Lesson on the end!
Truly wicked skill, to be able to create a self isolation and confusion between other houses and professors.
And that is how Regulus spent 4 weeks to learn skill nr.2!
Draco nodded his head in approval, his cousin was a very delightful student. Alphard looked at his two nephews before looking away feeling helpless and speechless at the same time. His two nephews were such brilliant and intelligent brats.
After some struggles Regulus had finally learnt the two skills of the Slytherin prince and was about to learn how to be a proper lord and heir.
“Wouldn’t Orion teach Regulus those things?” Alphard asked in confusion, clearly forgetting Draco’s brilliant mind that was full of other ideas.
“No, that is too old! Orion will only teach what his father teached him, Cousin doesn’t need to learn old fashioned manners!” Draco’s answers were expected but not expected at the same time. Alphard nodded his head, planning to also attend Draco’s lecture. He had gotten ‘do as you pleased’ pass. If it’s Draco’s teaching then it is bound to be interesting and exceptional.
“Alright, listen very carefully!” Draco warns the two not to ask questions while he is talking. The uncle-nephew duo were used to this, Draco hated when someone interrupts when he is talking.
They had learned it the hard way.
“Let’s begin with a lost ancient history! The ancient kingdom of Eldoria!” Draco said with a professional voice. Alphard and Regulus quietly stared at Draco with a heated gaze when they heard a lost ancient history. They sat straight, summoned a parchment and quill ready to write down whatever Draco was about to tell them. “In the forgotten ancient of history, there once existed a realm shrouded in the mists of antiquity—an ancient magical world known as Eldoria. This mystical land was a tapestry woven with threads of enchantment, where every mountain and stream whispered long-forgotten spells. The diversity of Eldoria was unparalleled, with fantastical creatures harmonizing with vibrant flora beneath shimmering skies.
Governed by a council of elder enchanters, Eldoria maintained a delicate balance between elemental forces. At its heart stood the Citadel of Evergleam, suspended between reality and the ethereal. Crystalline towers reflected the ever-changing colors of the magical aura that enveloped the realm, and the Citadel served as a haven for magic users and scholars.
However, Eldoria faced challenges as dark forces stirred in forgotten corners, threatening the realm's equilibrium. Shadows stretched across once-peaceful landscapes, and whispers of an ancient prophecy foretold a looming cataclysm. It was amidst this backdrop that a young mage named Elara emerged, gifted with the ability to commune with the elements.
Guided by a cryptic prophecy, Elara embarked on a quest to restore balance to Eldoria. Her journey led her through enchanted forests, across shimmering rivers, and into hidden caverns where she encountered mythical creatures and ancient guardians. The dark forces sensed the stirring of power, and Eldoria teetered on the brink of chaos.
In a climactic confrontation at the Citadel of Evergleam, Elara wielded an ancient artifact to dispel encroaching shadows and restore Eldoria to its former glory. The realm bathed once again in vibrant hues, and the whispers of ancient wizards echoed in the winds. Elara, celebrated as a savior, returned the artifact, ensuring the continued harmony of Eldoria.
Yet, a shadow loomed on the horizon. Unbeknownst to the denizens of Eldoria, an ancient force stirred beneath the Elder Tree, the heart of Eldoria's magical essence. Fueled by remnants of darkness disrupted during Elara's quest, this malevolent energy began to seep into the land. Signs of discontent and unsettling dreams haunted the realm. The Elder Trees radiant glow dimmed, casting an unrelenting sadness over Eldoria. Guided by a haunting vision, Elara sought the Eldertrees counsel, revealing an impending catastrophe. The malevolent force threatened to corrupt Eldoria's magic, and the once-peaceful realm faced a looming tragedy.
Determined to rectify her unwitting mistake, Elara embarked on a journey to seek the Oracle of Shadowspire, who held the key to dispelling the impending doom. Venture into the treacherous Shadowspire Mountains revealed a landscape warped and twisted by corruption.
