Increments of Light and Darkness

Greyback was still standing there, his chest rising and falling less than before, but his shoulders were still stiff.

The yellow eyes stared at Regulus, and the pupils shrank back and forth in the narrow vertical slit, like a beast that was cornered and trying to determine what the predator was going to do next.

Just a few minutes after Greyback came up to challenge them, and now they have finished testing their animalistic instincts, a group of Werewolfs around them are still squatting or standing, watching from a distance.

Lucius saw that Regulus seemed not to be finished, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and waited quietly.

His eyes looked back and forth between Greyback and Regulus, then back again, staring somewhere ahead.

Regulus raised his eyes and stared into Greyback's eyes. Regardless of his hair that was about to explode again, his spirit went straight into it.

He didn't intend to be polite. The first three blows had completely suppressed the wolf. He didn't even dare to move now. If he wanted to look, just look. His will was like a wedge, aiming at Greyback's spirit and driving it in hard.

Greyback wanted to resist, but his body stiffened suddenly, his yellow eyes widened, his mouth opened and he wanted to howl, but only a strangled whimper came out of his throat.

His spirit instinctively erected a wall, rough and hard, all made of the brute force of that animalistic nature.

But in front of Regulus's will, this wall is no different than paper.

Regulus's spirit pressed forward, and the wall cracked open, shattered into slag, and was pushed to both sides.

Greyback groaned outside, his whole body swayed, and his legs almost went weak.

This wolf has probably never been Legilimency ed in his life. He doesn't know what it feels like, but now he knows.

It felt like a hand was reaching into his brain, and fingers were pressing out from the inside of his skull, making his eyeballs swell. Then there was a sharp pain in his head, as if someone was using a wedge to dig all the way from Tianling Gai to the bottom.

The animalistic instinct in his body exploded, and the hair all over his body exploded again, but it stopped halfway. This time, reason suppressed the instinct. He didn't dare to move. He didn't dare to move.

He just stood there, clenching his paws tightly, letting Regulus turn over in his mind.

Regulus's spirit passed through the outer layer, and chaotic pictures came up.

Moonlight, running, biting, blood, screams, frightened faces, killed prey, chased by Auror on the night road, corpses of the same kind that were eaten when they were extremely hungry.

There are more biting scenes, one after another, the old and the new mixed together.

Greyback All the things he has done in his life are here, bloody, violent, and cruel, but boring, boring, and boring.

Regulus Keep scrolling, these are useless.

What he wants to see is what's underneath, the spiritual structure, how humans and animals fit together, which area the humans occupy, which area the animals occupy, who is pressing against whom, and who is touching whom.

His will transcended that layer of memory, scrolled to the bottom, and then he saw it.

Greyback's spirit is divided into layers.

The animal nature is on the outside, a thick shell with extremely high density, as hard as the cuticle that has been compressed hundreds of times, tightly covering the entire spiritual core.

In the perception, the surface of this shell is covered with rough textures, like old tree bark or dry mud, and every texture is oozing with bloodthirsty agitation and malice toward living creatures.

Regulus exerted a little force, penetrated the spirit, and saw the layer inside, human nature.

Human nature is still there, but it is not resisting, nor is it struggling, nor is it being suppressed or beaten, it is just still there.

Regulus's will stopped outside that layer of humanity.

The Dark Lord inside, quiet and quiet.

It's like a house that still has a house number, but no one has lived in it for a long time.

The door is locked, the windows are closed, and a thick layer of dust has fallen inside the room. The tables and chairs are still in their original places. No one has moved them, and no one will move them again. There are no signs of fighting, no signs of breaking in, and no one has struggled, shouted, or hit the wall here.

It's not that it was breached, it's more like the people who lived there left on their own.

The beastly nature did not push the human nature to the ground and beat it to death. There was no war in this room.

It was human nature that turned off the lights, locked the door, and retreated without leaving even a sound of resistance.

Then the animal nature was wrapped up layer by layer from the outside, wrapping the entire empty room into a shell.

Regulus stopped here, something was touched in his mind.

This time, it reminded him of another thing he had been doing.

For the past half year, he has been in Containment Chamber and dealing with Dark Enlightenment.

Filtration Layer, Isolation Zone, a set of structures, the whole set has the same meaning: shut up the dark things, don't let them escape, let alone let them touch the light ones.

Bellatrix, Star Orbit Meditation, Soul Avatar, these are his core, they must be protected, they must be separated from the dark, each has its own territory, and the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river.

He was afraid that they would bump into each other, that they would fight each other, and that the darkness would pollute the light, so he isolated them.

Greyback This wolf is also isolated inside.

His humans and beasts were separated into separate layers, inside and outside, not mixed together, and separated very cleanly.

The Dark Lord, who was clean inside, quietly left the scene.

Regulus did not equate Greyback with his own light and darkness. There is a huge difference.

Greyback This little thing cannot support a proposition as big as light and darkness.

Its humans and animals are bitten out, viruses from outside are forced into the body, passive and dirty.

His light and darkness grow from his own soul, two branches growing from the same root, active and clean.

Two things, one is in the sky and the other is in the earth, but the matter of isolation is the same.

He was afraid of a fight between the two sides, so he was isolated. Greyback was also isolated inside.

