Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Regulus understood and pressed further, "What specific magic is included in the inheritance?"

"With the Shadow Stalking Charm from the Cassandra ancestor, one can blend into the shadows and achieve true invisibility and teleportation, which is far superior to the Disillusionment Charm."

With the "Nature Magic" of the ancestor Eldrin, one can guide the magic of nature into oneself, from the faint vitality of small flowers and plants to the abundant energy of mountains, forests and rivers, all of which can be transformed into one's own power.

With the "Sky Volcano Curse" from the ancestor Aurelius, it can condense a lava core in a designated airspace without relying on physical terrain. After exploding, it forms a suspended volcano, and the lava and flames can accurately lock onto targets.

There is also the Blood Binding Curse of Valerius's ancestors, which uses one's own blood to forcibly bind oneself to the enemy, establishing a bloodline connection that allows for direct attacks or prediction of attack trajectories through this bloodline link.

And the "Soul Healing Spell" of the Seville ancestors, which can repair soul damage.

The "Spatial Anchoring Spell" allows you to create invisible anchors in the void, stabilizing spatial structures and resisting apparition attacks and spatial distortion magic.

Orion recounted the spells, his tone filled with reverence for his ancestors: "These spells are extremely powerful, but also exceptionally dangerous."

In particular, the "Nature Magic" can easily overwhelm you with its raging natural magic if you're not careful. The ancestor Eldrin died because he excessively absorbed magic.

The Sky Volcano Curse is extremely mentally taxing; even the slightest distraction can lead to loss of control and self-harm. The memory impact of each inherited technique is enough to deter even adult wizards.

Regulus had a sudden inspiration; the "Natural Magic" technique perfectly echoed his previous experiment of guiding the magic of daisies.

Perhaps this is the way to extract the deadly magic of the mandrake.

"I can handle it."

He wants all of these.

Regulus said firmly, "What I just showed you is not all. My spirit is far more resilient than that of ordinary people, and my soul is strong enough to withstand the impact of my ancestors' memories."

Orion frowned, his face full of disbelief: "I acknowledge that you are strong, far-sighted, and wise."

But the strength of spirit and soul cannot be measured by these things. The will of our ancestors, nurtured and refined over thousands of years, is far more powerful than you can imagine. Even I dare not say I could completely resist it.

He simply couldn't believe that an eleven-year-old child could possess such a strong spirit and soul in addition to strength and intelligence; it was too illogical.

Regulus knew that words alone were not enough, so he looked into his father's eyes and suggested, "Why don't we try the Imperius Curse?"

Regulus had his reasons.

In the original story, Harry Potter was able to withstand Barty Crouch Jr.'s Imperius Curse when he was in his fourth year. What was he lacking?

Orion paused for a moment, then understood what he meant.

The Soul-Stealing Curse directly affects the mind and will, and is the most direct way to test the strength of one's spirit. Being able to resist the Soul-Stealing Curse is the best proof of a strong spirit.

Orion initially wanted to refuse, as the Imperius Curse is an unforgivable curse and has its reasons, but seeing Regulus's resolute expression and thinking of his previous incredible actions, he decided to give it a try.

"it is good."

Orion stood up, raised his wand, and said seriously, "I will control the intensity, from weak to strong. If I sense anything is wrong, tell me immediately."

Regulus also stood up, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from Orion.

"The soul leaves the body!"

Orion's spell was unleashed, and a deathly gray magical energy surged into Regulus's consciousness.

Regulus instantly sensed an external will attempting to invade his mind.

It was as if someone was constantly whispering in his ear, with a cold, compelling force, guiding him to make various movements: raising his hand, turning around, and putting down his wand.

This will wanted to control his body and distort his judgment.

But Regulus's mental barrier firmly blocked the invasion. The foreign will crashed against the barrier like a tide hitting a reef, instantly dissipating.

It didn't even touch his spirit.

Orion saw that Regulus's eyes were empty and unfocused, and assumed the spell had taken effect, so he whispered the command: "Raise your hands."

Regulus did not react at all, remaining standing upright, showing no signs of being controlled.

Orion frowned and increased the intensity of the spell.

More magic and will poured in, the whispers in my ear became more frequent, and the oppressive feeling of the external will intensified.

It was as if they were trying to forcibly pry open his mental barrier, and even began to interfere with the flow of his magic, attempting to create a flaw in his mind.

