Intent of the Starry Sky

Professor Flitwick continued, "Your observation is correct."

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The Patronus Charm is the most direct example. It requires the Spellcasting to draw upon the positive power deep within their heart, and the quality of that power directly determines the form and strength of the Patronus.

If the corresponding light is lacking within, the incantation cannot be ignited.

Regulus listened quietly; the Patronus, he knew that name well.

"In theory, any spell can be influenced by one's state of mind," Professor Flitwick said, looking at Regulus and borrowing his words.

"But this kind of influence is mostly unconscious and fluid, and at the same time, it is difficult to capture."

Attempting to deliberately control it is extremely dangerous; forcibly distorting one's mental state to conform to the spell may cause unexpected changes to the spell.

It could be good, or it could be bad; if it's bad enough, it could even cause damage to the soul.

"But it's not impossible," Regulus said.

Professor Flitwick stared at him for a long time.

"Yes." Finally, the professor nodded slowly.

"It's not impossible, but the road is full of traps. Many wizards in history have tried it. Some succeeded, some went mad, and many more got stuck halfway."

The pure, unintentional feeling of casting a spell can never be found again.

Regulus nodded thoughtfully.

He knew, of course, that the Killing Curse required an extreme will to kill, the Cruciatus Curse required sadism, and the Imperius Curse required a strong desire to dominate.

The stronger the emotion, the greater the power of the spell; this is the basic logic of Dark Arts.

"Many Dark Arts..." Professor Flitwick lowered his voice, his eyes turning serious.

Dark Arts is not a taboo topic in older students; in fact, very few young wizards are completely isolated from Dark Arts.

"... Requires strong negative emotions, such as anger, hatred, fear, and pain."

These emotions complement the Dark Arts itself; the stronger the negative emotions, the greater the power of the Dark Arts, and the greater the power of the Dark Arts, the stronger the negative emotions become in turn.

He looked at everyone in the classroom, his eyes serious and earnest, carrying a warning.

"This is a dangerous cycle for those who seek the power of Dark Arts."

Once they have a way to become stronger, they will try every means to deepen their negative emotions, deliberately create pain, amplify hatred, and drown themselves in darkness, until finally—"

Professor Flitwick paused and gently shook his head.

In the end, you won't have any positive emotions left in your mind.

People are becoming increasingly extreme and deviating from the norm. Moreover, when Dark Arts reaches its highest levels, it can corrupt wizards in turn. It's not that they are incapable of turning back, but that they simply don't know how to turn back.

Regulus knew that the professor was warning him about the dangers of Dark Arts.

He wanted to lead people astray, into darkness, and to make them lose themselves, but Regulus had something else in mind.

What if we replaced the term "Dark Arts" with "White Magic"?

Are extremely positive people not dangerous?

If a person firmly believes that he is absolutely right, that his justice is supreme, and that all opponents are evil.

What's the difference between this extreme of positive and extreme of negative?

They are all willing to sacrifice everything, including their own rationality and empathy, for a certain goal.

Wizards are often not afraid of being surrounded by extremely positive people, because positive emotions are usually associated with kindness, justice, and protection.

But in essence, extremes are extremes; society simply gives positive extremes a gold label and negative extremes a black label.

Regulus recalled a passage from "A Brief History of Soul Magic".

A small number of powerful and determined Dark Wizard frequently use Dark Arts but remain unaffected.

Regulus even thought it was possible that they hadn't resisted the influence of Dark Arts Dark Arts, but rather simply hadn't taken it seriously at all.

Magic is just Magic, merely a tool; corruption stems only from the wizard's own inner wavering and indulgence.

If a person's heart is strong enough, they know what they are doing, why they are doing it, and they can bear the consequences, so does it matter what kind of Magic they use?

Dumbledore studied Dark Arts in his youth, and he probably hasn't stopped now; Grindelwald is an even greater master of Dark Arts.

At their level, Dark Arts and White Magic are simply used and discarded.

What influences them is not Magic itself, but the purpose they use Magic to achieve, and the ideology behind that purpose.

As for Voldemort, let's not even talk about him!

Regulus snapped out of his thoughts.

It's too early to think about these things now; he's far from that level.

He firmly believed that Magic is a tool, and the key is the person using the tool. The tool itself is neither good nor evil; good and evil lie in the user's choices and consequences.

After class, Professor Flitwick kept Regulus behind alone.

"Your idea is very interesting," Flitwick said, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses.

