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"Game on! ... Ah—Ravenclaw Beater Chang hits the Bludger with massive, terrifying force, beautiful! Ravenclaw officially scores first blood!"
A loud, red-haired Gryffindor prefect—one of the many energetic Weasleys—was currently aggressively commentating the brutal match with incredibly high spirits. His voice was impassioned and roaring through the magical megaphone, and Ivy's intense attention was instantly drawn back entirely to the freezing pitch.
"I have to go back to my House," she said, quickly standing up from the wooden bench. Her blue gaze remained fixed fiercely towards the cheering Ravenclaw stands. "Also, please help me say a warm hi to Godric and Regina for me."
Ivy smiled brilliantly and waved her gloved hand towards the dark, stormy sky—Regulus clearly saw her rosy, smiling face and the thick, white mist she exhaled beautifully contrasting through the blue-tinted tactical overlay of his *Eagle Vision*.
He subconsciously nodded, still slightly reeling from the revelation of her last name. Ivy smiled again, and right before leaving the Slytherin stands, she highly casually, affectionately tapped Jacob hard on the back of his head, immediately earning her a highly bitter, comically aggrieved gourd expression from her twin brother.
As she squeezed back through the crowd, vanishing into the howling wind and snow, a highly distinct, sweet apple and cinnamon scent gradually dissipated in the freezing air, leaving the thick glass bottle still incredibly warm in Regulus's hands.
Regulus touched his nose thoughtfully, while Jacob was still violently rubbing the bruised top of his head below him.
*Jacob is absolutely still named Jacob,* Regulus thought, his mind racing with gaming lore. *But the official transliterated, localized Chinese name 'Ivy' absolutely needs to be changed back to her proper English name in my mind—*
*Evie Frye.*
***
As the Quidditch match brutally continued in the storm, Regulus heavily interrogated the boy.
Jacob Frye was incredibly straightforward, entirely possessing a Gryffindor's bluntness in a Slytherin's body, and he answered absolutely everything he was asked without an ounce of pureblood suspicion. From his casual chatter, Regulus had successfully, completely confirmed that they were indeed direct, biological descendants of the legendary Frye Family from London. And their specific names—Jacob and Evie—came exactly, traditionally from their world-famous twin ancestors who had aggressively dominated London's underworld over a hundred years ago during the Victorian era.
"Our great-great...great-grandparents, Jacob and Evie, even formally, secretly received the highly prestigious Queen's Order of the Garter from Queen Victoria herself," Jacob added with a massive, undeniable hint of deep family pride.
However, heavily judging entirely from Jacob's physical reactions and general knowledge, their modern family seemed to actually have absolutely no practical relation or knowledge regarding the legendary "Assassins Brotherhood" anymore. Jacob genuinely neither understood the highly specific magical concept of "Stealth," nor did he have any biological idea what "Eagle Vision" actually was.
Testing the waters, Regulus specifically, highly dramatically told him the terrifying, interesting story of Sirius violently jumping off the high balcony of the Astronomical Tower. Jacob listened with massive, wide eyes, entirely full of sheer, unadulterated admiration, looking exactly as if he desperately wished he could have violently witnessed the stunt firsthand.
But as for the legendary, iconic "Leap of Faith"—he had absolutely no instinctual or biological concept of it whatsoever.
*Perhaps,* Regulus analyzed logically. *Maybe over the last century, the highly lethal Assassin bloodline was simply diluted, or the brutal family secrets were intentionally, permanently buried by the modern generations to protect their children.*
Regulus was really a bit deeply, intensely anxious about this massive discovery, but his cold CEO logic told him absolutely not to rush the integration. *Play the long game.*
"Both my parents actively work in the Muggle military, currently stationed at a highly secure base near London," Jacob said casually, watching a Ravenclaw Chaser get violently flattened by a Bludger. "Professor McGonagall personally visited my parents at home to highly logically explain the magical situation. Absolutely everyone else in our Muggle family and neighborhood currently just thinks Evie and I simply went off to a highly secure, prestigious secret boarding school in Scotland."
"Our family? Honestly, there is absolutely nothing special about us... Oh, wait, you asked about our physical sports?" Jacob shrugged his shoulders casually. "Well, we were heavily, violently required to aggressively practice with swords from an incredibly young age, and we have absolutely always participated heavily in competitive Muggle fencing clubs. It's a massive shame Hogwarts doesn't officially have one, so Evie and I can only illegally practice our footwork by ourselves in the empty classrooms."
Jacob leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Also, we intimately know exactly how to safely use and clean firearms. My dad physically taught us on the military ranges. You know what, Regulus? I honestly think, if there's actually ever a real, bloody war in the wizarding world... high-caliber rifles are mathematically, physically vastly better and far more lethal than waving a wooden wand."
Regulus nodded in complete, absolute, terrifying agreement. *Modern, high-velocity kinetic weapons are the absolute, undisputed apex combat power in any massive, large-scale human war. Wands have a slow casting time. Bullets do not.*
Regulus honestly hadn't physically touched a real gun yet since transmigrating into this magical body.