Regulus remained unmoved, even saying, "Hold on a little longer, I want to experience it a little more."

Orion froze for a moment, his hand gripping the wand loosening slightly involuntarily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Who among the good people wants to experience the Soul-Stealing Curse more often?

This is one of the three unforgivable curses, a form of torture that affects the mind and will.

When an ordinary wizard encounters an Imperius Curse, he either fights with all his might to resist or is instantly controlled. Who would actively request to extend the spell's duration after completely resisting it?

What surprised him even more was Regulus's condition; there was no struggle or magical disturbance whatsoever, and even his breathing remained steady.

It was as if it wasn't an unforgivable curse, but a joyful one.

The essence of the Imperius Curse is to forcibly alter one's will. Even if one can resist it, one will suffer the pain of mental tearing in the process. Yet Regulus spoke as calmly as if he were discussing the weather.

Such a performance is something that even an elite Auror might not be able to achieve, let alone an eleven-year-old child.

Orion can do much more than that; he can make the Imperius Curse more corrosive, and even completely tear apart Regulus's mental barrier, leaving permanent soul trauma.

But when it comes to his own son, he obviously doesn't need to go to such lengths; his mental fortitude is already more than enough to support him in taking on the family legacy.

He withdrew his wand and looked at Regulus with clear eyes, showing no signs of being controlled. Even the flow of magic was as smooth as ever, as if the Imperius Curse had never taken effect.

"Your mental strength..." Orion's voice held a hint of excitement, "is truly enough to withstand the memories of our ancestors."

He put away his wand, looked intently into Regulus's eyes, and after a long while, said, "Come with me."

As he turned around, Orion couldn't help but smile, and his pace quickened.

After a long pause, he spoke casually, but with a hint of expectation in his voice: "Sirius... is he like you?"

Regulus followed behind Orion, slightly speechless upon hearing this. "Mr. Black, what are you expecting?"

Regulus replied somewhat hesitantly, "He...is very healthy."

"cough."

Orion coughed lightly, said nothing more, and continued walking towards the stone door deep inside the training room, with Regulus following closely behind.

After passing through several hidden corridors, the two arrived at the family's secret chamber.

The door to the secret chamber was made from a single piece of obsidian, covered with ancient runes, exuding a heavy and ancient magical aura.

Orion chanted an obscure incantation, and the runes lit up with red light one by one. The stone door slowly opened inward, and an aura carrying the weight of time rushed out.

The interior of the secret chamber was spacious and solemn, with magical torches embedded in the walls, illuminating the stone platform in the center.

On the stone platform were a dozen or so fist-sized crystal balls, their interiors shimmering with a faint silver light, through which one could vaguely see images flashing.

"This is the family tradition." Orion walked to the stone platform, his eyes filled with awe.

He turned to Regulus and said solemnly, "Remember, when you come into contact with the crystal, it will directly trigger the memories of your ancestors. You cannot resist it; you must accept and understand it, and eventually make it your own."

If you feel you can't handle the mental strain, disconnect immediately. Don't push yourself.

Regulus walked to the stone platform and his gaze fell on the crystal ball on the far left, which was the "Natural Magic" of the ancestor Eldrin.

He reached out his hand, his fingertips slowly touching the crystal ball.

A cool sensation came over him, and the next second, a massive surge of magic and memories flooded into his consciousness like a tidal wave.

He seemed to see the figure of the ancestor Eldrin sitting quietly in the mountains and forests, and his understanding of establishing a connection with all things.

Regulus's mind was instantly enveloped by this massive impact. He gritted his teeth, fully extended his mental barrier, and accepted the inheritance.

Orion stood to the side, keeping a close eye on Regulus's expression, ready to intervene if he lost control.

He saw Regulus's body tremble slightly, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but he showed no signs of collapsing, which deepened his surprise.

Regulus was immersed in the memories of his heritage; all of the Eldrin ancestors’ insights into the magic of nature were clearly presented in his consciousness.

However, the natural magic of the Eldrin ancestors stemmed from their unique talents, much like Parsleyan.

Regulus clearly does not possess this talent.

After an unknown amount of time, Regulus slowly withdrew his hand, his fingertips leaving the crystal ball.

"How is it?" Orion asked quickly.

Regulus's lips twitched slightly: "Not bad."