In the Oracle's sanctum, Elara learned of a sacrifice required to cleanse the darkness—the Eldertree itself needed restoration through a ritual demanding the purest essence of magic. Elara, willing to make the sacrifice, unleashed a surge of radiant energy, dispelling darkness but, in an unforeseen twist, causing the Eldertree to crumble. Eldoria, once vibrant, bore the scars of tragedy. The Eldertree, the symbol of the realm's magical heart, lay in ruins. As the magical essence slowly rebuilt, whispers of hope lingered in the winds carrying the essence of the realm's enduring magic. The history of Eldoria, marked by triumph and tragedy, continued to unfold, leaving an indelible mark on the ancient magical world's annals.” Regulus and Alphard were having a hard time to comprehend the information they were given. They had never known such things were possible, only learning about how they were hunted down and went hiding, their minds still swirling with the fantastical tale of Eldoria.
Draco continued analyzing, completely forgetting that he wasn't a professor anymore. "You see, the history of Eldoria is a tale of magic, balance, and the eternal struggle between light and darkness. It is a reminder that even in the most enchanted realms, challenges and unforeseen consequences can arise."
As the parchment continued to fill with Draco's words, he delved deeper into the aftermath of Eldoria's trials. "In the wake of Elara's sacrifice, a new era dawned for Eldoria. The denizens, resilient and determined, worked together to rebuild their shattered realm. The once-ruined Eldertree, though physically gone, lived on in the memories and spirits of the people. It became a symbol of their strength and unity in the face of adversity."
Draco's voice carried a somber tone as he narrated the consequences of Elara's actions. "The land of Eldoria, forever changed by the events that unfolded, now stood as a testament to the fragility of magic and the necessity of balance. The scars on the landscape served as a constant reminder of the sacrifices made to preserve the realm."
Regulus and Alphard exchanged glances, trying to process the magnitude of the story they had just heard. Draco, noticing their confusion, offered a reassuring smile. "I understand this is a lot to take in, but Eldoria's history is a lesson for us all. It teaches us about the consequences of unchecked power and the importance of understanding the intricate dance between light and shadow."
As the trio sat in contemplative silence, Draco concluded, "Remember, the threads of magic that weave through our world are delicate and interconnected. Our actions, no matter how well-intentioned, can have profound consequences."
Draco paused, allowing the weight of the noble legacy in Eldoria to settle in the minds of his audience. Alphard and Regulus listened intently, absorbing the intricacies of the ancient societal structure. Draco, ever the charismatic storyteller, continued with a sly smile, "It seems I have forgotten my original goal, so the history lesson ends here!"
He turned to Alphard and Regulus, a twinkle in his eye. "Now, my esteemed cousin and uncle, we shall begin our real lesson!"
He paced around the room as he continued his lecture. "Being a lord is not just about wielding power and authority. It's about understanding the diverse tapestry of our world and navigating its complexities with wisdom and empathy."
Draco's words hung in the air, weaving a tapestry of ancient wisdom. The room, adorned with the trappings of magic, seemed to resonate with the historical echoes of Eldoria. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls, emphasizing the gravity of Draco's discourse.
He continued, his voice a steady stream of knowledge, "In the grand tapestry of Eldoria, the term 'lord' transcended mere governance. It carried echoes of tradition, honor, and a code of conduct steeped in formality. Whether navigating the intrigues of court or leading armies into battle, a lord embodied the essence of nobility—a pillar upon which the fortunes of the realm rested."
As Draco paused, his gaze shifted between Regulus and Alphard, both absorbing the weight of his words. The knowledge imparted seemed to settle upon them like a mantle, a connection to a bygone era that now echoed through the corridors of time.
"To ascend to the position of lord," Draco continued, "was to accept a multifaceted role. A lord was not just a wielder of power; they were the architects of law, arbiters of disputes, and defenders against external threats. Their halls echoed with the weight of decisions that shaped the fate of their subjects."
Regulus and Alphard exchanged glances, recognizing the complexity of the responsibilities laid upon the shoulders of these ancient lords. Draco's voice, calm and authoritative, carried the weight of centuries of tradition and the gravity of leadership.
