The School Year Ends

For example, would infusing the calming Magic Power of the Calming Flower into the Fiendfyre reduce its ferocity?

Or conversely, could we add the Plant Magic Power to enhance its power?

He mentally reviewed all the Magical Plant he had learned about.

Calming Flower, soothing and calming; Gillyweed, irritating to the skin; Poison Tentacle, corrosive and paralyzing; Moonlight Orchid, dispelling darkness; Sunlight Ebony Shrub, purifying evil.

Each plant possesses unique Magic Power properties; if these properties were combined with Fiendfyre...

Adding the calming properties of the Calming Flower might quell the Fiendfyre, making it easier to control.

With the addition of Poison Tentacle, the Fiendfyre might have a corrosive effect, burning through not only matter but also Magic Power.

Adding the light-giving properties of the Sunlight Ebony Shrub might allow Fiendfyre to have a purifying effect.

If I add Dittany and then Fiendfyre, will it help heal the wound?

As for the Whomping Willow, it might make the Fiendfyre even more powerful.

But how do we integrate them?

Natural Magic Power and Fiendfyre are two completely conflicting properties. Forcibly fusing them could directly trigger an explosion. A balance needs to be found, or some kind of medium can be used for transition.

He then thought of the Starry Sky Imagery.

The Starry Sky Imagery can enhance regular spells; by incorporating a calm and vast imagery into the Shield Charm, the barrier becomes even more solid.

By incorporating the imagery of explosive destruction into the Reducto, its power is multiplied.

Is there any Starry Sky Imagery suitable for Restraints Fiendfyre?

Regulus thought of stars.

Stars also burn, but their burning is stable, continuous, and regular.

The immense mass generates gravity, Restraints the violent fusion reaction and allowing energy to be released smoothly in the form of light and heat.

The concept of gravitational constraint might be worth considering.

Of course, this is only a borrowing at the level of imagery.

He couldn't possibly simulate stellar gravity; that's the realm of astrophysics. I don't know if Magic could do it, but he certainly couldn't.

However, he can use the two core concepts of constraint and stability to construct a mental image to assist in controlling the Fiendfyre.

Regulus decided to give it a try.

He resummoned the Fiendfyre, shaping it into a bird, while maintaining control and shaping it, and simultaneously invoking the imagery of the constellation's restraint.

An image surfaced in my mind: a blazing fireball, enveloped by an invisible gravitational field; the flames raged, yet were Restraints to a fixed area, burning steadily.

He projected this image onto the Fiendfyre Bird.

The Fiendfyre Bird's body trembled violently.

The flames began to flicker erratically, double images appeared at the edges of the shape, the wings lengthened and shortened, and a cluster of Mars burst from the tail.

The overall shape began to evolve in a certain direction, but instead of becoming more refined, it became more regular.

It's as if some force is compressing the flames towards the center, making their form more concentrated.

But then, the Fiendfyre began to become unstable.

The restraining imagery and the expansionist tendency of the Fiendfyre instinct clashed fiercely.

The temperature at the core of the flame soared, its color shifting from orange-red to incandescent white, and the air in the Training Room began to distort.

Regulus felt his control rapidly slipping away; Fiendfyre was about to break free.

He immediately extinguished the flames.

The idea of stellar confinement is indeed useful, but he may have used it incorrectly or misjudged the intensity.

Fiendfyre is a cursed fire, not stellar fusion; forcibly applying the concept may backfire.

But this is indeed a direction, using the Starry Sky Imagery to assist in control, rather than simply relying on brute force.

Conversely, if he truly needed a Fiendfyre to burn everything to ashes, what imagery could be incorporated?

Supernova Explosion is a violent explosion at the end of a star's life, releasing energy equivalent to the total Radiation emitted by the star throughout its entire life.

That instantaneous, extreme burst of light, a light that destroys everything.

Or Black Hole, a gravitational trap from which even light cannot escape, devouring all matter and energy in its path.

These images cannot truly simulate celestial phenomena, but they may enhance the destructive properties of Fiendfyre.

When necessary, use imagery to guide the Fiendfyre to burn in a more extreme and thorough direction.

Of course, he can't do that yet.

The mental strength and control provided by Star Orbit Meditation, which illuminates four and a half stars, are not enough to support this level of imagery projection.

Perhaps it will be possible once all seven stars of Orion are fully illuminated, and once the Star Orbit Meditation system is truly mature.

At that time, the Fiendfyre Curse alone was enough to be considered powerful.

