Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Chapter 536 Recognition and Lei Paopao

Even the old wizards of pure-blood families know what an Obscurus is.

One of the oldest and most terrifying cursed creations in the magical world, a parasite generated when a young wizard suppresses their magic to its extreme, possessing uncontrollable destructive power, devoid of reason and consciousness.

It's recorded in documents from hundreds of years ago, depicted in paintings, and even more recently, thirty years ago there was an Obscurial incident in the United States that blew up an entire street. Rumor has it that it was related to Dumbledore.

The thing in front of me looks too much like a black, churning, all-consuming, misty entity.

However, the conditions don't match; the prerequisite for the Obscurus to be generated is the suppression of magic in childhood.

Dag Roll is a wizard in his sixties whose magic has never been suppressed; on the contrary, he has overused it his entire life.

"Old Raul is not an Obscurial." An elderly pure-blood wizard said in a hoarse voice, his tone trembling, as if he were addressing no one.

"He burned himself." Another voice, younger, said, filled with suppressed terror.

The Ironclad Charm and shields lit up a large area of ​​the hills, with silver, gold, and blue light merging along the hills.

Some people began to back away, their steps faltering. Several muffled thuds, like phantoms shifting, came from the outermost part of the audience, one after another, like a flock of startled birds flying out of the forest.

Most of the people running were there to watch the excitement. Some people tumbled and crawled down the slope, tripped over their robes, fell down, got up, and continued running.

Some people ran while looking back, asking the person next to them what it was. After asking, they realized that the person next to them had already run dozens of meters away.

Some people didn't understand from the very beginning, and they still don't understand now. They just follow others and run, only realizing after running far away that they had no idea what they were afraid of.

Most of the pure-blood family members did not move. Some held their wands horizontally in front of them, while others took a few steps back and then stood still, their eyes still fixed on the battlefield.

The observers from the various national magic ministries remained in place, spread out further, each wearing protective gear, with their door keys ready to be activated at any time.

After a brief commotion, the Order of the Phoenix's ranks quieted down again.

The Death Eaters stood the straightest, not one of them moving, their faces beneath the silver masks all facing the same direction.

Moody's eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at the expanding black mass at the heart of the ruins.

Dolokhov stared intently at the ruins, wand in his left hand and his right hand pressed against the pink scar on his left cheek.

They could all see that Old Luo had sacrificed himself irreversibly, and the best outcome of continuing to entangle with this thing would be mutual destruction.

Regulus had observed the changes in old Raul, and now all his senses were focused on this thing.

The magical perception gave feedback: Old Raul's signal had completely disappeared, replaced by a chaotic mass of magical noise.

Dozens of dark magic characteristics are active simultaneously, interfering with and devouring each other, without structure, without a core, and with indistinguishable boundaries.

He had witnessed Dumbledore's magic: profound, gentle, substantial, and directional. He could sense immense energy pressing down beneath, yet the surface remained perpetually flat.

He had also sensed Voldemort's presence, but he couldn't detect anything; there was zero feedback.

The thing in front of him was unlike any magical state he had ever seen.

It has fully unfolded, its height and width no longer what they were at the beginning, its tens of meters in size churning on the ruins, bringing an overwhelming physical pressure.

The air was pushed apart, the ground trembled, and even the moonlight was distorted when it reached its vicinity.

Space is no longer continuous; its structure is stretched by both its mass and magic, creating large areas of fractures and depressions around it.

The basic conditions for Apparition have been broken, and even the Sidestep spell has lost its effectiveness.

To leave, he would need to use a spatial passage involving Betelgeuse, but in this extreme environment of spatial distortion, constructing the passage would take time, and this mass was moving toward him.

The Starry Sky Kite can move, but that's its trump card, and it won't be revealed unless it's in dire straits. There are masked men on the hillside, and we can't show them something as valuable as the Guardian God.

However, he had no intention of leaving. He came here to kill this person, and if he said he would kill the whole family, he would kill the whole family. Whatever Old Luo Er became didn't affect this matter. He was already here.

Moreover, as he looked at the surging black mass before him, incantations shot outward from all directions, various colors of dirty light flickered on its surface, and space around it dented and twisted.

Part of his mind was analyzing its magical composition and calculating its attack patterns, while another part was thinking about something else.

A person gives up everything that makes them human: body, memory, personality, even death.

Death at least preserves a complete self, but old Raoul threw even that away, setting himself on fire and burning everything to nothing, all for the sake of a different outcome: killing him.

