Chapter 129: A Fight [bonus]
Regulus's time belonged to more important things.
Deepening his spatial magic and natural magical energy, refining Fiendfyre control, each demanded enormous reserves of focus.
He still had to contend with whatever tentacles Voldemort's forces might extend in his direction.
Sticking his neck out for two half-blood first-years didn't make the priority list.
If he charged in every time he witnessed an injustice, he'd never get anything else done. Mediating disputes alone would keep him busy until graduation.
Besides, direct intervention would blur his positioning.
He was Slytherin's first-year Chief, the Black heir, a prodigy under observation from multiple factions.
The moment he publicly championed two half-bloods, certain people would read into it. The Black family softening on blood status. Or Regulus Black consolidating half-blood support.
Both were things he could afford to do.