Power Should Be Pursued

Chapter update reminder: Chapter 124 Power Should Be Pursued, address.

The week of Easter holidays soaked Hogwarts up.

The young wizards strolled lazily down the Corridor, unopened candy wrappers were piled up in the corner of the Common Room, and even the green light of the Black Lake seemed languid.

Regulus was the first to return to the Dormitory; Avery and Alex had to take the train and wouldn't arrive until evening.

Hermes was not in his Dormitory; no one knew where he had gone.

After a short rest, Regulus went straight to the Library.

Madam Pince was wiping the top shelf on the ladder, the feather duster kicking up fine dust.

Regulus walked to the Ancient Runes section and pulled out the <Detailed Explanation of Norse Runic script- Related Protective Magic>.

The book's pages were slightly curled at the edges, and a yellowed library card fell out when it was opened; the last entry was in 1962.

He read all morning. There weren't many young wizards in the Great Hall at noon, so after lunch, he continued reading in the afternoon.

As dusk fell, candles were lit in the Great Hall, and the long tables gradually filled. Avery and Alex squeezed in through the door, their robes still damp with rain.

They saw Regulus, quickly walked over, and sat down.

"You're up early," Avery sat down. "Our carriage got caught in a downpour halfway there."

Alex pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face. "It's almost May, and it's still so cold."

Regulus cut off a piece of chicken leg. "Scotland weather is never reasonable."

The dishes were plentiful, with the fat from the roast beef seeping into the mashed potatoes and Pumpkin Juice sloshing in a silver pot.

Dumbledore rose from the Staff Table, his long silver beard swaying across his chest.

"The holidays were wonderful," his voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, "But they're over now, OLs and students, you have less than two months left to review."

The younger students should also get back to their studies. Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn asked me to remind you that your papers for Transfiguration and Potions Class are due next week.

A few whistles came from the Gryffindor table, James Potter waved his fork above his head, Sirius tilted his head back and gulped down some Pumpkin Juice, and the two bumped shoulders and laughed.

When Regulus's gaze swept over, Sirius was wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. When their eyes met, his smile froze for a moment before he turned his head away, his black hair whipping around in an arc.

Regulus looked away.

Avery leaned closer and lowered his voice. "I told my family about it during the holidays."

He poked at the peas on his plate with his fork, glancing towards the Staff Table to make sure no one was watching.

Alex also stopped chewing.

"After hearing this, my father locked me in the house for five whole days." Avery's voice held a hint of smugness. "He forced me to practice the Shield Charm, eight hours a day, until my wand got hot."

He gestured with his chin toward Hermes: "Now I can use it too."

Hermes slowly and methodically cut the Steak, the blade making a sharp, grating sound as it sliced across the Porcelain Plates.

Without even lifting his eyelids, he asked, "Didn't your family say anything about what happened after that?"

"I did." Avery put down his fork and turned to Regulus with a serious expression.

"My father asked me to convey his thanks to you. He said he would personally go to Grimmauld Place and speak with Mr. Black."

"Mr. Cuthbert, you're too kind," Regulus said.

Alex swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his hands on his robe, and then spoke, "My family... reacts Taiyi."

He whispered, "After hearing this, Father only said that I must not mention it again, and not to anyone."

He stole a glance at Regulus, his face slightly flushed. "But he also told me to thank him, and said, 'Thank you for taking care of me.'"

Regulus nodded. "Mr. Roxier, you're too kind."

Hermes put down his knife and fork, and the Silver Instruments clinked against the edge of the Porcelain Plates.

"I want to find a place to practice Magic," he said, looking at Regulus. "Let's go tonight."

Regulus knew what he was talking about: the Room of Requirement, and also, he wanted to train with him.

Avery and Alex stopped what they were doing, and all three pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Regulus picked up his glass and took a sip of Pumpkin Juice, the warm, sweet taste sliding down his throat.

"Are you going or not?" he asked, looking at Avery and Alex.

Avery and Alex exchanged glances. Avery nodded first, and Alex followed with a soft "Mmm."

"Then let's rest for now," Regulus said. "Meet at eight o'clock in front of the Tapestry on the Seventh Floor."

On the way back to the Slytherin common room, Avery was talking about the holiday Quidditch Match, Alex chimed in, asking for details.

Regulus walked half a step ahead, listening to the voices behind him, his mind wandering to other thoughts.

Hermes' desire for power was urgent, almost greedy.

That's true, everyone deserves power, but Hermes's approach is different.

In his mind, Dark Arts was the true power—the kind of power that could tear flesh apart, drain marrow, and force people to their knees.

Even with Regulus using the Shield Charm to block the Blood Boil and crushing the Shadow Binding Tentacles with an invisible barrier, Hermes still believed that Dark Arts was the true pursuit.

This understanding is deeply ingrained and ingrained.

