Unfathomable Dumbledore

The path of Space Magic is indeed very long, and this idea is excellent with a broad prospect.

However, there are still many difficulties to overcome in order to apply Spatial Network in actual combat.

The biggest problem is calculation.

Each spell has its own trajectory within the Spatial Network. If multiple spells are stored simultaneously, a path must be planned for each spell to prevent them from colliding.

Once they collide, it won't be as simple as two spells colliding.

Different Magic Power properties and spell strengths can trigger a chain reaction when they collide.

A Stunning Spell and a Disarming Charm colliding might simply cancel each other out.

Accompanying you through reading, so thoughtful!

But what if Healing Charm and Killing Curse collide?

The entire network could crash.

It doesn't just collapse; it also releases all the spells stored inside at once, indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe, or direction, in a pure, massive explosion.

Regulus had calculated it.

Store a spell, and the trajectory is unique; you can go any way you want, as long as you don't hit a wall.

If you have two paths, you have to make them staggered. One should follow route B, and the other should follow route B. They can't collide at any point.

If you have three tracks, you need to consider the intersections between each pair, so that the three tracks can operate simultaneously without interfering with each other.

Preserve the Five Paths --

Five incantations, twelve pathways, and the possible intersections increase exponentially.

That's not just a five-fold relationship, but a complexity of tens or even hundreds of times. With each additional step, the computational workload doubles.

He had to maintain the movement trajectories of five independent incantations in his consciousness simultaneously, and the curvature, speed, and position of each trajectory had to be adjusted in real time.

We also need to predict all possible intersections within the next few seconds and avoid them in advance.

That's the real challenge.

He couldn't do it before; his brain could process it, but his Magic Power control couldn't keep up. But after perfecting his Star Orbit Meditation, he was able to do it.

With the Bellatrix, the entire mental system has reached a new level. The five trajectories can be calculated and controlled simultaneously without any problems.

But any more than that would be too much.

As for ten or even twenty questions, that would require even more mental effort and calculation, as well as a more precise division of labor.

Mental Splitting Technique can come in handy.

Divide consciousness into several independent parts, each living in a separate small room, with each part responsible for monitoring several trajectories.

It's like running several threads simultaneously, each doing its own thing without interfering with the others.

He tried opening three windows of consciousness simultaneously to process fifteen trajectories, and it was barely manageable.

But it can't last long, and if something goes wrong, the consequences are too severe.

So this can't be rushed; let's practice first and take it slowly.

Regulus pushed open the door to the small room and returned to the main Training Ground, where he immediately saw Hermes.

He lay in the middle of the open space, limbs outstretched, looking as if he were dead if it weren't for his chest still rising and falling.

Regulus walked over and looked down at him.

Hermes had his eyes closed, was breathing heavily, and was soaked with sweat, his hair clinging to his face and his clothes drenched, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Regulus nudged his leg with his toe. "Get up."

Hermes opened his eyes, looked at him, moved slightly, and then remained still.

"Can't get up?"

Hermes lifted his eyelids slightly.

Regulus lightly tapped his right index finger, casting a Levitation Charm on him.

It didn't float completely; it just made the body lighter, allowing it to glide using the friction between its feet and the ground.

Hermes felt himself being supported by a force, floating lightly, and his toes could slide forward with the slightest effort.

He looked at Regulus, a hint of speechlessness in his eyes.

Regulus ignored him, pushed open the door and went out. The two of them walked back to the Dormitory, one after the other.

I quickly washed up, lay down, and went to sleep.

One day in mid-September, at the Room of Requirement, close to midnight.

Regulus has enabled the Spatial Network to store five spells simultaneously, not just simply store them and release them; he has achieved true, routine operation.

The five incantations traveled through the twelve channels, their paths intersecting but not interfering with each other.

He can pinpoint whichever spell he wants to unleash with a mere thought, and he can also make them all appear at once.

He stood in the center of the Training Ground, tapped his fingers five times, and five Disarming Charm shot out simultaneously, each entering a different anchor point channel.

They traveled through the network for ten seconds, then simultaneously launched from five different anchor points, each heading in a different direction.

It looks great and has good practical value.

With a ten-second delay, five beams are fired simultaneously, their directions random. Against someone unfamiliar with Space Magic, this move is enough to kill them instantly.

Regulus left the Room of Requirement and headed towards his Dormitory.

At the end of the Corridor, a huge window faces the night sky.

The moon was big and round, and its silvery-white light poured down, shining on the stone windowsill and illuminating even the patterns on the window frame.

Regulus stopped and looked at the full moon, when suddenly he remembered something.

I wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest last semester, but I never found a suitable opportunity.

The opportunity has arrived!

The thought arose, and he immediately decided to go.

Regulus turned and went downstairs with light steps. About ten minutes later, he stood near the Castle gate.

The main gate is the most direct route out of the Castle, but it's also a place that the school janitor and Filch are particularly concerned about. They originally planned to go around to the Astronomy Tower to avoid disturbing anyone by opening the main gate.

The Castle's defensive Magic is very dense now; who knows what might happen if we open a door?

But as soon as he reached the vicinity of the Entrance Hall, he saw three figures ahead, acting suspiciously, and creeping towards the door.

Regulus stopped in his tracks.

In the dim light, the features of those figures were all too obvious.

The one charging ahead, with his flamboyant stride, seemed eager to let the whole world know he was on an adventure— James Potter.

Following half a step behind him, small and thin, timid and hesitant, as if afraid of being grabbed by something, Peter Pettigrew.

