Be an Abstract Person

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the Room of Requirement, Avery and Alex were having a friendly competition.

They played all day, but then came on their own in the evening.

Regulus stepped out of his Private Cabin, glanced around, and felt satisfied.

As for playing during the day, let them play; it's the age when they love to play.

Compared to the Hufflepuff gang, who often party until midnight on weekends, these guys are relatively self-disciplined.

Hermes was among the mannequins on the other side of the Training Ground. He didn't use his wand; he moved among the mannequins using only his body.

The dummy's spells came from all directions; he dodged them one by one by sidestepping, crouching, and sliding.

Some, unable to dodge, would simply take the hit with their arms, letting out a muffled groan as they were sent flying, only to get up and continue moving.

He had been training all day. In the morning, he practiced Magic, and when his Magic Power was exhausted, he would go into a pile of dummies to practice dodging. It was purely physical and mental training.

Once his Magic Power recovered somewhat, he went back to practicing Magic.

This alone makes him far superior to other junior wizards.

Even the most ambitious young wizards will stop practicing when they run out of Magic Power, sitting and waiting to recover, or simply going back home.

But Hermes didn't do that; he's now even using the time after his Magic Power is depleted.

Train your body, train your reaction time, train your dodging skills, train your running speed.

This wasn't something Regulus suggested; he came up with it himself.

But the inspiration may have come from Regulus.

He remembered very clearly the scene of those five spells being fired simultaneously last time.

Moreover, the Shield Charm couldn't stop Regulus's spells; he remembered them even more clearly.

He couldn't defend against any of the Slowing Charm Regulus casually cast; they broke through as soon as he hit them.

Since we can't stop it, we should try to avoid it. Whether we can avoid it or not is another matter, but we should at least try.

Regulus didn't stop him. Training was a good thing, but whether it was useful or not, they would only know when it came to physical combat.

Regulus, in any case, felt it was necessary.

Even Muggle know to train their physical abilities, so why don't wizards?

Just because wizards can use Magic?

What if I run out of Magic Power?

What should I do if I lose my wand?

Can you Wandless Magic?

He looked away and went back to sit down in the Cabin.

He wasn't here during the day; he spent the entire afternoon in the Library, thoroughly understanding the principles of Sonorus.

The principle of convergence can be applied to the Lumos. Magic Power like two walls, pushing the light waves from both sides towards the middle. The tighter the push, the narrower the beam.

Now we can zoom in to the thickness of a finger, and only take a picture of a spot the size of a coin on the target.

Regulus sat cross-legged, a ball of light appearing before him— the Lumos.

The light danced in the Cabin, its brightness not steady, but rather a high-frequency, rhythmic flash.

The color change is not obvious; it occasionally shifts from silvery-white to pale gold, but quickly returns to its original color.

But the frequency changes, the light dims, the intensity changes, and the wavelength also changes.

The entire Cabin was illuminated by this light, its brightness shifting and changing. Staring at it for too long made you feel as if something in your head was swaying in rhythm with the light, causing you to feel dizzy and nauseous.

Regulus stared at the ball of light, a thought flickering in his mind.

The light began to converge, the edges of the sphere receded inward, and the sides seemed to be pressed down by two invisible hands, squeezing inward from the outside.

The light grew narrower and narrower, from the thickness of a fist to the thickness of a finger, and from the thickness of a finger to the thickness of a pen.

Finally, it coalesced into a thin line, shooting straight out from the tip of the staff, hitting the opposite wall, leaving only a tiny bright spot the size of a pinhead.

The Lumos is one of the most basic spells for a young wizard and is not difficult at all.

This was especially true for Regulus, who could change things however he wanted without interfering.

Alex can now switch between ten different levels of the Lumos at a fast speed, not to mention Regulus, who can do it with a single thought.

But it changes when you add something to it.

This Light Magic uses the Lumos as a base, and it's not even irreplaceable. Replacing it with other Lumos will have a similar effect.

