Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Chapter 332 A Miracle of Great Strength

Regulus opened the floodgates of magic in his mind, pouring all his reserves, all his channels, and all the magic he usually carefully allocated into his wand all at once.

The feeling of magic surging was completely different from usual.

When casting spells, the magic power originates from within the body, travels along a fixed path to the wand, with a uniform speed and steady flow, and naturally takes shape at the tip of the wand.

Full power output, not enough channels.

The magic burst forth, rushing towards the wand along every possible path. When the main path was full, it took a side path; when the side path was full, it squeezed through the gaps in muscles and bones.

His whole body was trembling, the veins on his arms were bulging, and his robe was billowing outwards in the sea breeze.

The blackthorn wood felt hot in his palm. This wand had been holding back since it was saturated with dark magic at the Christmas dinner, and now it was finally ready to unleash its full power.

Magic flowed through the core of the wand, causing the entire wand to tremble slightly, as if the Dragon Heart Strand inside had been activated under high magical pressure.

The wand emitted a deep hum, which traveled along the wand to the base of the thumb and index finger, and then into the finger bones. The entire hand could feel the vibration pushing outwards.

The tip of the staff lit up, and a yellowish-brown light surged out, a high-density light beam extending outward from the tip of the staff, its color so dark it was almost black, with a gleaming gray edge.

"Quassare!"

The wand is swung down in a reverse motion, and the wrist rotates half an inch at the lowest point.

The spell shot out from the tip of the staff, and the whole world fell silent.

Like after being shocked by a loud noise and experiencing tinnitus, the sound was so loud that the ears automatically shut everything out.

The yellowish-brown beam of light, as thick as an adult's arm, pierced through a distance of several tens of meters from the tip of the staff to the small island.

The beam of light itself was mute, but everything it passed through made a sound; the air was displaced, producing a sharp hissing sound like a sheet of iron being torn apart.

The displaced air forms visible, translucent ripples that spread to both sides, layer upon layer.

The ripples were very close together; before one could dissipate, the next one would catch up, stacking up on both sides of the beam to form a dense array of vibrational ripples.

The vibrational ripples spread outwards from the center of the beam, growing wider and wider until the outermost layer extended to a position tens of meters above the sea surface, even causing the low-hanging gray clouds to fold.

The sea surface directly below the beam of light was pressed into a groove.

The seawater didn't have time to flow to either side; it was directly pressed down by air pressure, revealing the dark reefs underneath.

The seaweed and shellfish clinging to the rocks were instantly shattered into powder, and the grayish-white debris was swept up and scattered by the wind.

The seawater surged to both sides, and the surging waves crashed against the rock walls on both sides, then bounced back, forming opposing eddies on both sides of the channel.

The pulsed oscillations push outwards from the tip of the rod in waves, each pulse instantly increasing the brightness of the beam core by a level.

The yellowish-brown color changes from dark to light and then to dark again, and the vibrational patterns at the edges change from dark brown to almost white-hot, and then back to dark.

The pulse frequency is not high, about two or three waves per second, but each wave is more intense than the previous one, and the area covered by the vibration ripples gets larger with each wave.

Fine water mist began to appear in the air, the air was compressed by the compression wave, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Water vapor condenses into tiny droplets, which drift in the gaps of the vibrations and are illuminated by the yellowish-brown light of the beam, like golden dust suspended in the air.

The core of the beam was extremely bright, a yellowish-brown color close to white-hot, with deeper and darker vibrational patterns surging around its edges.

The light has a physical texture; looking at it, you can feel the vibration spreading through the air.

Each pulse caused the surrounding air to tremble, and even Regulus, who was hovering in mid-air, could feel the flight spell under his feet swaying slightly.

The sky was originally dark and gloomy, with low-hanging clouds, but under the beam of light, the entire sea surface was dyed amber.

The bottom of the clouds was illuminated, turning from gray-black to dark bronze. The reflections of the seawater were layered on the low-hanging gray clouds, and the light spots kept jumping and moving at the bottom of the clouds.

From a distance, it looks as if someone has torn a hole in the gray sky above this sea, letting in a different color of light.

The wind no longer blows from the side; the air is pushed out at an extremely fast speed, forming a shock pressure that spreads outwards, and the wind blows onto the sea surface, flattening the waves.

Regulus's robes and hair were blown back by the airflow generated by the overflowing magic. The robes snapped behind him, the hem flipped up and clung to his legs, and the buttons at the collar were pressed tightly against his neck by the wind.

The Constant Iron Armor Spell was automatically triggered; a silver barrier flashed briefly on the body before retracting.

The barrier flashes at a frequency synchronized with the pulses. Each time a pulse approaches, the barrier lights up briefly and then dims again after the pulse passes.

It flickered on and off, like a silver lamp that would never be blown out in a storm.

He stood in the eye of the storm, his body tilted slightly backward by the wind, wand in hand, continuously casting spells.

The next moment, the beam of light struck the island.

