Chapter 233: The Crime of Black
The last Wednesday of October brought the same sullen weather to the Scottish Highlands. Clouds hung low, pressing down on everything.
Morning.
History of Magic classroom.
Regulus sat by the window, its glass fogged over, the world outside reduced to a grey blur.
Professor Binns droned on about the Giant Wars. Around the room, young wizards slumped in various stages of unconsciousness. Regulus's mind was elsewhere entirely.
He knew now. Exerting influence outward was the key to lighting the eighth star.
But at Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's watchful eye, the range of what he could directly influence was limited.
The student body was the most obvious target. Not ideal, but the most viable path available.
The problem was being a Slytherin. In this era especially, the house sat behind an invisible wall that separated it from the other three. His influence was bottled up inside Slytherin. What leaked out was reputation, and that reputation was mixed at best.