Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

The silvery light suddenly contracted into a blurry ball of light, then gradually stretched, expanded, and took shape.

Wings extended from both sides of the ball of light, each feather composed of silver light with star-like sparkles along the edges.

Its body is streamlined and powerful, its head is raised, its beak is sharp, and its eyes are two brighter silver points.

Finally, its tail feathers spread out, like a trailing comet.

A silver-white bird hovered in front of Regulus.

Its size is between that of an eagle and a kite, and its wings are composed of countless tiny silver lights that flicker like stars as the wings flutter slightly.

The tips of the feathers are pure silver-white, refracting a rainbow-like halo in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Its eyes were a bright silver-gray, very similar to Regulus's pupil color, with a sharp and deep gaze.

It spreads its wings and can hover steadily in the air without flapping them, as if it has broken free from the constraints of gravity.

Fine stardust scattered from the edges of the wings. As the stardust landed, the shadows within a few meters around it thinned out, as if the darkness had been dispelled.

Regulus looked at it and a strange feeling welled up inside him, as if he were looking in a mirror.

A thought suddenly occurred to him: this was not something he had created, nor was it a product of his spells and magic.

This grew out of his heart; it was the embodiment of his deepest desires, a projection of a part of his soul.

The guardian deity responds to the deepest desires of the heart.

What do I yearn for?

Regulus asked himself the same question.

He yearned for true freedom, but unlike those narrow-minded people, he did not crave the indulgence of anarchism.

He longed for the freedom to choose his own path, unbound and unfettered.

He yearned for the boundless starry sky, for breaking the boundaries of physics, and for exploring places others considered impossible to reach.

He craves power, in order to protect what he wants to protect, to achieve what he wants to achieve, and to become what he wants to become.

All these desires are now concentrated in this silver bird.

Its outstretched wings convey a determination to break through all obstacles; its suspended state embodies unfettered freedom; and the starlight in its eyes reflects a longing for the vast world.

It is Regulus, or rather, the truest and purest part of Regulus's heart.

Regulus didn't know what kind of guardian spirit this was; he had never seen such a bird before, nor was it recorded in any books.

But he could feel that it was perfectly suited to him.

Orion stood three steps away, completely frozen in place.

He stared intently at the silver bird, his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted, and he almost dropped his wand.

The usually calm and collected patriarch of the Black family was now filled with shock and disbelief.

Several seconds passed before he found his voice, which trembled slightly: "Starry Sky Kite..."

Regulus turned his head: "What?"

"Starry Sky Kite," Orion repeated, his eyes still fixed on the silver bird. "A legendary magical creature. I thought it was extinct, or just a figment of imagination..."

He took two steps forward, wanting to get closer to see, but was afraid of startling the bird.

Starry Sky Kite turned its head, its silver-gray eyes glancing at Orion with a calm, unfriendly, yet unfriendly gaze.

"There are only scattered records." Orion's voice gradually stabilized, but he spoke faster than usual.

"Starry Sky Kites only appear in places where magic is pure. They feed on starlight, can penetrate space, and do not need to flap their wings when flying, but rather... rather, they let space carry them."

Their feathers can dispel dark magic, and their eyes can see through illusions...

With each word he spoke, Regulus felt a growing sense of familiarity.

He feeds on starlight, just as he practices star trail meditation, guiding the stars and yearning for them.

He also studied spatial magic, trying to understand folding and warping.

He doesn't need to flap his wings to fly, but what he seeks is to understand the rules, follow the rules, and utilize the rules.

He dispelled dark magic, just as he believed that power itself was neither good nor evil; the key was how and why it was used.

He has always been seeing through illusions, looking beyond appearances to the essence, and not being misled by any false glory or intimidation.

This is essentially an animal version of himself, or rather, a manifestation of his inner self on a magical level.

As Regulus listened to his father's explanation, a thought suddenly struck him.

He wanted to give it a try, and a thought flashed through his mind: go and take a look over there.

Starry Sky Kite seemed to understand his thoughts.

It flickered and vanished from its spot in an instant.