It cannot be described as profound Magic in the traditional sense; it is a composite Magic, extremely complex.

It's based on Lumos, but the elements mixed in can't even be described using specific Magic.

Because the encoding of light is not a spell, but a means, achieved purely through Magic Manipulation.

It can be copied and learned, but it lacks a complete spell structure.

Powerful Magic Perception and precise manipulation capabilities are the foundation for achieving beam convergence and information encoding.

Insufficient perception, unable to see changes in light; insufficient control, unable to accurately adjust frequency and phase.

Legilimency is a key aid, used during the development process to stabilize one's mental state and isolate oneself from external interference.

It is also used to create Isolation Zone in the mind, storing those extreme and pure emotional samples, and then using spirit and will to solidify them into a stable structure so that they can be retrieved at any time.

But this is not the decisive factor; the key lies in the detailed application of the method of Legilimency.

Regulus Legilimency, extracting the parts about mental orientation and establishing connections, and borrowed them to input coded information into the surface of the target's consciousness through light.

This part relies not on Magic Power, but on the exploration and understanding of the spiritual realm.

There's also the Muggle understanding of the physical concepts of light and waves: wavelength, frequency, amplitude, phase.

In Magic terms, these things refer to the density of Magic Fluctuation, the strength of spell energy, and the shift in emotional inclinations.

And the most fundamental Patronus.

Regulus used the Magic Power texture of the Patronus as a glue to forcibly bond together the originally mutually exclusive Magic Power of Legilimency and the Lumos.

It could even be said that the Patronus is the key source of inspiration and the theoretical foundation for this Light Magic to be elevated from simple manipulation of Magic beams to Magic that carries information and concepts.

Finally, it was his ever-growing mental fortitude that sustained him through every step he took.

All of these factors combined made the Magic emerge from the mind and become something usable.

Regulus put away the orb of light, Cabin darkened, with only the dim light from the overhead lamp flickering on the walls.

This is only the initial testing phase, and there are still many issues to be resolved.

Efficiency of information encoding, stability of target reception, shielding against environmental interference—let's address them one by one.

However, we can first adjust the visible light to invisible light; Ultraviolet would be good, as it is invisible to the naked eye and matches the previously envisioned Compressed Light.

By suppressing the wavelength of visible light to the ultraviolet range, it becomes invisible to the human eye, and the target is unaware that they have been exposed. This is what a sneak attack should look like.

But Magic Perception should be able to detect it, and that problem also needs to be solved.

Then you can create more complex applications, stuffing in more information, emotional bombs, and psychological penetration.

A beam of light shone down, causing the other person's brain to overload and briefly shut down.

Alternatively, you could continue to expose them to your weaknesses, amplifying their existing psychological vulnerabilities and pushing them to extremes.

Cautious people become timid, and competitive people become reckless.

Fear, excitement, contempt, trust, impatience, arrogance—all can be expressed.

There's also a broadcast version, where the light not only needs to be focused but also diffused, spreading as widely as possible.

In battlefield usage, a ball of light is thrown into the sky; the ball explodes, and the light covers the entire battlefield.

When their comrades saw the beam of light, the trajectory of the spell that was about to strike from behind automatically appeared in their minds, indicating which area a new enemy was about to appear and what Magic to use to assist their companions.

No need to shout, no need for owls, no delay whatsoever.

The enemy saw it too, but they received something else entirely: fear, hesitation, and confusion.

The same beam of light conveys two different messages: those on our side receive clear instructions, while the enemy receives emotional interference.

That means he's the central command.

He even thought about things further ahead.

If this Magic actually works in the end, then he won't just be stuffing emotions and thoughts into people's minds.

He can do more, even more abstract things.

If he could scatter light in the atmosphere and cover the entire globe in a very short time, he could simultaneously transmit information to all humans in the world who can see light.

A sentence, a picture, a sound—all received simultaneously by everyone.

Regulus's lips twitched slightly.

If that day ever comes, what should he say?

"I, Regulus Black, speak to the whole world."

