Germany's Witch Freya

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"I'll write down the key points and my understanding," Regulus simply said. "Keep it at home, and anyone who wants to study it can look at it themselves later."

Orion looked at him and nodded.

There was a more complex emotion in his eyes; he seemed to see the future of the family in his son, a future that was farther than he could ever imagine.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from one side of the Study; it was the door leading to the Training Room.

Gerald Hawk came out first, his robes dusty at the hem. He looked up, saw Regulus, and nodded casually.

"Mr. Black."

"Mr. Hawk," Regulus replied politely.

Hawk turned to Orion.

"Mr. Black, Sirius's training is over," he said calmly. "He has mastered basic Magic and can now use it very well."

Orion nodded, signaling him to continue.

Hawk added, his tone tinged with emotion, "Mr. Black, I must say once again, the Black family bloodline is truly..."

He shook his head, as if searching for the right word. "Highly talented, very highly talented."

Hearing this, Orion glanced at Regulus, then turned back to Hawk, politely thanking him for his hard work and saying that further arrangements would be announced later.

Hawk nodded, took his leave, and departed.

The Study door closed.

Orion and Regulus looked at each other, and the Study was silent for a few seconds.

Hawk praised Sirius's high talent.

That's right, Sirius is indeed highly talented. Among the young wizards Hawk has ever met, he is probably one of the best.

But Hawk didn't know what truly gifted people looked like.

Just moments ago in the Study, without a sound or cane, with an invisible spell, the man who nearly made the current head of the Black family lose his footing was now standing before him, politely addressing him as "Mr. Hawk."

Neither father nor son spoke, but there was a hint of a smile in their eyes.

A moment later, the Training Room door opened again, Sirius came out.

His steps were unsteady, each step feeling like walking on cotton, his body leaning to the side, needing to hold onto the door frame to keep his balance.

The robe he was wearing had several burn marks, the edges were curled and blackened, and a corner was missing from the left shoulder.

A lock of his hair was singed, curled into a ball, and emitted a burnt smell. His face was pitch black, with sweat and soot mixed together, making it almost impossible to see his original skin color.

Then he saw Regulus sitting there, and his body instantly stiffened.

It was an instinctive action, completely without thinking; he simply didn't want to appear pathetic in front of Regulus.

Regulus had seen him in such a disheveled state more than once.

Some of them were given to him personally by Regulus.

Sirius withdrew his hand from the wall and let it hang at his side, struggling to steady himself, though his knees were still trembling slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something.

Regulus, where have you been these days?

Regulus, did you also lick Voldemort's boots like Bellatrix?

Regulus, do you even know how outrageous Walburga has been while you were away?

But his mouth opened and then closed again, the words stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

He just stood there, looking at Regulus, and Regulus looked back at him.

He didn't say a word.

Then he looked away and continued walking forward, step by step, very slowly, but without leaning against the wall again.

He walked out of the Study, and the door closed behind him.

Regulus and Orion remained silent, simply watching him leave and the door close.

A few seconds of silence filled the Study before Regulus looked away. "Father, I'm going back."

Orion didn't answer. Regulus got up to leave, and only then did he speak, "Are we still practicing Magic?"

Regulus stopped and shook his head. "No need."

Magic definitely needs to be practiced. The path of Magic is vast and boundless, with ever-higher peaks waiting to be reached. How could one not practice?

Now, there's no need to shut yourself away and do research on your own anymore.

The Severing Charm is complete, Spatial Warp is mastered, Fiendfyre control is stable. I've done everything I needed to do during the holiday, except for Star Orbit Meditation.

The next step is to test these Magic in real combat, to verify their value in actual battles.

In an uncertain environment, see if you can apply what you've researched and what the actual results are.

And to find an opportunity to illuminate Bellatrix.

Orion looked at him, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment, then he nodded. "Rest at home for a week. There are plans for next week."

Regulus nodded. "Okay."

He turned and left, his steps steady, his figure disappearing behind the gate.

One morning in mid-July, after breakfast, Orion brought Regulus to the Drawing Room.