"Keep thinking, but remember, theory is theory, practice must be cautious, and mental state is a very subtle thing; forcibly controlling it may backfire."

"I understand, Professor." Regulus nodded respectfully.

The lesson didn't cover much substance; Regulus already knew the knowledge Professor Flitwick was presenting.

However, he was still grateful to the professor, whose reminder was entirely well-intentioned.

For his own good.

However, he was still grateful to the professor, whose reminder was entirely well-intentioned.

For his own good.

Moreover, it can't be said that there was no gain; it served as a reminder to him.

After leaving the classroom, he went straight to the Room of Requirement.

The Training Room was empty, the wooden floor gleaming warmly under the Magic Lamp. Regulus walked to the center of the room and sat down cross-legged.

He began to ponder: what is the imagery of the Starry sky?

Or rather, what words can describe the Starry sky?

Calm, vast, grand, eternal.

If this imagery could be infused into the spell as a stable execution environment...

He raised his wand and pointed it at the Training Dummy: "Protego."

A silvery-white barrier unfolded in front of the dummy, a standard Shield Charm, evenly thick, with a stable distribution of Magic Power.

Regulus took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

As Star Orbit Meditation, the Orion Four Stars lit up deep within his consciousness, but he didn't want the specific constellation image; he wanted the feeling.

Cold, distant starlight travels countless light-years to reach Earth, burning steadily over a vast timescale.

The vastness of the universe, the eternity of the Starry sky, and the sense of order in which all things operate under rules.

He let this feeling fill his heart; he didn't want a particular emotion, he wanted an image.

It is knowledge at the cognitive level, knowing how vast the universe is, how long time is, knowing how insignificant one is within it, and at the same time knowing that even insignificant, one still thinks and exists.

Then he Spellcasting again. "Protego."

The barrier reappeared.

But this time it's different. The barrier is a darker color, leaning towards silver-gray, with faint, almost invisible star-like halos on its surface.

The barrier has a more stable and denser texture, like rock formed by the compression of continental plates over millions of years, with a tight structure that is difficult to shake.

Magic Power consumption increased by approximately 15%.

He withdrew the spell, walked towards the dummy, and touched the spot where the barrier had been with his finger.

A faint Magic Power lingered in the air; the Starry sky -like quality remained, as if the embers of a recently extinguished fire still lingered.

feasible.

Although it consumes more energy and requires entering a deep meditative state to invoke that imagery, it is indeed feasible.

This is a cognitive resonance that transcends emotional resonance, using a rational understanding of the universe and the Starry sky as the background tone for Spellcasting.

Regulus made a note of this discovery.

This is just the beginning, but the direction is there, and it is indeed feasible.

Later, you can try other spells, such as attack spells infused with the imagery of falling stars, Binding Charm infused with the imagery of gravitational fields, and even healing spells infused with the imagery of life being born in the universe.

There are many things to try, but Magic is truly amazing.

No, Magic is inherently wondrous.

During the last week of January, Hogwarts Castle was shrouded in a gray silence.

Students were running in the Corridor, Great Hall, and professors were lecturing in the classrooms.

But a certain discordant atmosphere disappeared, at least for Regulus.

None of the unwarranted provocations, deliberate harassment, or probing conflicts that occurred last semester happened this month.

Slytherin was unusually peaceful. Older students would nod in greeting when they saw him, and younger students would make way for him. Even the Pure-bloods heirs who were most prone to causing trouble seemed to have suddenly learned to be polite.

But only when he was in his presence did Regulus know the reason.

The Malfoy family's public appearance at their Christmas Banquet almost signaled a certain attitude; many Pureblood families would instruct their children not to provoke them, at least not now.

But Regulus also knew that this wouldn't last forever.

There is a deeply ingrained logic in the education of Pureblood families: status is earned through struggle, and relationships are built through competition.

Peace is only a temporary truce; conflict is the norm.

Some might argue that Voldemort's forces don't need to be harmonious.

That Dark Lord probably prefers his subordinates to check and balance each other, competing with one another, so that he can maintain control.

So sooner or later someone will step forward.

It might not be about defeating him; that would be too difficult. Regulus couldn't think of any young wizard with such abilities, at least not one at Hogwarts right now.

Perhaps it was just to show our stance: our family isn't afraid of Black; we dare to provoke him.

Or, even more foolishly, they might think that since the Dark Lord needs conflict among his subordinates, creating conflict would be a meritorious act.

Regulus waited, no rush, what's meant to come will come.