I'm Very Interested in Wands

That's the logic, Dumbledore made it sound so easy, but Regulus knew it wasn't that simple.

Regulus recalled the scene from just now: as the white light passed, all the faces and ice melted away.

Thinking back to himself, he realized that he had barely managed to hold off the attack even with almost all his strength.

The difference is so great that it's invisible to the naked eye.

However, it's possible to catch up.

"Macnair, Cuthbert, and Mr. Roxier are all in the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore the subject, looking down at Regulus with a gentle gaze.

Macnair is injured and needs treatment. He will only remember tonight's operation as a complete failure, not any further details.

Cuthbert and Roxier have arrived safely, though shaken; Madam Pomfrey says they'll be fine after a night's rest."

Then he asked, "Shall we go to the Hospital Wing to see them?"

Regulus shook his head, exhausted and mentally drained. "No, I want to go back to my Dormitory to rest."

He didn't ask what would happen to Macnair; he no longer wanted to know.

He didn't ask Hermes about the truth behind the curse; he wanted to wait for Hermes to tell him himself.

"Very well." Dumbledore didn't insist, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Saturday morning at 10 a. m., if you're free, perhaps we could chat in my office?"

Then he winked. "I have the best Ceylon Black Tea, it tastes good."

"I'd be happy to, Headmaster." Regulus nodded.

Dumbledore held out his arm, gesturing for him to take it. "I'll take you back to save time."

Regulus paused for a moment, then reached out and grasped the principal's arm.

The next instant, a strong spatial fluctuation came, but it was completely different from the squeezing sensation of Apparition, and there was no sense of slipping as with Spatial Warp.

He felt as if he were wrapped in a warm film, and the surrounding space instantly distorted and then displaced.

The passageway transformed like a canvas being rapidly stretched, instantly resembling the Slytherin common room.

The whole process was as smooth as breathing, without any dizziness or discomfort.

Dumbledore did not appear.

Regulus wondered to himself, was this high-level Space Magic that Dumbledore himself possessed, or a special privilege granted to the headmaster by Hogwarts Castle?

Was the headmaster demonstrating this Magic intentionally, or simply to make it easier to send him back?

Perhaps it's a combination of both, since the headmaster has most likely already realized that he's researching Space Magic, which could be a subtle form of guidance.

The Common Room was quiet, with the embers in the fireplace still emitting a faint warmth.

Regulus walked to the sofa and sat down, reflecting on his actions that evening; they had indeed been somewhat reckless.

Based solely on Hermes ' clues and Darren's unusual behavior, he led Avery and Alex into the passage.

They hadn't fully grasped the dangers behind the Stone Gate, nor had they anticipated that the power of the Plague Wand would far exceed their expectations.

The main problem was that Darren was too eager for quick success and rashly acted before even mastering the method to suppress the wand, disrupting his original plan.

Next time a similar situation arises, we must gather sufficient information and make thorough preparations before taking such a risk.

He then remembered Dumbledore's words.

It was just a beam of light, carrying a glimmer of brightness.

This reminded him of the Light Magic that had flashed into his mind before; light can not only illuminate, but also transmit signals.

Moreover, as Dumbledore said, it can also hold light.

Light is illumination, but Dumbledore is clearly referring to positive Magic Power, or Magic.

Thinking of this, Regulus habitually turned his attention to another direction.

Light is a medium; perhaps it can carry more than just light—can't it also carry darkness?

Black light is still light.

Light pierces through darkness, and darkness devours light.

This direction deserves further study.

And then there's Dumbledore's performance tonight—observing the whole thing without interfering, only taking action at the very last moment.

Regulus shook his head slightly inwardly; in his memory, this was the principal's style.

Although he didn't reveal much, it was crucial, and he had no one to blame but himself for being unprepared.

But upon closer reflection, it was all positive content: covering the rear, the Patronus.

This perfectly suited Dumbledore's taste.

If Starry Sky Kite had arrived even a second later, Dumbledore would have seen Fiendfyre.

Regulus's lips twitched slightly at the thought.

He had originally thought that his first in-depth conversation with the principal would take place in front of the Mirror of Erised, which reflected his true inner desires.

It was unexpected that it would unfold in such a peaceful manner after such a crisis.

