of the complexity of human nature.

People are complex.

A person can have a heart so dark that there is no light at all, yet do only good deeds, for the sake of profit, reputation, or some other scheming.

A person can be incredibly soft-hearted, yet do nothing but bad things, because of weakness, fear, or being driven to desperation.

But most people are in the middle, with both light and darkness in their hearts, doing both right and wrong, and experiencing a little better today and a little worse tomorrow.

Dumbledore has lived for so many years, how could he not understand these things, but he still values ​​them.

Value the light, value love, value the choice itself.

Regulus thought that the old man had probably long since passed the stage where he needed to distinguish between good and evil.

He knows that people are complex and that everyone has multiple facets, but he still chooses to look at the good aspects.

Perhaps in Dumbledore's eyes, as long as a wizard has light, love, and family affection in his heart, then he is good.

Then you can be accepted, nurtured, and trusted.

Conversely, it could be bad, and something to be wary of.

Just like Tom Riddle.

But that's perfect. Dumbledore likes to see these things, so let him see them. After all, they're not fake.

The starry kite was real, its light was real, and the feeling of freedom, warmth, and purity was real.

It's true that he came to Andromeda's wedding, not for any other reason than the kindness she had shown him years ago.

As for what kind of person he really is—

He has killed people, he is skilled with Fiendfire, and his Disintegration Spell, a magic developed purely for killing, may have already gone beyond the scope of dark magic.

But the guardian angel is real, and the concern for family is real.

He has light in his heart, therefore he is a good person.

He snapped out of his thoughts.

In the distance, the wedding ceremony was still in full swing.

Someone tied a large bouquet of white flowers to the gate, while others adjusted the position of the gauze curtains; the sunlight cast long shadows of those busy people.

Regulus looked over there, no longer thinking about those irrelevant things.

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