The Drawing Room located in the east wing of the house, and it was not frequently used except for receiving guests of important status.

A fire burned in the fireplace, and an oil painting of a North Sea Storm hung on the wall, depicting surging waves with a sailboat struggling on the crest of one wave.

They sat down on the sofa by the window, and not long after, Kreacher pushed open the door and came in, followed by another person.

"The Master, young the Master, the guests have arrived."

"The Master, young the Master, the guests have arrived."

Regulus looked up; it was a witch.

Standing at approximately 188 centimeters tall, he stood there with the upright posture of a young oak tree.

Her platinum blonde hair was braided and tied at the back of her head, without a single stray hair falling out. Her facial features were clear, with a high nose bridge, a sharp jawline, and a calm and sharp gaze.

She was wearing a wizard's hunting outfit, dark gray, well-tailored, cinched at the waist, with leather padding on the shoulders, and the contours of her muscles were visible beneath the fabric.

Smooth, firm, and full of power.

He stood there, imposing and aloof, yet exuding an indescribable handsomeness.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties.

Her Magic Power was profound, flowing steadily around her like a tide, unassuming yet instantly recognizable to anyone who sensed it. She was a powerful witch.

Orion stood up. "Freya von Eisenhardt."

He then turned to Regulus: "This is Regulus."

Regulus rose and bowed slightly.

Eisenhardt, he knew this family.

The Germany Pureblood families holds a prominent position in the Norse Wizarding World, comparable to the Black family in UK.

The Eisenhardt Family controls most of the cultivation and trade of Magic pearls in the North Sea, has deep roots in the Germany Ministry of Magic, and has been linked to several ancient German and Austrian families through generations of marriage.

Regulus had seen their profiles in the foreign Pureblood families archives in the family Library.

The Eisenhardt Family's history dates back to the 13th century.

Unlike the Pure-bloods UK, they are not keen on socializing and showing off; they are more reserved and pragmatic.

The family motto is that actions speak louder than words, and each generation of the Patriarch is known for his calmness, efficiency, and precise decision-making.

During the period of Grindelwald's rise to power, the Eisenhardt Family chose neutrality.

But unlike those neutral fence-sitters, they truly managed to stay out of it.

They neither supported the Acolytes nor joined the International Confederation of Wizards's crackdown; they simply stayed in their own little corner of the North Sea, focusing on doing their own thing.

Grindelwald's men approached them, supposedly wanting to use the North Sea shipping route to transport something, but they were refused.

However, the refusal was handled gently, while a generous gift was offered, which was considered quite polite.

After that, Eisenhardt and Grindelwald reached a subtle understanding: no cooperation, no hostility, and no interference from each other.

After the war, they were not purged because there was indeed no evidence that they had participated in Acolytes activities.

The International Confederation of Wizards investigated the matter and could only conclude that it was strictly neutral.

When Regulus read this history, he knew in his heart that this family was not only pragmatic, but also very intelligent.

In an era of black and white thinking, to avoid offending either side and clear one's name, power alone was not enough; it also required astute political judgment.

The Germany concept of Pure-bloods differs from that of the UK.

UK Pure-bloods like to emphasize the purity of their bloodline, enjoy building social circles, and like to promote the Pure-blood supremacy in various occasions.

No matter how much they belittle Muggle, they still retain the flamboyant style of the British Empire from its heyday.

In Germany, strength and ability are valued more. Bloodline is important, of course, but more important is whether one can shoulder the responsibilities of the family and make the right decisions at critical moments.

They also engaged in marriage alliances, but the purpose of these alliances was solely to consolidate their power, not to prove the purity of their bloodline.

This difference is related to the history of witchcraft in both countries.

The UK Pure-bloods tradition emphasizes the decorum of old-school aristocracy, with generations confined to the British Isles. While they may intermarry with wizarding families on the Europe continent, they still believe their own family's rules are the most authentic.

Over time, this fosters a pretentious and conservative attitude.

Located in the heart of Europe, Germany has historically dealt with various forces, experiencing both losses and gains, gradually developing its pragmatic approach to governance.

Regulus pondered these thoughts, his gaze lingering on Freya.