Regulus is far from possessing the level of control that Dumbledore and Voldemort had.

But he has a direction and time; if he can't do it now, he'll keep practicing.

He actually wanted to try sending Fiendfyre through the Spatial Channel. If he could teleport a Fiendfyre Bird behind an enemy and suddenly appear to attack, it would be a deadly surprise attack.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

The Fiendfyre is irrational; it has its own subjective biases.

In case, the moment he crosses the Spatial Channel, Fiendfyre thinks, "This passage is pretty good, I want to burn it down too," and then tries to burn another path through the Spatial Structure.

Then we don't know where it will fly to. It might be teleported to a predetermined location, get stuck in a spatial rift, or directly cause a spatial collapse.

The risk is too high; we cannot try it at this stage.

At 2 a. m., Regulus left the Room of Requirement and returned to his Dormitory.

The Corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing between the stone walls.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, casting dappled patterns of light on the ground through the stained glass.

Exam week is coming to an end, and the holidays are just around the corner.

He needs to plan this out carefully.

Arnold Belmont didn't return to Hogwarts until after his exams were over.

This incident caused some discussion within Slytherin, but it was limited to a few lame jokes among the upperclassmen.

The Belmont family's business probably wasn't big enough; they couldn't even buy an exam opportunity.

Maybe they're planning to move their whole family to Bulgaria.

Almost no one in the other houses cared; after all, there was always something new happening at Hogwarts, and the Thorne family Attacks was no longer being discussed.

Orion did not write a letter explaining the specifics, and in the Black family's view, this matter was probably something that could be dealt with casually and would not need to be mentioned again after it was over.

Regulus learned the rest from Narcissa: the Belmont family had handed over all their properties and smuggling routes in UK, and the family had moved to Eastern Europe with their accumulated Galleon.

It didn't specify which country.

The Black family didn't touch their money, firstly because it would seem unseemly, and secondly because how much of that money would remain outside depended on Belmont's abilities.

"They're scrambling for food," Narcissa said with a hint of sarcasm. "Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria... the xenophobia of Pureblood families there is no less than that of the UK."

If the Belmont family wants to establish themselves, they'll have to give back most of their Galleon as a toll; the rest, well, that's up to fate.

Regulus listened, then simply nodded without asking any further questions.

This is no longer his concern, nor does it require his attention.

When exam week ended and the results were announced, the Great Hall bulletin board was packed with people.

Regulus didn't join in the fun; he already knew the outcome.

Avery squeezed in, looked around, and came back with a nonchalant expression. "All O's, you're all O's."

Regulus grunted in response, not taking it seriously, and continued packing his luggage.

Tomorrow is a holiday, and tonight is the end-of-term dinner.

The Wizards went completely wild, their pent-up emotions from the entire exam week exploding, with figures running everywhere in the Corridor.

In the Common Room, someone was using Levitation Charm to toss pillows around, and several Hufflepuff were having a picnic on the grass by the Black Lake, their laughter audible from a great distance.

Avery took Alex and Hermes to play by the lake and asked Regulus if he wanted to go.

Regulus shook his head, picked up a few books that were due for borrowing, and headed towards the Library.

At times like this, the Library is practically empty, even the most studious Ravenclaw are enjoying the relaxation after their exams.

Madam Pince was dozing off behind the counter, her head nodding off.

Regulus walked to his usual window seat, and just ten minutes after sitting down, footsteps approached.

He looked up and saw Lily Evans standing at the table.

She wasn't wearing her school uniform today; instead, she wore a light blue dress, and her red hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, making her look much fresher.

"There aren't many people in the Library at this time of day," Lily said casually.

"You've come too." Regulus nodded.

Lily sat down opposite him, placing the book she was holding on the table—an advanced book on Potions.

She didn't open it immediately, but looked at him and asked the question she had been pondering for almost a month.

"Regulus, can you tell me why you treated that the Dark Lord that way?"

Regulus knew she was referring to Arnold Belmont.

When he last met her and Snape at the Library, he noticed the curiosity in Lily's eyes. She had been holding it in for so long, and finally asked.

Instead of answering directly, he asked in a gentle voice, "Then why do you think I did that?"

Lily blinked, looked at his expression, and suddenly laughed.

She didn't know why she wanted to laugh; perhaps it was because she remembered how Regulus had taught her that making friends was a two-way choice—so serious, so logical, like an adult.

Now that he's asking her again in the same tone, she finds it kind of amusing.