But that's not bad either.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him. Regulus stood up, returned to his Dormitory, took off his robe and tossed it on a chair before lying down on his bed.

Soon, even breathing could be heard.

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Just as dawn broke, the Dormitory door was gently pushed open, and Avery and Alex returned.

The two men paused when they saw Regulus fast asleep, then tiptoed over.

But Regulus was awakened by the sound of footsteps and slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Avery asked, his voice low as he approached the bedside when he saw that he was awake.

"I'm fine." Regulus sat up. "Just a little tired."

Then, looking at Alex, she said softly, "You're welcome."

He glanced at Avery again and added, "Since I'm taking you there, I should make sure you're safe."

Regulus could see that the gratitude in Alex's eyes was genuine.

Unlike Alex, Avery was proactive from the start Avery showed great enthusiasm.

But Alex wasn't like that; he was passive, though now it seems he had no ulterior motives.

"The principal has taken care of it; there will be no further danger." Regulus stood up, his tone calm. "Macnair is also receiving treatment in the Hospital Wing. This matter is now closed."

Then he added, "Don't tell anyone."

That's what they said, but Regulus knew in his heart that this matter was not over yet.

However, the rest was not his concern; that was Dumbledore's business, after all, he was the headmaster.

It's unreasonable for the principal not to deal with someone causing trouble at school.

Especially now, failing to address the issue could be perceived as weakness.

Unless, Dumbledore other plans.

Avery and Alex exchanged a glance and nodded, without asking any further questions.

Having experienced last night's crisis, the two had complete trust in Regulus; when he said it was over, they believed it truly was over.

But even after the matter was over, some changes quietly occurred.

Regulus observed the changes in the two men and understood; the crisis had unexpectedly achieved its goal of team building.

Avery has shed his impetuousness and gained composure.

Alex overcame his timidity and gained more determination.

In their eyes, in addition to the previous trust, there was now a sense of belonging.

"Let's go have breakfast." Regulus took the lead and headed towards the Great Hall.

Avery and Alex immediately followed, their steps light and steady.

Regulus had not fully recovered and was still mentally exhausted, but his Magic Power had been replenished.

Classes will be held as usual during the day.

After his afternoon Charms Class, Regulus headed straight for the Library.

After what happened last night, he developed a strong interest in the magic wand.

He wasn't very interested in wands before, and he was quite skilled at Wandless Magic.

Ollivander said quite a bit when he sold him his staff: made of Blackthorn, with Dragon Heartstring core, twelve and a quarter inches long, and of decent elasticity.

Symbolizing power, explosiveness, and courage, it possesses strong Spellcasting power and is suitable for wizards with abundant Magic Power and a willingness to take risks.

It is compatible with Dark Arts and White Magic magic, and its compatibility with its the Master deepens with time spent together.

Ollivander commented that he was capable of great things.

However, it's standard equipment, nothing special.

Regulus thought at the time that a wand was just a tool, as long as it worked, there was no need to be too particular about it.

But now he's changed his mind.

The Plague Wand completely overturned his understanding of wands. He realized that wands were not just mediums for casting spells, but also containers, carriers of curses, and the crystallization of a certain craft.

He wanted to know more.

Deep inside the Library, in the Charms section, there are several rows of books about wands on the wall-mounted bookshelves.

Regulus glanced at the book title.

<Exploration of Wand Origins>

<The Resonance Principles of Wood and Core>

<Biographies of Famous Wandmakers>

He pulled out a book, "Non-Traditional Wands and Their Dangers," which was of moderate thickness and had a dark brown leather cover.

I took the book, walked to a seat by the window, and opened the table of contents.

Chapter One defines "non-traditional" as any production method that deviates from the Ollivander system.

Chapter Two discusses risks, and Chapter Three begins to introduce them in categories.

He turned to Chapter 3, which was titled "Emotion-Infused Wands".

The book says:

"... These wands are not based on the natural Magic Power resonance between the wood and the core, but rather on the forced infusion of strong emotions into the wand, making it a source of continuous emotional influence."

The production process often involves Dark Arts, requiring the extraction of emotions under specific conditions, and the sealing process is often accompanied by the sacrifice of life...

Here are some examples.