Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the Requirement room, Avery and Alex were competing with each other.

They played all day, but came on their own in the evening.

Regulus stepped out of his private cabin, glanced around, and felt satisfied.

As for playing during the day, let them play; it's the age when they love to play.

Compared to the Hufflepuff gang, who often stay out until midnight on weekends, these guys are relatively self-disciplined.

Hermes was in a pile of dummies on the other side of the training ground. He didn't use his wand; he moved between the dummies using only his body.

The dummy's spells came from all directions, and he dodged them one by one by turning to the side, crouching, and sliding.

Some, unable to dodge, would brace themselves with their arms, grunt as they were sent flying, then get up and continue moving.

He had been training all day. In the morning, he practiced magic, and when his magic power was exhausted, he would go into a pile of dummies to practice dodging. It was purely physical and mental training.

Once his magic power recovered somewhat, he went back to practicing magic.

This alone makes him far superior to other junior wizards.

Even the most ambitious young wizards will stop practicing when they run out of magic, either sitting and waiting to recover, or simply going back home.

But Hermes didn't do that; he's now even using the time after his magic is depleted.

Train your body, train your reaction time, train your dodging skills, train your running.

This wasn't something Regulus suggested; he came up with it himself.

But the inspiration may have come from Regulus.

He remembered very clearly the scene of those five spells being fired simultaneously last time.

Moreover, the Ironclad Spell couldn't stop Regulus's spells; he remembered them even more clearly.

He couldn't defend against any obstacle spells Regulus casually cast; they broke through as soon as he hit them.

Since we can't stop it, we should try to avoid it. Whether we can avoid it or not is another matter, but we should at least try.

Regulus didn't stop him. Training is a good thing, but whether it's useful or not, we'll only know when it comes to physical combat.

Anyway, Regulus felt it was necessary.

Even Muggles know to train their physical abilities, so why don't wizards?

Just because wizards can use magic?

What to do when magic is gone?

What to do if you lose your wand?

Can you also cast spells without a staff?

He looked away and went back to sit down in the hut.

He wasn't here during the day; he spent the entire afternoon in the library, thoroughly understanding the principles of sound spells.

The principle of convergence can be applied to the glow spell. Magic acts like two walls, pushing the light waves from both sides toward the middle. The tighter the push, the narrower the beam.

Now we can zoom in to the thickness of a finger and only take a coin-sized shot on the target.

Regulus sat cross-legged, a ball of light appearing in front of him, the Glowing Charm.

The light danced in the small room, its brightness not steady, but rather a high-frequency, rhythmic flash.

The color change is not obvious; it occasionally shifts from silvery-white to pale gold, but quickly returns to its original color.

But the frequency changes, the light dims, the intensity changes, and the wavelength also changes.

The entire cabin was illuminated by this light, its brightness shifting and changing. Staring at it for too long made one feel as if something in their head was swaying in rhythm with the light, causing mental confusion and nausea.

Regulus stared at the ball of light, a thought stirring within him.

The light began to converge, the edges of the sphere receded inward, and the sides seemed to be pressed down by two invisible hands, squeezing inward from the outside.

The light grew narrower and narrower, from the thickness of a fist to the thickness of a finger, and from the thickness of a finger to the thickness of a pen.

Finally, it condensed into a thin line, shooting straight out from the tip of the staff, hitting the opposite wall, leaving only a tiny bright spot the size of a pinhead.

The Glowing Charm is one of the most basic spells for a young wizard and is not difficult at all.

This was especially true for Regulus, who could change things however he wanted without adding anything to them.

Alex can now switch between ten levels of the Glowing Charm at a fast speed, not to mention Regulus, who can do it with a single thought.

But it's different when you add something to it.

This light-emitting magic uses the glowing spell as a base, and it's not even irreplaceable. If you replace it with other light-emitting spells, the effect will be similar.

It cannot be described as profound magic in the traditional sense; it is a complex and extremely complicated composite magic.