Regulus did not deny the effectiveness of Dark Arts; it was indeed quick, easy to learn, and easy to use.

With a single incantation, a flash of light, and the opponent falls.

You don't need to practice Transfiguration for years, memorize hundreds of Potions recipes, or even have precise control over your Magic Power.

As long as you dare to recite it and have enough Magic Power, it can be used.

But for most wizards, Dark Arts is like borrowed power; it's easy to borrow, but you have to pay interest when you have to repay it.

Interest could be rationality, emotional stability, or it could be suddenly finding yourself smiling at yourself in the mirror one day, yet not recognizing the person in the mirror.

Regulus thought of Abros Mulciber.

It's no secret that the Mulciber family is known for its use of Dark Arts.

Their ancestral home's Basement may be filled with Dark Arts props, and their family education may have started from the age of six, introducing them to the principles of curses.

Growing up in such an environment, Hermes naturally recognized the importance of strength at a young age.

To put it even more dramatically, it's about the importance of dying without power.

Therefore, he was impatient, and therefore, he was greedy.

But Avery and Alex are different from Hermes.

For them, Magic is like air; they are born breathing it, so they never think about practicing breathing.

Children of Pureblood families are all like this; awakening their Magic Power is almost inevitable, receiving Hogwarts Acceptance Letter from Hogwarts is inevitable, and learning basic spells is inevitable.

Everything is a preordained path; the scenery along the way has been familiar since childhood, and it's long lost its novelty.

They would practice the Shield Charm because their families required it, and they would follow Regulus to the Room of Requirement because he led the way.

But if no one pushes them, they'd rather Wizard's Chess in the lounge or figure out how to House-elf in the Kitchen into giving them more pudding.

It's not their fault.

Regulus recalled Walburga's upbringing, instilling in her the Pure-blood supremacy and the glory of the Black, but never explaining why one should become stronger.

In her view, power is a gift bestowed by bloodline, like the Galleon in the vault—something one is born with and only needs to inherit.

Therefore, the laziness of Avery and Alex is essentially due to the absence of the most crucial element in their education.

No one told them that Magic is not an inheritance, and that you need to work hard to acquire it, otherwise it might suddenly betray you when you need it to save your life someday.

They were indeed tense for a while after the Astronomy Tower Incident.

Avery would get up early every day to practice spells, while Alex would stay up until midnight engrossed in the "Standard Spells" book.

But the fear would fade, and a month later, Avery began to complain about why he still had to practice the Slowing Charm.

Alex gradually gave way to collecting Chocolate Frog Card in his study time.

Regulus remained silent.

He can command; given his current position, a simple command like "practice two extra hours every day" will be obeyed.

But that's pointless. You can't practice accurate spells with your wrists forced to be raised, and the spells you've been supervised to memorize will be the first ones you forget in actual combat.

You have to reach out and grab for your own strength.

Those who can't reach something either haven't fallen enough, or they simply don't want to reach it at all.

At 5:50, the four people gathered in the Corridor on the Seventh Floor.

The wall opposite the Tapestry of a Troll Clubbing Barnabas the Barmy was bare, and the candlestick cast a flickering shadow.

"I need a place where I can practice Magic."

Regulus silently repeated the command three times to himself and began to pace.

A door frame appears on the wall.

Pushing open the door, you'll find a spacious Training Room inside.

The floor was covered with dark wood flooring, the walls were upholstered, and the ceiling was high with several smokeless torches hanging from it.

Several Wooden Dummy targets stood on one side of the room, while on the other side was Weapon Rack, which was empty, with entwined snake patterns carved on it.

Avery whistled.

Regulus entered the room, raising his hand as his wand slid from his sleeve into his palm. "Let's start with the Shield Charm, Avery. Show us what you've accomplished during your vacation."

Avery stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath, and raised his wand.

"Protego!"

A burst of Silver Light erupted from the tip of his staff, quickly spreading into a semi-transparent barrier.

It has an irregular shape, with edges that ripple like water, but it has indeed taken shape.

The barrier lasted for nearly a minute before cracks began to appear, and then shattered into Light Point the next second.

Avery gasped for breath, sweat beading on his forehead, but his eyes gleamed. "How was it?"

"Your Magic Power output is unstable." Regulus approached and lightly tapped his wrist with his wand. "You're using too much force. The Shield Charm doesn't need to be opened with brute force; you need to guide the Magic Power to flow within the barrier."

He demonstrated by raising his wand; without chanting a spell, a thin silver film instantly expanded, becoming smooth as a mirror. "See, relax your wrist."

Avery tried a second time; this time the barrier was thinner and lasted for another half minute before dissipating.

Alex whispered beside him, "I... I can't use it yet."

"Then let's start with the Lumos." Regulus turned to him. "But don't just focus on lighting the tip of the staff; try controlling the brightness, from the dimmest to the brightest, in ten increments, each lasting three seconds."

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