Voldemort's Not All That

For the next ten days, Scorched Rock Town remained calm, and the Abyssal Whisper never reappeared.

During this time, Regulus enjoyed a rare period of peace and quiet.

Three patrols are conducted daily, morning, noon, and evening. Together with Freya, they walk around the perimeter of Reef Town to check the condition of the protective Rune and confirm that there are no abnormal Magic Fluctuation.

He made his own arrangements for the rest of the time, sometimes strolling around the town, visiting each of the shops along the stone-paved streets.

The shop selling Magic materials had pearl powder and seaweed extract, which were unique to the North Sea. The owner was a taciturn, elderly wizard who simply nodded when he saw him and continued to fiddle with the goods in his hands.

The shopkeeper who sold groceries was more talkative, asking him in heavily accented English where he was from, how old he was, and how long he had been staying there.

Regulus responded politely, saying he was eighteen. The proprietress looked at his face carefully, then shook her head and mumbled something in German.

He spends most of his time in the Cabin; he still has a lot to practice.

The Severing Charm needs further refinement; the switching between the two forms should be effortless and seamless.

The coordination between Spatial Warp and Spatial Anchor still needs adjustment, and he tried to involve Mental Splitting Technique in it.

The Fiendfyre's precision control remains at the level of three small birds, but the splitting speed and control accuracy can still be optimized.

He also carried the notebook that Professor McGonagall had given him, and would flip through a few pages every night before bed.

Those dynamic geometric figures moved across the paper, changing shape, and Regulus was already able to glean something from them.

These ten days were simple: patrolling, going out to sea, practicing, and flipping through notes.

As he spent more time with Freya, they would occasionally go to that little tavern for dinner together.

Anyone who spends enough time with Regulus, unless they pay special attention to his appearance, will not treat him like a child.

Demeanor, temperament, speech, and views on things—these are all there, and you'll naturally sense them after spending time with them.

There's no need to deliberately show off maturity and composure; people will naturally overlook his age.

Freya's opinion of him is also changing.

One day, after a patrol, they stood on the edge of a cliff watching the sunset when Freya suddenly said, "You remind me of someone."

Regulus turned to look at her, but she didn't continue speaking, her gaze fixed on the distant sea, lost in thought.

From Freya's perspective, this boy was indeed extraordinary.

Through their conversation, she discovered that his understanding of Magic not only surpassed his age but also that of most wizards she knew.

Of course, it wasn't all of them, but it was enough for her to subconsciously compare him to that the Dark Lord.

This comparison itself is quite telling.

Once they were talking about the essence of Magic.

Regulus casually remarked, "Magic is a tool, a language, but ultimately it's a relationship."

The relationship between the Spellcasting and the world, the relationship between Magic Power and matter, and the relationship between individual will and collective will.

Freya remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

She remembered that the Dark Lord had said something similar. At that time, she was already an adult, sitting at the lower end of the table, listening to him expound on those grand Magic concepts.

But all she could do was listen, accept, and process.

The boy in front of us is only twelve years old. He doesn't need anyone to teach or guide him; he can express such opinions on his own.

Another time, they talked about the changes in the Wizarding World.

Regulus said, "The current situation in UK is actually a belated reshuffling. Voldemort's ideas are not new; they were proposed hundreds of years ago."

But he turned ideas into a movement, and the movement into war, which set him apart from his predecessors.

"War changes many things," Regulus added. "Old rules will be broken, and new rules will be built on the ruins."

Those families that only know how to stick to tradition and don't know how to adapt will be eliminated, while those families that can adapt to new rules, or even actively create new rules, will survive.

This statement does not explicitly target any particular group.

It's plausible to say that Voldemort established New Order after his victory, or it's plausible that the old order was reshuffled after his defeat.

Even pointing to the more distant future, the impact of the Muggle world on the Wizarding World, or other changes that are not yet visible, could also make sense.

He merely stated a pattern without making any judgments.

Freya then asked, "Which category does the Black family belong to?"

Regulus glanced at her and smiled. "We will survive, and thrive."

Freya nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Regulus said many similar things.

What impact will technological advancements in the Muggle world have on the Wizarding World? What are the variations of the Pure-bloods ideology in different countries? And what will be the ultimate direction of the confrontation between Dumbledore and Voldemort?

His perspectives are always unique and memorable.