But the result of the quarantine was before him, an empty house.

Therefore, the beast did not beat the man to death, but the man left the scene, turned out the light, and vacated the place.

This discovery loosened the idea that Regulus had been using for more than half a year.

He used to think that the most difficult part of coexisting light and darkness was how to stop them from fighting.

His entire design of Containment Chamber was all focused on this.

Later, that time Voldemort, he encountered another possibility.

That Legilimency boost from Voldemort triggered the inner core of Dark Enlightenment, and the dark things boiled and surged out, threatening to break through the wall. But Bellatrix didn't press it or block it with light, it just lit up.

Both sides are alive and in that space, and no one is trying to destroy the other.

That time he understood that when they meet, they don't necessarily fight.

But he only understood half of it at the time.

He knew that isolation was not the only solution, but he had not thought clearly about how the two things would get along without isolation. This hole was always left open and he did not fill it.

Now Greyback gave him a failure mode that he had never thought of, and it was the worst one.

Coexistence will fail, but failure is not only a case of killing one party, but also a kind of failure. If there is no fight, one side will disappear so quietly, without even a sound, and not even leaving a battlefield.

The other side thought it had won, that it was so powerful that it could swallow up the other side, but in fact it didn't win anything.

It just lived in an empty room with no one, alone, and turned off the lights.

This is the third form of coexistence failure, and it is also the hardest to see.

Fighting to death, at least there is movement, blood, and struggle, and everyone can see it.

There is no such thing, it is silent, and by the time it is discovered, no one will be inside.

Regulus Think about this.

The way he used to behave in the past, isolating and treating each one his own way, would consume both light and darkness.

The distance is too tight, and no one on either side can touch the other. As time goes by, it is hard to guarantee that one side will not be like the Dark Lord in Greyback, slowly extinguishing itself and quietly exiting.

Isolation may seem safe, but in fact there is such a hidden danger.

This road cannot be taken.

It cannot be separated, it cannot be exhausted, and it cannot be like Greyback, where one side is allowed to push the other side back.

What should the right one look like?

He doesn't know, he can only guess.

In the right way, it probably means that both sides have to stay alive, both have to have strength, and both have to occupy their own territory. No one shrinks, no one retreats, and no one gives up their place.

But we can't just occupy the territory and let each have their own way.

An indescribable image came to his mind.

Two things are next to each other, touching each other, and they bite together at the intersection.

If this side is filled by one point, that side will be withdrawn by one point. If that side is raised by one inch, this side will be given one inch.

Coming and going, advancing and retreating, they are alive and flowing. You are carrying a little bit of me, and I am carrying a little bit of you.

The strong side contains the seeds of weakness, and the weak side contains the energy to make a comeback.

No one can swallow the other, and no one can live without the other. The two things go around in a circle and ebb and flow. Together, they are a complete and living thing. The light is burning, and the darkness is also surging. When the light is strong, the darkness is not dead, but the darkness is just collected and waiting.

When there was a dark rise, Guang didn't withdraw from the market. Guang just gave in and gathered strength.

The two sides relied on each other's strength, one pushed the other, and kept spinning.

He stopped here thinking that this was just a guess.

He couldn't verify it, and he couldn't even tell how to create such a look.

But he was a little clearer than before.

At least I know which road is a dead end, isolation is a dead end, laissez-faire is a dead end, and the dead end is blocked. The right one is always among the remaining ones. I haven't thought through it yet, but it is something that can be used. I will think about it later.

He didn't expect to see this before he came here. He just came to help Lucius and take a look at Werewolf. In the end, he bumped into a living specimen that was directly opposite to his own core proposition.

Many of his important things bumped into each other like this. While doing other things, they bumped into each other unexpectedly.

This trip was not in vain.

Regulus pulled the spirit out of Greyback's brain, and it was as rude as if it were wedged in.

Greyback suddenly trembled, his whole body shook, and he almost fell over.

He stretched out his claws to support a broken wall beside him, and made a muffled sound in his throat. The severe pain in his head from being rummaged through boxes and cabinets slowly subsided. After this series of three ways to die, plus the forceful break-in from the Tianling Gai just now, Greyback was completely suffocated. He couldn't tell what happened in his mind just now.

I just felt that something had broken into the innermost place, a place that it had never entered before, turned it over and over, and then pulled out without mercy.

His spirit had been pried open and thrown away again.

But he still didn't dare to move, let alone run.

A beast, with the purest intuition, smelled out that the little one in front of it was the bigger predator.

The scars on his body, the teeth in his mouth, and the territory of thirty or forty wolves are nothing in front of this little cub.

Regulus looked away.

Greyback, this wolf, has seen enough. He has seen what he needs to see and thinks of what he needs to think about. He has gained much more than he expected before coming here. He glanced past Greyback with his tail between his legs, swept deep into the ruins, and landed behind a broken wall.

When he entered the village just now, the Werewolf who squatted there and looked up at him, as if he recognized him, then quickly lowered his head, was still there. Regulus looked at him and tilted his head.

That Werewolf was stunned for a moment and tapped his chest with his finger.

Regulus withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him.

Young Werewolf stood up, hesitated for a few steps, then lowered his head and walked around from behind Greyback.