But suddenly, vividly thinking of the legendary Evie Frye's lethal, customized Colt M1877 revolver in the game *Syndicate*... and heavily recalling Johnny Silverhand's iconic, devastating Malorian Arms 3516 hand-cannon in the game *Cyberpunk 2077*...
*Now that,* Regulus thought, his dark eyes gleaming with lethal inspiration, *that is absolute, true tactical romance. Exactly who wouldn't deeply, profoundly yearn for that kind of raw kinetic firepower in a magical war?*
"Do you actively want to formally try shooting?" Jacob asked incredibly excitedly, sensing a kindred spirit. "My military family literally has a massive private shooting range on our property with absolutely all sorts of heavy weapons—you're completely welcome to come over during the summer holidays to try them! My mom will definitely highly like you... she obsessively watches a massive amount of James Bond movies, and honestly, you look exactly a bit like a young, pureblood Sean Connery."
Regulus was genuinely, deeply amused by the little wizard's rapidly jumping, highly enthusiastic Muggle thoughts. But then, a massive, highly terrifying tactical thought violently struck him—*what exactly would happen if he utilized Uncle Alphard's forge to magically modify or completely physically manufacture a high-caliber gun entirely himself?*
A heavy, modern kinetic firearm completely, flawlessly combined with highly advanced Alchemy and terrifying spatial magic, aggressively loaded with heavily cursed, armor-piercing silver bullets or something similar... it might absolutely, logically have a miraculous, instantly lethal effect on the heavily resistant werewolf Fenrir Greyback.
***
A few weeks later. On the freezing, snowy eve of the Christmas holidays.
When the highly anticipated, deeply brutal Quidditch season (which was awkwardly sandwiched within the winter holidays) officially arrives, absolutely any other extracurricular activities at the school are aggressively, completely sidelined by the student body. But this absolute rule logically did not include the highly popular Dueling Club activities—
"Can I legally bring my sister into the hall?" Jacob asked highly sincerely. Regulus had just formally, politely invited him to act as his VIP guest to watch the violent Dueling Club brackets. "If I honestly don't aggressively bring her with me, she'll physically kill me in my sleep."
Jacob made a highly explicit, terrifying throat-slitting gesture, his panicked expression so entirely genuine and fearful of his twin that it made Regulus laugh out loud.
"Absolutely no problem at all," Regulus agreed smoothly.
Later that evening.
"Good evening to you, Mr. Filch," Regulus greeted highly cheerfully, perfectly enduring the squib caretaker's terrifying, highly suspicious glare as he and Jacob casually walked past him into the club's requisitioned classroom.
Because of the highly official nature of the Dueling Club, the strict school curfew would be temporarily, legally extended to ten o'clock for members. Naturally, the paranoid Filch absolutely always liked to heavily, aggressively wander around the halls here, desperately hoping to catch someone breaking the rules. But facing Filch's hideous, twisted face and bulging, hateful eyes, Regulus was not only incredibly, aristocratically calm, but he even highly politely offered the freezing man a massive, steaming cup of premium Christmas mulled wine.
Jacob's eyes violently widened, directly witnessing the notoriously cruel administrator's incredibly rare, deeply profound expression of absolute confusion—Filch was completely, utterly bewildered and disarmed by Regulus's genuine politeness.
As a highly close, intimate friend of Madam Pince, Filch naturally, deeply knew all about Headmaster Dumbledore's massive, recent political favor towards Regulus. Filch narrowed his bulging eyes, highly aggressively scrutinized Regulus's calm face for a few tense seconds, finally gave a stiff nod, violently snatched the hot mulled wine from his hand, and limped away down the corridor completely without a single sound.
Before long, Evie Frye also finally arrived at the club—and she miraculously, surprisingly appeared walking directly alongside the famous Gryffindor, Sirius Black. This highly unusual pairing instantly, massively surprised all the gossiping little wizards present in the hall.
"Well, I've successfully, safely brought the person directly to you," Sirius said highly helplessly, rubbing the back of his neck. He had received his brother's highly specific administrative request via the 'SMS' Revealer paper and had, entirely under absolutely everyone's highly shocked gaze, aggressively invited Evie over for him in the middle of the Great Hall. He casually glanced at Evie—
The little Ravenclaw witch was completely, entirely still foolishly—well, it's vastly better to say *innocently*—smiling, completely unaware that she was absolutely about to be violently drowned in massive, highly toxic pureblood school gossip for walking with the 'Ice Prince's' brother.
However, Sirius actually had a highly, undeniably good initial impression of this Muggle-born girl. It was incredibly, profoundly rare for a little witch to be completely, utterly uninterested in flirting with him, instead constantly, intensely asking him complex questions about Regulus's magic all the way down the stairs.