Unlike the seemingly omniscient Prophecy in his memory, Regulus was more like an observer standing on high ground, calmly examining the present and then logically deducing possible futures. (Chapter 173: Voldemort is just like that (Please subscribe, please vote for monthly tickets): Let's begin today's exciting chapter.)

Freya listened, sometimes nodding, sometimes frowning, and sometimes giving her an expression that said, "How do you know everything?"

Regulus would smile when he saw that expression; this way of getting along was simple and comfortable.

He doesn't usually have the chance to talk about these things.

He can talk to Orion, but the conversation usually focuses on his own little corner of UK.

The Black family's affairs, Voldemort's affairs, Dumbledore's affairs, and the Ministry of Magic's movements.

Orion wasn't unaware of things further away, but he felt there was no need to delve into them; they were too far removed to affect the Black family.

Now, I'm speaking to Freya without any ulterior motive or calculation; it's simply a matter of expressing myself.

This feels good.

It's as if all those thoughts that have been weighing on my mind for so long have finally found an outlet.

You don't need to worry about whether the other person believes you or whether they will use this information; just saying it is enough.

Freya would also respond to him.

She would talk about what Germany wizards thought about the matter, what the elders of the Eisenhardt family thought about the issue, and some related records she had read in books.

She speaks with a serious expression and tries hard to organize her thoughts. Sometimes, when she can't find the right English words, she will suddenly switch to German, then realize it's wrong and switch back.

Regulus found it amusing.

Once they were talking about the Voldemort.

When discussing the current state of the Europe Wizarding World, two figures are inevitably mentioned: Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Although they all operate in UK, wizards of their caliber have long since transcended national borders in terms of influence.

Regulus brought them up first.

Freya's expression was a little strange when he heard him mention Dumbledore.

There was no aversion or resistance, it was just that she had a lot to say, but for some reason chose not to. She just listened, occasionally nodding, but never responding.

When Voldemort was mentioned, she finally spoke, "He was indeed an extremely powerful Dark Wizard."

In UK, his power was at its zenith; most Pureblood families had sided with him, and a fanatical atmosphere was spreading.

She looked at Regulus as she spoke, observing his reaction.

Regulus's face remained expressionless, just like usual, even showing a hint of indifference.

Fanaticism? No.

Afraid? Not at all.

Loyalty? Absolutely not.

His attitude towards Voldemort was simple: a powerful opponent, a threat that had to be dealt with, and an object that needed to be used. That was all.

If he absolutely has to put on a show for someone, he can fake it, and he can even use Virtual Persona.

Even though it's Virtual Persona, he won't be obsequious or servile, after all, the body is his.

At most, he could design a character who is filled with awe for power, yearns to follow the strong, and hopes for Pure-blood over the world—that would probably please Voldemort.

Freya saw his reaction and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to give her opinion.

"The power is indeed formidable, that's undeniable, but it's nothing special." Her tone and expression were indifferent.

"He's been managing the British Isles for so many years, yet he still hasn't gained a decisive advantage, and..."

She suddenly stopped talking at this point.

Regulus continued for her, "Compared to someone else, is your perspective a bit narrow?"

Freya glanced at him, her eyes seemed to light up for a moment, then quickly concealed themselves, neither admitting nor denying it.

No one doubts Voldemort's power; he could wreak havoc and commit terror in UK.

But in the eyes of these Pureblood families in Germany who had lived through the Grindelwald era, a Dark Wizard had been causing trouble for so many years and still couldn't handle the UK Ministry of Magic was really nothing special.

That noon, after their patrol ended, they returned to the cliff.

The weather was great, the sun was shining, and the sea was as calm as a mirror.

Visibility was excellent; you could even see the slight curve of the horizon in the distance, like the outline of the edge of the world.

"The view here is truly beautiful," Regulus exclaimed, gazing into the distance.

Freya looked around, then raised her hand and waved. Ripples appeared in the air, and a House-elf.

Freya quickly said a few words in German, the House-elf nodded, and then disappeared with a snap.

Regulus raised an eyebrow, remained silent, and waited quietly.

A few minutes later, it reappeared, carrying a picnic blanket and several food containers.

The food box was opened, revealing grilled sausages, rye bread, potato salad, pickles, several pieces of Cheese, a bottle of Pumpkin Juice, and a glass of dark beer.

The two sat down on the rocks, Great Sea, and began to eat lunch.

The sea breeze blows, the sun shines down, and it feels warm and cozy.

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