Chapter 217: Old Man, Time to Open Your Wallet
At dinner, Regulus was still thinking about the book.
What he'd found, after turning the last page, was an absence. Nothing in there could substitute for a Whomping Willow.
Not because the other plants lacked power.
Take the Shadowlight Grass. The moment he'd read its description, an idea had surfaced. A plant that glowed only in absolute darkness, its magical tendency almost certainly exclusionary. If that property could be extracted and shaped into a spell, it might counter his father's shadow magic directly.
That technique of Orion's, the one that created absolute darkness and crushed all perception, was at its core just another application of magical force. If exclusion could be made into a spell, one that rejected his father's magic outright, the next time Orion used it on him...
That ought to come as a pleasant surprise.
Then Regulus thought of Dumbledore's light.
Could that method of banishing darkness also be explained through exclusion?
No. Probably not.