It's based on a glowing spell, but the elements mixed in can't even be described using specific magic.

Because the encoding of light is not a spell, but a means, achieved purely through magical manipulation.

It can be copied and learned, but it does not have a complete spell structure.

Powerful magical perception and precise control are the foundation for achieving beam convergence and information encoding.

Insufficient perception means we cannot see changes in light; insufficient control means we cannot accurately adjust the frequency and phase.

Brain shut-off technique is a key aid used during the development process to stabilize one's mental state and isolate oneself from external interference.

It also uses it to create an isolation zone in the mind, storing those extreme and pure emotional samples, and then using spirit and will to solidify them into a stable structure so that they can be retrieved at any time.

But this is not the decisive factor; the key lies in the detailed application of the method of capturing the mind and seizing thoughts.

Regulus dissected Legilimency, extracting the parts about mental orientation and establishing connections, and borrowed them to input coded information into the surface of the target's consciousness through light.

This part doesn't rely on magic, but on the exploration and understanding of the spiritual realm.

There's also the Muggle-like understanding of the physical concepts of light and waves: wavelength, frequency, amplitude, phase.

In magical terms, these things are the density of magical fluctuations, the strength of spell energy, and the shift in emotional inclinations.

And the most fundamental guardian deity.

Regulus used the magical texture of the Patronus as a glue to forcibly bond together the originally mutually exclusive magic of Legilimency and the Glowing Charm.

It could even be said that the guardian deity is the key source of inspiration and theoretical foundation for this light source magic to be elevated from simple manipulation of magical beams to magic that carries information and concepts.

Finally, it was his ever-growing mental fortitude that sustained him through every step he took.

All of these factors combined made the magic emerge from the mind and become something usable.

Regulus put away the orb of light, and the cabin darkened, with only the dim light from the overhead lamp flickering on the wall.

This is only the initial testing phase, and there are still many issues to be resolved.

Efficiency of information encoding, stability of target reception, shielding against environmental interference—let's address them one by one.

However, we can first adjust the visible light to invisible light. Ultraviolet light is a good option because it is invisible to the naked eye and matches the previously envisioned compressed light.

By suppressing the wavelength of visible light to the ultraviolet band, it becomes invisible to the human eye, and the target is unaware that they have been exposed. This is what a sneak attack should look like.

But magic perception should be able to detect it, and that problem also needs to be solved.

Then you can create more complex applications, stuffing in more information, emotional bombs, and psychological piercings.

A beam of light shone down, causing the other person's brain to overload and briefly shut down.

Alternatively, you can continue to expose them to their psychological weaknesses, amplifying their existing vulnerabilities and driving them to extremes.

Cautious people become timid, and competitive people become reckless.

Fear, excitement, contempt, trust, impatience, arrogance—all can be expressed.

There is also a broadcast version, where the light not only needs to be focused but also spread out, spreading as widely as possible.

In battlefield usage, a ball of light is thrown into the sky, and the ball explodes, its light covering the entire battlefield.

When their comrades saw the beam of light, the trajectory of the spell coming from behind them would automatically appear in their minds, indicating which area would soon see a new enemy and what magic to use to assist their companions.

No need to shout, no need for owls, no delay whatsoever.

The enemy saw it too, but they received something else entirely: fear, hesitation, and confusion.

The same beam of light carries two different messages: those on our side receive clear instructions, while the enemy receives emotional interference.

Then he is the command center.

He even thought about things further ahead.

If this magic actually works in the end, then he won't just be stuffing emotions and thoughts into people's minds.

He can do more, even more abstract things.

If he could scatter light in the atmosphere and cover the entire globe in a very short time, he could simultaneously transmit information to all humans in the world who can see light.

A single sentence, a single image, a single sound—all received simultaneously by everyone.

Regulus's lips twitched slightly.

If that day ever comes, what should he say?

"I, Regulus Black, speak to the whole world."

not bad.

He shook his head, trying to banish the image from his mind.

So the reason for keeping Aragog from spreading the word was to prevent Dumbledore from overthinking things if he found out.