The last one walked with a languid posture, but his eyes were alert, and he kept glancing back.

Sirius.

Regulus's first reaction was speechlessness.

These three guys, in the dead of night, on a full moon night, sneaked out of the Castle.

It's obvious what they're up to; Lupin definitely isn't in the Dormitory today.

On the night of the full moon, the Werewolf transforms.

James and Sirius claim to be inseparable from Lupin, but do they really know the truth about the nights Lupin disappears each month?

Maybe they don't know, they're just suspicious, but they'll come out tonight to verify.

Perhaps she already knew that she would be spending the night with him.

But regardless of the reason, these three guys were incredibly stupid.

Dumbledore have made thorough preparations to allow Lupin to attend school; the place where he transforms is protected, and there are probably school staff or professors watching over it.

What if the three of them just followed along? What if the protective measures were triggered? What if Lupin lost control? What if he disturbed the school staff or professors?

What will they do if something unexpected happens?

Do they make a living through their pranks?

Or should we throw someone out to attract the Werewolf' attention?

Reckless, foolish, and impulsive.

Regulus intended to leave through the side door, ignoring them and letting them do as they pleased, it was none of his business.

There are definitely people watching over Lupin; nothing serious will happen.

Besides, they were going to do it anyway, and nothing bad happened.

Regulus looked away, too lazy to think about it anymore.

But just as he turned around, he remembered the ring he was wearing.

He glanced at it; it was silver, with the Black family crest engraved on the face.

When his father gave it to him, he said that if another member of the Black family were to die, the ring would heat up, and the higher the temperature, the greater the danger.

The ring sat quietly on my hand, cool to the touch, without any heat.

But Regulus thought about it and decided to follow and take a look.

James and Peter are irrelevant; whether they live or die, whether they become Werewolf or are whipped to death by branches, it's none of his business.

But Sirius...

Without further thought, he raised his hand and touched his body, casting Improved Disillusionment Charm. A cool sensation spread throughout his body, and his figure disappeared into thin air.

Regulus kept them at a distance.

But you don't need to be particularly careful; you can even follow them openly. The three of them aren't that vigilant.

The three left the Castle, crossed the lawn, bypassed the Black Lake, and made their way towards the Whomping Willow.

Regulus followed behind, watching their retreating figures.

James walked at the front, his posture flamboyant, occasionally turning back to urge the people behind him to hurry up, his voice lowered, but not low enough.

Peter followed behind James, cowering and trembling at the slightest sound. He kept glancing around, but couldn't see anything.

Sirius walked at the back, his gait loose and relaxed, showing some awareness. He looked back several times, but couldn't see anything.

It looks impressive, but it's not all that impressive.

The Whomping Willow" has arrived.

Under the moonlight, the huge willow tree stood quietly, its branches occasionally swaying without wind, as if twitching in a dream.

James crouched behind a clump of bushes, pointing to a spot at the base of the Whomping Willow, and whispered something.

Peter nodded vigorously, his face full of admiration, Sirius frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

Then James moved, rushing out of the bushes and heading straight for the Whomping Willow.

The branches suddenly lashed out, striking down on me.

James tried to rush through, but the branches were too fast and too dense. He dodged left and right, looking quite disheveled.

A branch lashed at his shoulder, making him stagger, while another struck his leg, nearly knocking him over.

Sirius tried to rush in to help, but as soon as he stepped into the attack range, he was forced back by the branches. He drew his wand and tried to Spellcasting, but the branches didn't give him a chance to aim.

Peter huddled behind the bushes, trembling, and showed no intention of approaching.

Regulus watched from the shadows, mentally summarizing each person's performance.

James Potter is courageous and energetic, but he can be impulsive and reckless, a typical Gryffindor.

Sirius is alert and has good judgment, but he doesn't think things through enough before acting; he's also Gryffindor.

Peter Pettigrew, timid, always following the crowd, unreliable in dangerous situations, an atypical Gryffindor.

He watched the three men's pathetic performance without feeling anything; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

The Whomping Willow is Dumbledore's first line of defense; its attack pattern is fixed, and as long as you find the pattern, you can get through it.

But these three clearly didn't know that and simply tried to force their way in.

Suddenly, Regulus's gaze froze.

Under an old oak tree next to the Whomping Willow, a person had appeared out of nowhere.

His long, silvery-white beard gleamed faintly in the moonlight, and his Half-moon Spectacles reflected the moonlight.

He just stood there, quietly watching James and the other two perform, looking as if he had stepped out of the moonlight.

Dumbledore.

Regulus was taken aback.

His Magic Perception were always on, but he didn't sense anyone approaching. Dumbledore just appeared out of thin air, as if he had always been standing there, only now allowing him to see him.

Dumbledore looked at James and his two companions for a moment, then turned away.

The gaze passed over the bushes, through the moonlight, and landed precisely on the spot where Regulus was hiding.

He tilted his head slightly and gestured in a certain direction, indicating another path outside the attack range of the Whomping Willow.

Regulus knew that Dumbledore had deliberately let him see it, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed at all.

Moreover, Dumbledore probably knew he was coming.

They knew Sirius were coming, they knew he stayed up late at night, and they knew he might follow them.

So we'll wait here.

A thought flashed through Regulus's mind.

This old man, just by standing there, seemed unfathomable.

He dispelled the Disillusionment Charm, emerged from his hiding place, and headed toward the path Dumbledore had indicated.

James and his two Whomping Willow, completely unaware that another person had appeared behind them, and yet another person had disappeared.