"Yet," Draco's tone softened, "being a lord was more than a mantle of authority. It bore the weight of responsibility for the welfare of the entire realm. Judicious judgment, commitment to the common good, acts of benevolence, patronage of the arts, and a keen sense of justice were the hallmarks of a benevolent lord."
Draco leaned back, his eyes still fixed on his cousins. The room seemed charged with a quiet energy, as if the lessons of Eldoria had momentarily materialized in the very air they breathed.
“Alright! Let’s take a long break for you two to rest!” Draco broke the silent study atmosphere.
Draco knows this knowledge was too much for his cousin and granduncle! Even he and his friends were overwhelmed when they read the old book they found in Hogwarts. After all, it was about centuries ago.
Even before the muggle god called Jesus was born!
Well the world is full of secrets and mysterious so it’s not surprising to discover a lot of surprising stuff that would overturn their world view.
There was a reason why Draco told the history of most ancient era stories and gave it as an example because nowadays lords aren’t enough. They are prejudiced, arrogant and so on, not fit to be real noble lords!
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Regulus and Alphard were having a really hard time grasping the whole story that was forced in their mind. They took their parchment and read it again, not understanding what was going on. They felt what Draco told them was just so unbelievable and another worldly, they understood it was an ancient lost history but there is something that really doesn’t make any sense at all.
And they don’t know what it is that doesn't make any sense.
Otherwise everything was amazing, the story and why it was actually even met it’s diminish to the point of it ceased existing.
“Is this even before Merlin and the four founders?” Alphard asked, they were sitting in the tea room for a break. Regulus looked at Draco who was sipping his coffee.
“According to our research, it was even before the wizard and witch hunting. We have a theory of this being the first or second epoch of humanity before it had met its ending or the beginning of a new age and epoch!” Draco without any hesitation told them, he took a sip of his coffee again. Regulus and Alphard looked at Draco waiting for further explanation. “We decided to call it the epoch of Wizard and Muggle coexistence!”
“Does that mean there might be more lost histories?” Regulus asked, Draco nodded his head. “If I’m right then after the wizards went into hiding and created a wizarding world it should be the fourth epoch: The Age of Chaos!” Draco said Regulus wrote it down with the fastest speed, Alphard was in deep thought while sipping his tea.
“Why is the name of this epoch; the Age of Chaos?”Alphard asked, not understanding why it was called that. Regulus looked up from his notebook, silently he charmed it with self writing mode. He directed his gaze toward his cousin.
Draco’s eyes lifted upon Alphards question, with a mischievous expression he elaborated. “It’s actually a very simple reason! Because it was chaotic like how wizards had to flee and hide, then by some miracle they created a secret commotion, before the first dark lord arose and was defeated. Not long after that second dark lord rises causing havoc!”
Alphard and Regulus were defeated, speechless upon realizing that Draco was right and the name was really fitting to be called as the epoch.
Their and other lives were filled with chaos and havoc.
The pure Blacks without Malfoy decided that they had learned enough about the secrets of the world. Went to rest, they deserved it after listening to Draco’s history that was even more interesting than professor Binns.
And so in Draconis Lucius Black Malfoy’s confusion his two living companions went to take a nap.
Regulus spent his next three weeks, lectures and reading history book given by his cousin. And then after he graduated from Draco's lectures, he and Draco worked on their new project.
They were making a two way contacting diary, when Regulus was worried about how to contact his brother without anyone knowing, Draco gave him the idea of making a diary or notebook as a way of communicating.
It was fairly easy to gather stuff that needed to be made, but the problem was that it was their first time doing it and so they had to experiment a lot. That took a whole 2 days and on the 3rd day they succeeded in making it. Regulus packed it and sent it to Sirius, it will take a little bit time to arrive at Potters manor.
Regulus and Alphard looked at the letter just arrived, it was from Orion Black. They exchanged a look, their time together is ending. To be honest both of them were reluctant to separate, having spent two months together they became closer to each other.