Regulus couldn't even sense where it went; the spatial fluctuations were too subtle and too natural to leave a trace.

The next moment, the Starry Sky Kite appeared in the sky above the sea a hundred meters away.

It floated there, with the setting sun sinking into the sea behind it, its silvery-white silhouette clearly outlined in the golden light.

Then it disappeared again, and when it reappeared, it was on the other side of the cliff, standing on a protruding rock, looking down at the waves crashing against the rocks below.

Regulus's mind stirred again, and he returned.

The starry kite appeared in front of him instantly, as if it had never left.

It raised its head, its silver-grey eyes meeting Regulus's gaze.

There was a deep, almost wise light in those eyes, as if they truly understood him and were in sync with his thoughts.

Orion's breathing quickened as he watched this scene.

He tried to maintain a calm demeanor, but his fingers were trembling slightly, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Chief Black, who remained unfazed by any pressure at the Wizengamo Conference, now looked like a child seeing magic for the first time.

"Dumbledore..." he murmured, "Dumbledore's Patronus is the phoenix..."

Regulus looked at his father.

"The phoenix is ​​a legendary, magical creature," Orion continued, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"It can be reborn from the ashes, tears can heal wounds, and songs can give courage... Dumbledore's Patronus is the phoenix, and everyone says that this foreshadows that he will become a great wizard."

He looked at Regulus, his eyes sparkling with a light Regulus had never seen before.

"The Starry Sky Kite... is a mythical creature on the same level as the Phoenix in legends, or even rarer."

At least some people have seen the phoenix, but the star kite only exists in the oldest records... Regulus, you...”

He was so excited that he couldn't finish his sentence, but he made his meaning very clear.

Regulus will also become a great wizard, a truly great wizard who will leave his mark on the history of magic.

Orion even started thinking further ahead.

When Regulus finally steps into the limelight and displays his power, shouldn't the Black family crest be changed?

The Twin Stars and Sirius emblem, though historically significant, are rather ordinary.

The Starry Sky Kite is perfect; it carries the weight of ancient legends and also embodies Regulus's qualities.

The thought only flashed through my mind; it's too early to think about these things now. But I really want to see that day.

Regulus listened to his father's words, lost in thought.

The Starry Sky Kite can traverse space like a phoenix, and may even be more adept at spatial magic than the phoenix.

However, he has only initially summoned a physical guardian deity, which can maintain its existence and communicate in a simple way, nothing more.

There are many advanced uses for the Guardian.

It can be used to deliver messages, scare away Dementors, scout ahead, and assist in combat; all of these require practice.

Moreover, since the Starry Sky Kite possesses spatial abilities, perhaps even more unique uses can be developed.

For example, you can use it to practice spatial magic, let it pass through certain barriers to gather intelligence, or suddenly appear behind the enemy in battle.

Perhaps we could find an opportunity to speak with Dumbledore?

When it comes to Patronus, Dumbledore is almost the top one in the magical world, and he must have developed many incredible uses based on the characteristics of the phoenix.

However, we need to find a suitable opportunity; Regulus isn't Harry Potter, so he won't be as likable.

This is different from asking a professor for knowledge; he cannot take the initiative to seek help from them.

But there are always opportunities.

Orion took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

Excitement is understandable, but practical issues must be considered.

He walked over to Regulus, looked at the still-floating star kite, and said in a low voice, "This guardian deity... it's best to keep it hidden for two years."

Regulus looked at his father, waiting for an explanation, but he actually knew roughly what his father meant.

"The Patronus Charm is truly profound and positive white magic," Orion explained. "The way you're showing it now might clash a bit with Voldemort's style."

They wouldn't say it outright, but they'd have their own thoughts: a Black skilled in Patronus Charms wasn't one of them.

Regulus nodded. Indeed, all beautiful things were incompatible with Voldemort.

Death Eaters and Voldemort revere power, domination, and fear.

The Guardian Charm represents protection, hope, and positive emotions.

These two ideas are in conflict, and he still needs to navigate Voldemort's influence, so he can't expose this incompatibility too early.