Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

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On the last Wednesday of October, the weather in the Scottish Highlands was as gloomy as ever, with low-hanging clouds.

In the morning, in the History of Magic classroom, Regulus sat by the window, which was covered with a layer of fog, obscuring his view outside.

Professor Binns continued narrating the War of the Giants, while the young wizards grew drowsy, and Regulus's thoughts had already wandered elsewhere.

He knew that exerting influence on the outside world was the key to illuminating Betelgeuse.

But at Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's watchful eye, his direct influence was limited.

The group of young wizards is the most direct target. It is not the optimal solution, but it is the most feasible path at present.

However, as a Slytherin, especially in this era, they are naturally separated from the other houses by a thick barrier.

His influence was confined to Slytherin; what spread to the outside world was his reputation, and even that was mixed.

In fact, it has more bad reputation.

What he did in his first year, regardless of his purpose or how Slytherin might approve of it, was not considered respectable by the other houses.

In other houses, he would probably be a ruthless, arrogant, and domineering pure-blooded young master, a future Death Eater on Voldemort's side.

Even if you gain enough influence within the junior wizarding community, it will be difficult to spread it, since Hogwarts is just a school, and everyone there is a junior wizard.

These alone are far from enough for him to exert influence abroad.

But that's not necessarily true.

He can't cause trouble inside Hogwarts, but he can cause trouble at Hogwarts.

If that idea actually came true, and then he actually blew up Hogwarts, would that have enough impact?

Not to mention perfectly illuminating Betelgeuse, the name Regulus Atallos Black is known wherever there are wizards in the world.

The surname Black will become an unavoidable point in the history of magic worldwide.

When the time comes, "A Contemporary History of Magic" will probably dedicate a chapter to him; he's already thought of a title for posterity—

The Destruction of Hogwarts: The Crimes of Black

The main text will probably be written like this:

In [Month] 197X, Hogwarts student Regulus Black, while attempting to verify a certain alchemical theory, caused the entire castle to be reduced to ashes in an instant due to improper operation.

Fortunately, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore intervened in time, and only a few of the young wizards at Hogwarts escaped unharmed.

According to surviving eyewitnesses, Blake was standing in the middle of the rubble when the explosion occurred, holding a wand and looking confused.

When asked about it, he simply said, "I just wanted to give it a try."

Following this incident, the reconstruction of Hogwarts took seven years and cost a fortune, with the Black family paying for everything.

Some commentators believe this was the most expensive experiment in the history of magic.

Some commentators believe this is the first time the magical world has witnessed the power of theoretical physics.

In any case, Regulus Black's name was etched into the history of magic from that moment on.

Regulus's lips twitched.

Regardless of whether it can be achieved, Hogwarts' significance to the British magical community goes beyond its centuries-old history and status as the alma mater of countless wizards; it almost represents British magic itself.

If you blow it up, not only will Dumbledore come after him, but Voldemort might also temporarily put aside his conflict with Dumbledore and the two of them come after him together.

After all, Hogwarts was Voldemort's home, the first place to accept him, and the only place he truly respected.

Regulus snapped out of his thoughts.

Hogwarts is fine; there's no need to blow it up. Even if it could be blown up, it shouldn't be.

But you can fry other things.

In the afternoon, when Regulus pushed open the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor of the castle, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.

Slytherins sat on the left, Gryffindors on the right, separated by an aisle.

Professor Ezra Vance stood behind the podium. He was in his forties, tall and thin, with his hair neatly combed and his eyes sharp.

The young wizards looked at him with eyes full of light, excitement, and restlessness.

After nearly two months of theoretical and basic learning, Professor Vance announced in the last class that this class would consist of practical combat exercises.

Professor Vance stood on the podium, his gaze sweeping over the entire class: "Quiet."

The classroom fell silent.

Professor Vance didn't waste any words. He simply waved his hand, and the desks and chairs automatically moved aside, leaving an open space in the middle of the classroom.

"Form your own teams, two people per team, and use the spells you've learned."

His gaze lingered on a few students for a moment: "Begin."

The classroom immediately became lively.

The young wizards began looking for people to team up with. Some took the initiative to invite others, some were chosen, and some stood still waiting for someone to come to them.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were clearly separated, and no one crossed that passageway.

Regulus remained seated, and so did Hermes.

There was a consensus among the people around that no one wanted to fight Regulus.

As for Hermes, everyone knows his abilities, and no one wants to cause him any trouble.

Lena and Samuel stood in the corner, looking at each other. They knew no one would come looking for them.

No matter what class it is, the two of them are always partners.

Regulus glanced at it: "Avery."

Avery turned his head.

Regulus nodded his chin toward Samuel: "You're paired with Vance."

Avery paused for a moment, glancing at Samuel before looking back at Regulus.

Regulus did not speak again.

Avery understood what Regulus meant; last time Vance and Costa ran errands for Regulus to find the professor, and now this was a way of giving back.

He was naturally aware of the situation of those two mixed-race individuals.

Even without Regulus saying a word, just the fact that he has the Cuthbert surname and shows even a little acceptance would be enough to make things much easier for them in Slytherin.

Moreover, Avery thought that if it weren't for those two half-bloods, Regulus would have had to go to find the professor himself.

