Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

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Regulus lay in the darkness, the thick, dark green curtains surrounding the bed to create a closed space, isolating it from all light and sound.

The only sounds were his own steady breathing and the soft ticking of the pocket watch beside his pillow.

His eyes were open, his pupils slowly dilating in the darkness.

Abros Murseb's last look kept replaying in my memory.

Warning, but why?

Hermes has fallen; the mission has stopped at the final step, and he is out of the game.

Abros appeared with the family's magic potion, which means the treatment will be accelerated and Hermes may soon regain consciousness.

The person hiding in the shadows doesn't have much time left. They must complete their exploration before Hermes speaks, or silence Hermes forever.

But Abros chose to go along with the flimsy lie about the fourth-floor armor room.

The Astronomical Tower is located on the fourth floor of the west wing tower, on the east side, and it runs almost across the entire castle.

Dragging an unconscious person this far couldn't have been for the simple purpose of providing medical treatment, or for Hermes to be discovered in time.

It's just a way to distract oneself.

Abros knew about the Astronomical Tower, but chose to remain silent.

Abros knows who his accomplices are, but he won't say.

He would rather let his son lie in bed, let the murderer continue to move freely, and even watch helplessly as the other party completes what Hermes did not finish and takes away the results behind the stone door.

This is illogical.

Unless taking the results is itself beneficial to the Murseb family.

Or at least, the cost of ruining this is greater than watching the results be taken away.

Regulus considered two possibilities.

The first option is for Abros to wait until the other party gets the item, and then take it back from outside the school.

There are far too many instances of betrayal within pure-blood families, with one family plotting against another.

What follows is the exchange of bargaining chips at the negotiating table, changes in the numbers at Gringotts Vault, or the green light of a wand tip shining in a dark alley.

He couldn't do anything inside the castle; the walls of Hogwarts were too high.

But once the items leave the school gates, reach the back alley, the other party's home, or those corners where the law doesn't apply, it becomes much easier to snatch them back.

When we settle accounts then, we'll demand retribution for the injuries our son suffered and the disgrace our family has borne, with interest.

The second possibility is that Abros dares not expose them.

Because the people behind them are people the Murseb family can't afford to offend.

That might not be a parallel conflict between families; perhaps there is a higher will pressing down from above.

Hermes' injury was the price to pay, and continuing the mission was an order he could only obey, not resist.

Is it a secret society that has already taken shape?

Is it a powerful figure in the pureblood circle whose words carry more weight than the family head?

Or simply—

He stopped.

These deductions are not complicated. If he could think of them, why couldn't Slughorn? Why couldn't Dumbledore see them?

Looking back now, I realize that every word Professor Slughorn said in his office that day, his instructions about the unusual situation, was pointed out.

As for Dumbledore, every unusual occurrence in the castle would eventually come to his attention in some form.

But the principal did nothing.

Why?

Either Dumbledore thought the matter was still within the realm of student squabbles and not worth intervening in, or he was waiting.

Let the things behind the scenes surface on their own, let the cracks within the pureblood families widen further, and let the roots that have grown in the shadows be exposed to the sunlight.

If it is indeed the latter, then what he is doing now is very likely going straight down the path that Dumbledore has tacitly approved.

......

On the morning of the fifth day, Avery was awakened by the rustling sound of Alex putting on his shoes.

He mumbled as he turned over, reaching for the pocket watch on the bedside table before even opening his eyes.

Regulus was already sitting at his desk. Outside the window, the dark lake was gloomy, with occasional bioluminescent jellyfish swimming by, their green light shattering into pieces in the ripples.

Avery sat up, scratching his messy hair. "Going to the medical wing again today?"

"I'm not going." Regulus turned to face them.

"Abros is here. Unless his accomplice is stupid, he won't go back. Besides, Hermes might wake up in the next two or three days. The enemy doesn't have much time left."

Avery's eyes lit up: "So he's going to make his move soon?"

"Perhaps," Regulus nodded.