The brownish-yellow beam of light struck the rock wall. The moment it made contact, the rock surface did not shatter, explode, or scatter any debris.

The island as a whole was pierced by magic, and the entire island was simultaneously subjected to tremors.

The rock surface around the point of impact trembled violently, emitting a very low, muffled sound.

The muffled thuds continued, the vibrations rebounding repeatedly within the island, each rebound producing a deeper echo, echo upon echo, transforming from a low growl into a roar.

He smiled slightly.

carefree.

He rarely had this feeling. Usually, when casting spells, he was very careful with his money, using only what he needed and not wasting a single drop.

Full power output, magic surges out of the body without needing to control the flow or allocate a path; it just pours out as much as you want, however you want.

The rays struck the island, causing the entire island to tremble, the sea to shake, and the air to hum.

He was the source of it all, clutching the magic wand in his hand, magic surging from his body and transforming into a pillar of light that crashed down on the island.

happy.

The island began to crack.

The first crack extends outward from the point of impact, splitting along the joint surface of the granite.

The mineral crystal cracks, and the crack path is serrated. It turns at each crystal edge and continues to tear along the joint surface of the next crystal.

The shattered stone fragments sprayed out from both sides of the crack, mixed with the grayish-white dust unique to granite, forming small patches of dust mist in the air.

The cracks continued to spread, becoming increasingly dense.

Regulus raised the magic output to another level.

A continuous low growl emanated from within the island, a mixture of the cracking sounds of expanding fissures within the rock mass and the boiling of the seawater, occasionally punctuated by the crisp sound of rocks being snapped.

The entire island began to disintegrate amid the tremors, splitting open from the middle. Along the main crack, a fissure several meters wide was torn open, extending from the top of the island all the way to the granite base below the sea surface.

Granite slabs began to break off to both sides, with large chunks of rock detaching from the island along the cracks, tumbling through the air and crashing into the sea.

The seawater was pushed aside, forming a giant circular wave centered on the island, which then spread outwards.

The waves were nearly two stories high and pushed out at an extremely fast speed. When they hit the distant sea surface, they created large patches of white foam, leaving behind a bubbling, churning area on the surface of the sea after they dispersed.

The seabirds on the island's top had all flown away the moment the island cracked open, a dark mass flapping their wings and fleeing to the distant sea.

Several slow-flying fledglings were struck by falling rocks mid-air and fell into the sea without even making a sound.

The center of the island is now empty; where granite once stood, there is now only a sunken sinkhole.

The edge of the pit continued to collapse, each time taking an entire slab of rock with it and sliding into the water, the splashing water column getting lower each time.

The entire island is collapsing from the middle outwards.

Regulus stopped chanting.

The final shockwave was released from the tip of the staff, leaving a brief trace in the air before dissipating.

The beam of light narrowed, and the yellowish-brown glow on the sea surface gradually dimmed.

First, the vibrational patterns at the edges disappeared, then the brightness at the core decreased from white to dark brown, and finally the entire beam of light retracted back to the tip of the staff and disappeared.

The sky returned to its dark and gloomy state, the coppery hue at the bottom of the clouds faded, the reflection of the seawater dissipated, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

His hand holding the wand fell to his sides, his breathing became faster than usual, and his chest heaved.

The adrenaline was still burning in my veins, my palms were slightly sweaty, and the handle of the cane was burning hot from being gripped.

The sea breeze blew again, and he looked down.

The two peninsulas are still collapsing to both sides, with large chunks of rock, along with debris and foam, crashing into the sea. Each piece that hits the water creates a huge column of water, and the sea surface is churned up by the impact.

The rumbling sound lasted for more than ten seconds, one after another, interspersed with the sound of gravel hitting the water, so dense that it was impossible to count.

Seawater surged from all directions toward the center, overflowing and filling the space left after the island broke apart.

The water churned for a while, white foam spreading across the grayish-black seawater, and then calmed down.

Within seconds, the sea surface returned to normal.

Only a ring of ripples, which was dissipating, continued to move outwards, getting lower and wider, until it merged with the normal waves more than a hundred meters away.

The island is gone.

Regulus floated in mid-air, looking at the sea.

The wind blew from the west, making his robes flap loudly and his hair sway against his face.

His lips curled upwards, he tried to stop himself, but couldn't.

He laughed for a while, and when he finished laughing, he slowly pressed the corners of his mouth back down.

An island, a spell, gone.

He tucked the wand back into his sleeve.

The magic consumption was considerable; after nearly a minute of continuous full-power output, about two-thirds of the magic reserves were depleted.

The Star Orbit Meditation was in progress, and the magic power was slowly recovering. I could feel new magic power filling my body, not quickly, but steadily.

He floated for a while longer, until his magic power was restored to a sufficient level, and then Apparated to land on the cliff on the shore.

The sea breeze was still strong, and the waves were still loud, but compared to when I was standing in the air casting spells on the island, everything seemed quiet now.

The sounds of the wind and waves are no longer background noises suppressed by tinnitus; they have returned to the sounds that this world should have.

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