*And she's entirely Muggle-born. How incredibly interesting,* Sirius thought. *If...* Thinking about his fanatical, highly prejudiced parents' possible, violently explosive reaction to the Black heir formally courting a Muggle-born, Sirius almost completely, wickedly smirked in pure delight.
***
Professor Stokke was highly aggressively presiding as the chief medical referee tonight. With him officially being a highly experienced former combat physician from St. Mungo's Hospital, even if someone was violently, physically injured by a stray hex in a duel, they absolutely wouldn't immediately need to be dragged to the Hospital Wing.
Jacob possessed an incredibly strong, blunt character, while Evie was incredibly lively, sharp, and deeply likable. She quickly, effortlessly became familiar with Mary Macdonald, whom she had previously met at the Hagrid bonfire party. The two excited girls stood tightly together near the front ropes, highly energetically cheering and watching Lily Evans's brutal match on the platform.
Mary was absolutely full of burning questions, desperately eager to dig out absolutely all the juicy, romantic gossip about Evie and Sirius. But Mary was massively, profoundly surprised to find that this brilliant girl was actually vastly more intensely interested in the quiet Slytherin Black.
Thus, Evie Frye was instantly, completely accepted and rapidly became a core member of the highly protective Muggle-born sister group.
Unsurprisingly, Evie also very quickly became a massive, highly vocal fan of the valiant, incredibly fierce Lily Evans dominating the dueling platform.
***
By the bloody end of the club's physical activity, Filch's terrifying, limping figure was completely gone, possibly hiding in some dark, freezing corridor to catch stragglers.
After the exhausted little wizards happily said goodbye to each other, they left the hall in small groups of twos and threes, one after another, heading back to their dorms.
Regulus, completely acting as the highly responsible, corporate organizer, was absolutely the last one to physically leave the requisitioned hall, ensuring everything was locked. It was already incredibly late, approaching curfew.
He didn't immediately return directly to the warm Slytherin common room. Instead, utilizing his stealth, he casually wandered around the dark, freezing Castle corridors, holding the highly advanced, spinning Sneakoscope Headmaster Dumbledore had recently given him—
Directly ahead of him in the dark, three little witches who had just successfully become close friends (Lily, Mary, and Evie) were walking tightly together, shivering, about to reluctantly part ways at the highly confusing staircase fork.
Suddenly, under the dim, flickering light of a corridor torch, a scrawny, highly aggressive cat violently darted out from the dark corner, its massive, bulging, bell-like eyes terrifyingly surveying its surroundings. Its matted fur was incredibly dirty and highly greyish, its original, natural color almost completely indistinguishable under the grime. It possessed several massive, highly visible bald patches from brutal fights, and even its pointed ears were violently torn and damaged—
*This specific, terrifying cat had absolutely, probably already violently lost eight of its mythical nine lives in the dungeons,* Regulus analyzed clinically.
It was absolutely one of the highly trained, vicious cat squad members Filch aggressively used to perfectly monitor the students. It was named *Church*, and absolutely none of the students liked them.
Lily and Mary subconsciously, violently frowned in pure disgust, just about to urgently explain the highly dangerous, snitching origin of this furry "informer" to Evie, when they completely, utterly shockingly saw the Ravenclaw immediately squat down. Evie casually pulled out a highly polished silver comb and—*a small, perfectly preserved dried fish?!*
*What kind of highly prepared, absolute professional cat slave is this girl?* Regulus thought incredulously from the shadows.
"Here, kitty, kitty... come here," Evie called incredibly softly, holding out the fish.
Church violently stiffened. Its massive, terrifying eyes stared directly at her highly warily. Seemingly caught in a sudden, deep trance, it aggressively flicked its bald tail twice, and then suddenly violently darted directly past the fish, running straight into the pitch-dark, highly restricted corridor without even looking back. It acted exactly as if something vastly, incredibly more important and dangerous was actively happening in the dark.
*It can't even be kept still with premium dried fish? There's absolutely, definitely something highly dangerous and fishy going on down there—* Evie instantly, instinctually felt a massive wave of tactical worry. She immediately, highly recklessly followed the cat into the dark without a single moment of hesitation.
"Cats are highly sacred, independent creatures, and as Guardians, we absolutely must actively respect and protect them!" Evie called back over her shoulder.
—
"Evie! Stop!" Lily was violently startled. She angrily stamped her foot and immediately, fiercely chased after her reckless friend into the dark.
Mary hesitated for a highly terrified moment, glancing at the shadows, then finally, desperately followed the Gryffindor.
Regulus, who had flawlessly, silently witnessed this entire, highly chaotic scene from not far away in the shadows, heavily, aggressively rubbed his forehead—
He had truly, genuinely finally seen the absolute, terrifying "bravery" (not to exactly say pure, unadulterated, highly lethal Gryffindor recklessness) of these teenage girls.
He let out a long, heavy, exhausted corporate sigh, drew his hawthorn wand, and completely quietly, flawlessly followed them into the dark.