Alex looked up at Regulus, his lips pressed into a thin line, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Regulus looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Actually... there's someone who goes to the medical wing to see Hermes every day."

Regulus nodded, letting him continue.

"It looked like a regular visit; they stood for a while and then left without saying a word."

Alex's voice was a little weak: "But after Mr. Mooreseber came yesterday, that man never went back."

"Who?" Regulus asked.

"Darren McNeil, fourth grade."

Avery straightened his robes, his brow furrowing. "The McNeil family? Don't they specialize in dark magic items and ancient artifacts?"

Regulus leaned back in his chair and lightly tapped his finger on the armrest.

The McNeil family.

Their family has been studying the creation and deciphering of black magic artifacts for generations, and they are especially skilled at dealing with dangerous objects imbued with ancient magic.

Several shops in Knockturn Alley are supplied by McNeil's family. At least 30% of the cursed items in Borgin-Bock's shop with their exorbitant prices have been processed or authenticated by them.

Darren McNeill is the second son of this generation; his eldest son died a few years ago in an accident during a dark magic experiment.

However, this is the version published in The Daily Prophet; the version circulating privately within the pureblood community is even bloodier.

In short, Darren is now effectively the eldest son, and family resources will be tilted towards him.

The Murseb family is also known for their research in black magic, though their focus differs, their core areas overlap.

It would be perfectly normal for the two institutions to collaborate off-campus, such as jointly exploring the ruins of an ancient wizard or deciphering the laboratory left behind by a master of black magic.

If they discover clues during their exploration that point to something hidden beneath the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower.

The logic behind the collaboration between the members of the Soyao faction at school is perfectly sound.

In pure-blood families, it's commonplace for one side to betray the other and try to monopolize the spoils of cooperation until the very last moment.

Regulus looked at Alex: "This discovery is very important."

"Well done," Regulus added.

Alex's shoulders relaxed a little. His lips moved, but he didn't speak. However, a light flashed in his eyes, faint yet obvious.

Avery was pacing back and forth in front of the sofa, his fists clenching and unclenching: "I knew it! It must have been them!"

"Those McNeils are always so gloomy, messing around with all those broken boxes and junk jars—"

“This is just speculation,” Regulus interrupted him. “There is no evidence.”

"What other evidence do you need?" Avery turned around, his eyes wide. "He's avoiding Abros, isn't that a sign of a guilty conscience?"

"There are many reasons why someone might feel guilty," Regulus said in his unchanged tone. "Maybe he just doesn't want to get into trouble, or maybe he has nothing to do with this at all and just happened to skip it yesterday."

We need conclusive evidence, not guesswork.

Avery opened his mouth, but in the end, he silently sat back down on the bed.

Alex spoke up then, his voice even weaker: "Then...shouldn't we tell the professor?"

Avery immediately turned to look at him: "Tell the professor? And then what? Have the professor arrest McNeil, ask him a few questions, and put him in solitary confinement for a few days?"

What about what's behind that stone door? Don't you want to know what's inside?

Alex's face paled, his fingers twisted together again, and after a few seconds of silence, he whispered, "I...don't want to know."

He was telling the truth, Regulus could see it; there was genuine fear in his eyes—fear of the unknown, of danger, of anything that might shatter their peaceful lives.

But after Alex finished speaking, he looked at Regulus, as if awaiting a verdict.

Regulus neither nodded nor shook his head. He stood up, the hem of his robe hanging down, the fabric rustling softly as it rubbed together.

Regulus went to the window, his back to the two men, and looked at his reflection: "Avery is right, tell the professor that this matter ends here."

He turned around again, his gaze landing on Alex's face.

"Of course, you can choose to withdraw, attend classes as usual, eat, do your homework, and act as if nothing happened. What happens afterward is none of your business."

Alex froze.

His lips trembled, his eyes darted between Regulus and Avery, before finally settling back on his fingers.

After a long while, long enough that Avery was about to lose his patience and speak, Alex looked up.

"I...I'll go with you."

The voice was very soft and trembling.

Regulus nodded without saying anything more.

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