Regulus approved of this choice.

Put everything on one thing, no turning back, no regard for cost, no way out, no concern for anything lost along the way, only for the destination.

Old Luo'er no longer pursues living and winning; he himself can choose not to live, as long as he dies.

This kind of sacrifice is more thorough than mutual destruction. At least mutual destruction involves taking something with you, but Old Raoul didn't even leave himself behind, leaving only the killing intent itself.

People who can erase themselves from the world are more interesting than most living people.

Regulus stared at the black mist, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Curiosity, exploration, recognition, and perhaps a hint of resonance mingled together, and the gray eyes gleamed briefly in the silvery light.

This person had staked everything on this final battle with him, and he felt he should retaliate in kind, by killing him completely.

Regulus's lips slowly curled upwards, revealing a smile.

The black mist rushed over, but it stopped expanding. The whole thing seemed to have finally found its direction, and with its black mass of tens of meters, it crushed towards Regulus.

The front end rolled forward, engulfing the ground, swallowing up rubble, wood, and fragments of corpses, leaving only a blackened mud trail in its wake.

The air was pushed like a wall, forming a visible gray wave of air. The wind hit Regulus's face first, carrying the bitter smell of decay.

Spells were constantly being emitted from within the black mist, at random angles and at unpredictable intervals.

Green light slashed down diagonally from above, scarlet light emerged from the bottom of the mist, and dark yellow light flew close to the ground, some in straight lines, some in arcs, and some circling away to other places.

This thing weighs at least tens of tons, but its speed is completely unlike what you'd expect from something weighing tens of tons.

It doesn't rely on physical inertia for propulsion; it's driven entirely by internal magic. The entire front end exerts force simultaneously, causing the front, which is tens of meters wide, to surge forward together.

The Sprint Spell was activated instantly, magic power flowed into his leg muscles, and with one step, his figure stretched into a streak of light.

The transition from stillness to full speed was almost instantaneous; the force beneath his feet crushed the gravel, sending dust plumes flying in a trail of white smoke behind him.

Regulus spent nearly two years learning the ground chicken tactic, and his leg skills were truly remarkable; he could run and jump.

The Sprint and Swiftness spells were activated simultaneously, causing a white light to emanate from the body. The running speed was pushed to the limit of human capability, and the silvery-white trail stretched long in the moonlight, lingering for a long time.

Beneath his feet were broken walls and rubble, craters and cracks from the explosions. The inertia-free nature of the Sprint Spell allowed him to move at full speed on this terrain, shifting his center of gravity at will with minimal effort.

Stones exploded behind him, dirt flew up from the soles of his boots, and a trail of crushed tracks was left in the path he ran through.

The black mist was chasing him, and its speed was not much slower than his.

He ran ahead, and the black mist surged behind him, its front end churning and pushing forward, leaving the ground in its wake completely rotten.

The distance between the two moving objects fluctuates; Regulus widens it when running in a straight line and shortens it when turning.

He ran while turning back to strike, waving his wand behind him.

The Explosion Spell sent an orange-red ball of light crashing into the front of the black mist, blasting a crater several meters in diameter that was instantly filled back in.

The cutting spell sent a white arc of light across the surface of the black mist, carving a groove that quickly merged back into a single piece.

A massive explosion occurred, with an even larger burst of fire erupting at the front of the black mist, pushing it back two or three meters. The heat wave evaporated the surface layer of the black mist, but new smoke immediately surged up from below.

The Flame Blast spell penetrated the mist, exploding inside and spewing out high temperatures that turned the black mist white and shiny for a moment before dimming again.

The powerful explosion spell and the chain explosion followed, causing black waves to rise from the surface of the black mist, which was then lifted into the air and fell back down.

A regular attack spell cast on it has the same effect as throwing a stone into water: it splashes water, ripples spread, and then the water surface returns to normal.

It has no core, no structure, no weaknesses; if you break a piece, it immediately replaces itself; if you remove one layer, there are others underneath.

The black mist was being attacked, but its speed didn't decrease much. As it chased, it spewed spells out from within.

A green light shot out from above the black mist, grazed three feet above Regulus's head, and struck the wasteland dozens of meters ahead, causing the grass to wither away from the point of impact.

The crimson Crusher curse shot out from the side. He was fast enough that he was already out of position when the curse arrived, and it exploded on the rubble behind him.

A dark purple beam of light emerged from a completely unpredictable angle. His spatial perception detected a slight disturbance in space a fraction of a second before it was emitted, and his body was already making a dodge maneuver.