The moment the light shone on them, a thought popped into their head, and they mistook it for their own.

If the ultimate concept of this magic is guessed, then it will be the greatest threat to the International Law on Wizardry Secrecy.

Muggles don't know wizards exist because wizards are well hidden.

But what if one day, a wizard could make all the Muggles in the world see a picture, hear a sentence, and have a thought at the same time?

What else is there to hide?

How to hide it?

The order was completely rewritten.

So you have to hide it and do it secretly.

Another image popped into Regulus's mind.

If one day he were to announce to all wizards that Voldemort was a product of aphrodisiacs, who knows what the outcome would be.

Or spreading other rumors would be quite interesting.

He stopped thinking about it and started experimenting with spatial networks.

Several orbs of light floated from his fingertips and flew into the unseen passage in front of him.

They moved through space, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, their paths intersecting, but they did not collide.

A few seconds later, the orbs of light appeared simultaneously from different directions: some from above his head, some from behind him, some from the corner of the wall, and some from beside his feet.

Eight orbs of light shone simultaneously, illuminating the small house.

There are still twelve spatial anchor points, but they can now store eight spells simultaneously, with a maximum capacity of one minute.

He then tried another configuration, not focusing on duration, but only on instantaneous simultaneous launch.

Thirteen disarming spells shot out from different directions, hitting the opposite wall and making only one sound.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

Hermes was already lying on the ground, limbs outstretched, chest heaving.

Avery and Alex were still struggling among the mannequins, but their steps were unsteady and their spells were seriously distorted.

Regulus called for a halt, and the dummy stopped. The two staggered over to Hermes, one on the left and one on the right, and then fell straight down.

Regulus called for a halt, and the dummy stopped. The two staggered over to Hermes, one on the left and one on the right, and then fell straight down.

The three people lay side by side, waiting to be rescued.

Regulus looked at them, pointed his finger, and the three of them floated up, as light as three feathers.

They floated back to their dorm room, and Regulus threw them on the ground and then ignored them.

Avery got up first and shuffled off to wash up, Alex was a little slower, and Hermes was the last to move.

After everyone finished tidying up, they lay back down on their beds, the fire still burning in the fireplace.

Regulus said, "Alex."

Alex turned his head: "Yes, I'm here."

"Tomorrow at noon, invite Samuel Vance and Lena Costa to lunch in the auditorium. I need to speak with them."

Alex paused for a moment.

When school started, Regulus told him to keep Samuel and Costa low-key.

At the time, he didn't know exactly why, but he did as instructed, vaguely feeling that it might be related to something happening outside.

Otherwise, two mixed-race people that no one would give a second glance to are really not worth Regulus's special instructions.

Later, during the competition for the top spot, the two of them made an errand and summoned Professor Slughorn.

During the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Regulus had Avery and him team up with them to practice.

In Alex's view, it was a clear gesture of protection and reward, and a reward far exceeding what the two men deserved.

Of course they also need to eat, but they always choose times when there are fewer people, either going early or late, avoiding mealtimes altogether.

Regulus is asking them to go to the Great Hall tomorrow at noon so that they can sit at the Slytherin table when everyone is present.

Who is that meant to see?

Or is there some other purpose behind it?

Alex couldn't understand it.

Avery had told him that Regulus might want to bring the two men into the outer circle of his group, with him leading them.

But such things can be discussed in private; there's no need to do so in a place like an auditorium.

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and then felt there was no need to figure it out.

Regulus always had a reason for doing anything; all he had to do was carry it out.

"Okay," he said.

Avery was exhausted, otherwise he would have gotten up early to say he wanted to get involved.

He lay still, but his eyes darted around, as if he was plotting something. He exchanged a glance with Alex, then looked away.

Hermes faced the wall, his breathing steady; it was unclear whether he was asleep or not, but he never cared about such things.

The flames in the fireplace flickered a few last times before going out.

The dormitory room darkened, and it was time to sleep.