Regulus Black—the tragic supporting character from the original story, the dutiful son of the Black family, and one of Voldemort's earliest victims.

In 1961, he opened his eyes once again, but the soul within was no longer the same.

Faced with the crushing shackles of a pure-blood family, the dark age brought about by Voldemort's rise, and a fate destined to end in death—

he chose to lift his head and gaze at the stars.

Magic is the power to reshape reality, so why do wizards use it only to fight over power and status?

Why has a magical civilization that has existed for over a thousand years never thought of venturing beyond Earth?

If Muggles can do it, why can't wizards?

Lily: "He's a different kind of Slytherin."

Snape: "No. He's the very definition of a Slytherin—a dangerous one!"

Malfoy: "So... there was never just one path to choose."

Sirius Black: "My little brother is a pure-blood lunatic!"

Voldemort: "That Black boy... his talent is irresistible. He must serve me."

Dumbledore: "Some people's dreams are greater than war itself, but also far more fragile. Should I stop him... or help him?"

Grindelwald: "Black... perhaps you are right. But it will not be easy."

And Regulus had only one answer:

> "My journey lies among the stars and the boundless sea beyond them. I will allow nothing to stand in my way."