Then came a dim yellow light, sweeping across the ground from the bottom of the fog. Wherever it passed, the grass withered. He jumped up, flipped over the light, landed, and continued running.

The black mist followed closely behind, keeping a distance between its front end and his, but its edges had already circled around from the left and right.

Regulus didn't need to turn around; in his spatial perception, the two black edges were closing in front of him, like two streams of black water flowing in from the left and right, trying to soak the path in front of him as well.

He turned right and ran towards the more open wilderness to the east. The black mist followed his turn, and the whole thing swung over from the side, looking like a huge black tongue that enveloped a patch of low bushes.

The bushes were swallowed up with a soft rustling sound, and then there was nothing left but a sinking patch of black ground.

Regulus ran out of the ruins, and the ground beneath his feet transformed from rubble into a wasteland of grass and heather. The black mist followed him out and surged onto the wasteland.

The battlefield expanded, no longer confined to the few hundred meters of ruins; the entire Stanmore wasteland became his runway.

He moved at full speed across the wasteland, with the black mist chasing behind. The two things rolled across the ground one after the other, leaving a long trail of mud behind them.

The ground was crushed in the path Regulus ran, and even the grass roots were rotten through the path the black mist chased.

In the desolate wilderness for miles around, the moonlight illuminated a silvery-white figure running at full speed, leaving a trail of afterimages behind it. Further behind, a huge mass of black matter surged and chased after it, swallowing everything in its path.

They were chased away.

He used firepower to bombard Old Luo'er just now, and now it's his turn to take the hit.

It doesn't seem bad, just a bit troublesome.

The problem is that the density of the incantation is increasing, and light of various colors is spraying out from all parts of the black mist.

The closer the black mist got to him, the denser the spells emanating from within became. Regulus fought as he ran, and the Ironclad Spell grew thinner and thinner under the combined effects of corrosion and the spells.

Regular spells can't kill this thing; its physical form means that any single-point attack is just a temporary displacement, and it will recover after being hit.

To solve it, we must first limit its expansion, and then deal with it using a method that can wipe it out completely. We can try Fiery Blaze, but there's no rush.

Start running, and think as you run.

He ran for about fifteen minutes, alternating between the Sprint and Swiftness spells. He used the Sprint spell to gain speed on straight sections and switched to the Swiftness spell to turn when he needed to change direction.

He ran in a huge arc around the wasteland, the black mist behind him following him as he turned, carving a winding, black, rotten strip across the wasteland.

He ran and fought, flicking his wand back and unleashing various attack spells at the black mist. The effects were still limited; the spells would heal as soon as they hit the mist, but at least they could disrupt the front of the black mist and slow down its pursuit.

Between the rapidly moving figure and the mist, spells flew back and forth. Regulus unleashed an explosion that swallowed the black mist, which then returned several beams of light that shot out from an unknown location, which he dodged.

After dodging, it would turn back and throw another one, like throwing an ice cube into a pot of boiling water, making a loud bang, and then it would keep running.

Under the moonlight, a silvery-white figure darted ahead, followed by multicolored lights, and half the horizon shimmered.

He tried the Disintegration Spell.

A grayish-green ray shot out from the tip of the staff, a thick beam that pierced through the surface of the black mist and penetrated it, but nothing happened.

The splitting curse acts on the binding forces of organic matter, causing organisms to lose their definition at the level of existence.

But this thing is no longer organic matter; it is a chaotic mass of magical mass, without cellular structure, without molecular bonds, and without any definition of organic that can be stripped away.

The gray-green ray pierced through the black mist from the other side, leaving a hole that closed in less than two seconds.

The Disintegration Spell has no effect on it.

He tried the Disintegration Curse again.

A yellowish-brown pulse of light shot out from the tip of the staff, striking the front of the black mist. The vibration spread out from the point of contact, and a ring of ripples spread across the surface of the black mist.

The ripples spread out and dissipated, without resonance or collapse.

The disintegration curse works by breaking down the molecular bonds of inorganic substances, and it needs to act on a fixed molecular structure to produce a chain reaction.

What we see before us is a fluid; it has no fixed molecular arrangement, no crystal lattice, and no brittleness.

The oscillations propagate in from the outside, but before the energy can find a second point to propagate, it is completely consumed by the chaotic internal structure.

The Disintegration Curse is ineffective against it.

That's good, both of my ultimate moves were used, but they were useless.