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There are some things that Regulus himself won't do, so they have to do them.

Avery actually looked down on people who weren't pure-blooded; he thought they were dirty.

But after speaking in the common room last time, his thoughts changed.

He stood in front of the crowd, imitating his father, standing and speaking as he did, and everyone listened.

Although he knew that the older students were willing to listen to him because of Regulus.

But I have to say, that feeling was really good.

Now that Regulus has paired him with Vance, he subconsciously adopts his father's perspective.

What would a father think if he encountered this situation?

They probably first consider the pros and cons, and what benefits this would bring to the group.

This is the important matter.

He glanced at Vance.

That kid is half-blood, he looks down on him, but his father works at the Ministry of Magic, so at home, doesn't he also talk to people who are not as good as the Cuthbert family?

My father didn't like those people either, but he still talked to them when necessary and used them when appropriate.

When adults do things, they can't just look at whether they like it or not; they have to consider the pros and cons.

Thinking of this, he walked over to Samuel and adopted a composed demeanor: "Vance, you come with me."

Samuel looked up and paused for a moment.

He opened his mouth, a flash of excitement crossing his face, and the corners of his mouth turned up, but he quickly suppressed it, pursing his lips.

He finally nodded, his voice a little tense: "Yes, Mr. Cuthbert."

Lina glanced at him quickly from the side, then looked away.

Avery waved his hand, walked to the center of the open space, and turned to face him.

Alex glanced at Regulus, then walked up to Lina: "Lina, we're in the same group."

Lina paused for a moment, then smiled with delight: "Okay, Alex."

She didn't have Samuel's standard reaction; she just laughed.

Regulus observed all of this but said nothing.

Everyone has multiple faces, whether in public or in private.

Only he and Hermes remained in the classroom. They stood up at the same time, walked to one side of the open space, and stood facing each other.

Professor Vance stood beside the podium, watching the students form teams. His gaze lingered on Regulus for a moment before shifting away.

Black, a second-year student, has been at Hogwarts for almost two months now, and he always manages to get his ears to what people are saying.

Other professors have mentioned it, and students have also mentioned it.

They say he can beat fifth-graders in his first year, that he has an unusual status in Slytherin, that he is good at thinking, and that he is different from ordinary young wizards.

But in his class, Blake's performance could only be described as excellent.

The homework was flawless, the spells were cast perfectly, everything that was required was known, and everything that was required to be completed was completed.

But that's about it; there's nothing more eye-catching.

Professor Vance had heard those rumors but didn't take them seriously; rumors are inherently prone to exaggeration.

This practical lesson is perfect for seeing just how good Blake really is.

He tapped on the podium: "Begin."

Incantations immediately filled the classroom.

The young wizards were having a lively fight, spells flying back and forth. Some were dodging, some were chasing, and some were grimacing and clutching the spot where they were hit.

On Avery's side, Avery was in control, casting spells one after another, while Samuel was mostly on the defensive, occasionally launching a counterattack.

Avery played casually, even glancing to the side occasionally.

On Alex and Lina's side, Alex was guiding Lina on how to cast spells, how to dodge, and how to find opportunities.

Lina learns very quickly.

Avery looked away and continued dealing with Samuel.

Regulus and Hermes stood facing each other, exchanging a glance.

I've practiced it countless times in private, and I can use any kind of magic, but I can't do that in class.

The two raised their wands at the same time.

Hermes strikes first: "Faints and collapses!"

A red light shot out from the tip of the staff, heading straight for Regulus's chest.

Regulus flicked his wand, deflecting the spell. The red light shifted, striking the wall and leaving a faint mark.

Regulus chanted the incantation earnestly: "Dispel your weapon!"

Hermes dodged to the side, simultaneously casting a Barrier Spell in return.

Regulus didn't even brace himself with the Ironclad Spell; he merely leaned back slightly, and the spell grazed past his shoulder.

The two of them just stood there, cursing each other, neither of them moving an inch.

The incantation was precise, the power was well controlled, and each strike hit the opponent's weak point in their defense, yet the opponent remained motionless.

Meanwhile, Avery and Alex's two groups had already fought their way to the other end of the classroom.

Avery hid behind the table, sticking out his wand to cast spells, while Samuel hid behind a pillar, occasionally retaliating.

Alex and Lena were in the corner. Lena had just learned how to use a chair as cover, and Alex was showing her how.

"Lina, don't stand too straight, bend over, yes, that's it."

Lina did as instructed, and as the spell flew past, she suddenly poked her head out: "Obstacles everywhere!"

Regulus glanced over there out of the corner of his eye.

pretty good.

He and Hermes remained standing in the same spot, taking turns eating.

Professor Vance watched from beside the podium, his expression growing increasingly subtle.

These two guys are just going through the motions, standing still and not even moving their feet.

Even so, their spells were far superior to those of the other young wizards.

Speed, force, and precision are on completely different levels.

Hermes' spells were significantly faster and more accurate than those around him.

Regulus was even faster, each spell perfectly deflected or evaded with minimal movement, as if he knew in advance where the spells would go.

The spells of the other groups of young wizards were still floating in the air, while this group had already finished two rounds.

Professor Vance shook his head and said nothing.

This kind of perfunctory attitude is even more speechless than being serious.