It's pretty good.

He shook his head, trying to banish the image from his mind.

The reason they wanted Aragog to stay out of it was because they were afraid Dumbledore might overthink things if he found out.

The moment the light shone on them, a thought popped into their head, and they mistook it for their own.

If the ultimate concept of this Magic is guessed, then it will be the greatest threat to the International Statute of Secrecy.

Muggle are unaware of the existence of wizards because the wizards are well hidden.

But what if one day, a wizard could make all the Muggle in the world see a single image, hear a single sentence, and have a single thought at the same time?

What else is there to hide?

How to hide it?

The order was completely rewritten.

So you have to hide it and do it secretly.

Another image popped into Regulus's mind.

If one day he were to announce to all wizards that Voldemort was a product of Amortentia, who knows what the outcome would be.

Or spreading other rumors would be quite interesting.

He stopped thinking about it and started experimenting with Spatial Network.

Several orbs of light floated from his fingertips and flew into the unseen passage in front of him.

They moved through space, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, their paths intersecting, but they did not collide.

A few seconds later, the orbs of light appeared simultaneously from different directions: some from above his head, some from behind him, some from the corner of the wall, and some from beside his feet.

Eight orbs of light shone simultaneously, illuminating the Cabin.

There are still twelve Spatial Anchor, but they can now store eight spells simultaneously, with a maximum capacity of one minute.

He then tried another configuration, not focusing on duration, but only on instantaneous simultaneous launch.

Thirteen Disarming Charm shot out from different directions, hitting the opposite wall and producing only one sound.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

Hermes was already lying on the ground, limbs outstretched, chest heaving.

Avery and Alex were still struggling among the mannequins, but their steps were unsteady and their spells were terribly distorted.

Regulus called for a halt, and the dummy stopped. The two staggered over to Hermes, one on the left and one on the right, and then fell straight down.

The three people lay side by side, waiting to be rescued.

Regulus looked at them, pointed his finger, and the three of them floated up, as light as three feathers.

Regulus floated back to his Dormitory, threw them on the ground, and then ignored them.

Avery got up first and shuffled off to wash up, Alex was a little slower, Hermes the last to move.

After everyone finished tidying up, they lay back down on their beds, the fire still burning in the fireplace.

Regulus said, "Alex."

Alex turned his head. "Yes."

"Tomorrow at noon, invite Samuel Vance and Lina Costa to lunch in the Great Hall. I need to speak with them."

Alex paused for a moment.

When school started, Regulus told him to keep Samuel and Costa low-key.

At the time, he didn't know exactly why, but he did as instructed, vaguely feeling that it might be related to external matters.

Otherwise, two Half-bloods people who no one would give a second glance wouldn't really be worth Regulus's special instructions.

Later, during the competition for the Chief, the two men made an errand to summon Professor Slughorn.

During the last Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, Regulus had Avery and him team up with them to practice.

In Alex's view, it was a clear gesture of protection and reward, and a reward far exceeding what the two men deserved.

They do need to eat, of course, but they always choose times when there are fewer people, either going early or late, avoiding mealtimes altogether.

Regulus is asking them to go to the Great Hall tomorrow at noon so they can sit at the Slytherin table in front of everyone.

Who is that meant to see?

Or is there some other intention?

Alex couldn't understand it.

Avery had told him that Regulus might want to bring the two men into the outer circle of a small group, with him leading them.

But those kinds of things can be said in private; there's no need to do it in a place like Great Hall.

He thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, and then felt there was no need to figure it out.

Regulus always had a reason for doing anything; all he had to do was carry it out.

"Okay," he said.

Avery was exhausted; otherwise, he would have gotten up early to say he wanted to get involved.

He lay still, but his eyes darted around, as if he were plotting something. He exchanged a glance with Alex, then looked away.

Hermes faced the wall, his breathing steady; it was unclear whether he was asleep or not, but he never cared about such things.

The flames in the fireplace flickered a few last times before going out.

The Dormitory darkened; time to sleep.