Against Heaven's Will

The Wailing Wand is infused with the dying howls of battlefield dead; the wielder will hear these screams continuously, eventually leading to a mental breakdown.

The Oath Wand, infused with the remorse of a betrayer when exposed, amplifies the suspicion of those around them, inciting infighting within the group.

The Relic Wand, infused with the ecstasy of martyrs at their execution, instills in its wielder a powerful urge for self-sacrifice, potentially leading them to actively seek death.

The absence of Plague Wand Regulus means that these examples aren't obscure enough, and that they're not mentioned in a single book.

Regulus continued flipping through the pages, examining them carefully and pausing occasionally to think.

What these wands have in common is that they deviate from the norm.

They are no longer tools to help wizards cast spells better, but creations with special effects, which often come at a cost.

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Turn to a chapter about the interaction between the wand and its wielder.

The author wrote:

"... The wand chooses the wizard, but the wizard also shapes the wand. Over time, the wizard's Magic Power properties, spellcasting habits, and even personality traits will leave their mark on the wand when the same wand is used for a long time."

In extreme cases, the wand will gradually adapt to the wielder, producing subtle changes...

Regulus thought of his wand.

Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring Staff Core, 12 1/4 inches.

But after using it for more than half a year, have there been any changes?

He usually emphasizes control and precision when casting spells, resulting in a stable and refined output of Magic Power.

Could these characteristics also leave their mark on the wand?

Possibly.

As darkness fell outside the window, he closed his book; it was time to go have dinner.

After dinner Regulus did not go to the Library, nor did he intend to go to the Forbidden Section or the Room of Requirement.

He needs rest.

My body is lying in bed, but my mind is racing.

He closed his eyes and began to take stock.

Shield Charm, Reducto, Disarming Charm, Levitation Charm, Repairing Charm, Fire-Making Spell, Exploding Charm, Cutting Curse, Accio...

He can count a hundred basic spells.

He has mastered Apparition and the Patronus Charm, as well as other high-level spells.

Transfiguration can complete the Elemental Reconstruction; Space Magic explores the edge of Warp; Star Orbit Meditation illuminates four and a half stars.

Natural Magic can guide the life force of plants, Legilimency can create Mental Labyrinth.

The Dark Arts have mastered the Three Unforgivable Curses, and have even considered and studied their variants.

He understands the incantation, gestures, and techniques of the Fiendfyre Curse, but he has never actually used it; however, he could use it if he wanted to.

The list is long, and each item is flashing through my mind, but the image of the Astronomy Tower remains vivid.

Grey Mist, human faces, endless.

All he could do at that moment was activate his Shield Charm and stand there.

The wand was in his hand, and a list of spells flashed through his mind, but he couldn't choose a single one that worked.

Impedimenta? Incendio? Confringo? Shattering Curse?

Or did Dumbledore Accio?

The Fiendfyre Curse can burn, but once it's released, it'll cause another disaster if it gets out of control.

And the key issue is that there are too many faces.

A face collided with it; the Shield Charm consumed a portion of its Magic Power, and the Mental Barrier bore a portion of the pressure.

Ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand.

Every face is screaming, releasing despair and pain; those negative emotions themselves are eroding the barrier.

His Magic Power is like a dam, Grey Mist is like a continuously rising flood. No matter how strong the dam is, the water level will eventually overflow the top of the dam.

wipe out?

Of course.

Even each human face that collided with the Shield Charm would dissipate.

But the next face immediately emerged from the Grey Mist, as if it had never disappeared.

The source is behind the Stone Gate, in that magic wand. Without cutting off the source, all attacks are futile.

He then realized something he had been overlooking: attribute counters.

Darkness, despair, pain.

These things, composed purely of negative Magic Power, have limited effects with conventional Magic.

The Shield Charm is Magic Power barrier that can block physical impacts and spells, but its effectiveness against emotional corruption is reduced.

The Reducto can shatter rocks, but it cannot disperse a clump of pent-up resentment.

Just as water can extinguish fire, it cannot extinguish the high-temperature airflow in a wildfire.

Regulus remembered the Plague Wand from when Dumbledore introduced it.

70,000 people.

In northern Italy, in Bolzano and the surrounding villages, the Black Death is compounded by Plague Curse of Dark Arts.

Each infected person dies after weeks of torment, all of their final suffering extracted, compressed, condensed, and sealed away by Valentino Solito.

Seventy thousand strands of despair were twisted into one, poured into the staff made of a mixture of Black Walnut Wood and finger bones.

It is certainly powerful; the negative Magic Power of 70,000 people is enough to sustain a cursed domain that lasts for hundreds of years.

That's like 70,000 beggar- Dementor.

But it is not invincible. The Lord of Water-Strengthening said: This book!

Dumbledore caught it with just two fingers, as if he were picking up a fallen leaf.

There must be something in the headmaster's sleeve, or some kind of Magic, that has isolated the wand from the outside world.

Even his Magic Power itself is the most powerful vessel, enveloping the wand within it.

Regulus envisioned a world map in his mind, a Muggle kingdom composed of several small islands, prone to Volcano and earthquakes, situated on a collision zone between two continents.

The despair of 70,000 people can create Plague Wand.

What about 100 million people?

The thought arose, but was immediately suppressed.

Too abstract, and too dangerous.

Moreover, it is against the natural order and the will of Heaven.

But another idea emerged: to deal with things with such extreme attributes, we should either use equivalent extreme attributes to clash with them, or use a higher-level concept to cover them up.

The only extreme-attribute Magic he possessed was the Patronus Charm.

He could clearly feel that purity, the yearning for freedom, the longing for the vast world, and the instinct to break through all barriers.

It is the ultimate concentration of positive emotions, naturally restraining negative Magic Power.

Therefore, human faces fear it; upon contact with the silvery-white light, they dissipate.

The essence of the Patronus Charm is profound.

As mentioned in the original work, many adult wizards are unable to summon a physical Patronus in their lifetime; being able to manifest mist is considered quite good.

It needs more than just happy memories; it needs a steadfast, bright spiritual core that can illuminate the darkness.

His Starry Sky Kite can disperse, but dispersing is not the same as eliminating.

Faces can regenerate because the source remains.

His Patronus is more like a lamp, illuminating the surroundings and temporarily repelling the darkness.

To purify an entire Grey Mist with a single ray of light, like Dumbledore did, what would be needed is not a lamp, but a sun.

The difference is evident.

Another approach is to use Fiendfyre.

Fiendfyre is indiscriminate in its nature; it devours everything—wood, stone, Magic, and even fragments of souls.

Whether you're black or white, once burned, only ashes remain.

This may reveal a more fundamental philosophy of Magic: when opposing attributes cannot be resolved, existence or non-existence is used to cover them up.

What does Fiendfyre symbolize?

Regulus thought that perhaps it was pure destruction, a more primal impulse to reduce everything to nothingness.

It sits atop a hierarchy of opposing attributes because it belongs to no particular faction; it is simply the end itself.

But that's precisely why it's dangerous; it can burn the enemy's things, but it can also burn itself.

Therefore, it is classified as Dark Arts.

But Regulus believes it's not black at all.

Regulus opened his eyes and stared at the patterns on the top of the bed curtains.

Dumbledore chose to solve the problem with light, and deliberately made sure that Dumbledore could see it.

The beam of light was gentle and natural, and the Grey Mist silently dissipated wherever it passed.

The headmaster certainly has other methods, he definitely knows Fiendfyre, he certainly knows Dark Arts, not to mention the Patronus.

But he chose the most restrained, and also the most correct, option.

Light, huh?

Regulus's lips twitched, but his expression remained unchanged.

He knew what Dumbledore was conveying: there are countless paths to Magic, and I chose this one because I believed it was more worthwhile.

Dumbledore wasn't demonstrating power; he was demonstrating choice.

The methods need to be supplemented.

We need to study Magic with extreme attributes, and deepen our understanding of higher-level overlay techniques like Fiendfyre, but we can't be haphazard.

Star Orbit Meditation is the foundation, Natural Magic and Space Magic are the direction, and everything else follows the rhythm.

There's no use in rushing him; he's only in first grade, there's still time.

The next morning, Regulus, Avery, and Alex went to the Hospital Wing.

Hermes awoke, Madam Pomfrey said the curse had worn off, but he was still very weak.

When they entered the ward, Hermes was leaning against the pillow, his face ashen, his eyes sunken, and he looked as if half of his bones had been removed, so thin that his robe hung loosely on his body.

Regulus walked to the bedside and stopped. Hermes lifted his eyelids to look at him, his eyes showing little emotion, only weariness.

"Take good care of him," Regulus said.

His tone was flat, without any extra concern or deliberate distance; it was just a simple greeting.

Avery stood slightly behind Regulus, his back straighter than usual.

When he looked at Hermes, he raised his chin slightly and didn't say anything, but the meaning of "I'll take care of the thing that almost killed you" was practically slammed into Hermes through his eyes.

He remembered Regulus's instructions not to say more, but in the end he couldn't help himself.

"You can't do it either," Avery said, his voice low but his words clear.

Hermes turned his eyes to him, but did not refute.

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