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James Potter looked directly at Regulus incredibly excitedly, practically vibrating with Gryffindor energy. The other little wizards also immediately, violently turned their heads, their intense gazes completely fixed entirely on the Slytherin heir.
Sirius, Severus, and the others had absolutely already begun to highly secretly, highly mathematically assess their own raw magical strength and combat reflexes in their minds against the moving targets. Mary quietly, nervously glanced at Lily, violently resolving to actively, aggressively study incredibly hard and heavily strive to legally get a flawless 'Outstanding' grade in either Defence Against the Dark Arts or Charms by the very end of the academic term. And then, she would finally, officially apply to join the highly exclusive Dueling Club—she currently absolutely only had a mediocre 'Acceptable' in both subjects, which was completely insufficient for combat.
The Muggle-born twins, Jacob and Evie, who were strictly, biologically still entirely in their first year and highly temporarily, legally unable to officially join the massive Dueling Club yet, completely exchanged highly envious glances. Their young hearts were entirely filled with massive, profound envy—exactly how incredibly great would it actively be if they could also illegally, magically practice advanced combat spells directly at home too!
Exactly what should they logically do this upcoming summer holiday?—at this exact, freezing moment, they highly desperately, profoundly wished they also actively possessed a highly cool, capable adult wizard exactly like Uncle Al permanently living at their home.
Standing entirely under absolutely everyone's massive, highly expectant gaze, Regulus simply, smoothly spread his empty hands and showed a highly regretful, perfectly calculated CEO smile:
"Unfortunately, I completely mathematically haven't set aside the necessary logistical time for that specific activity today."
He smoothly looked at his loyal friends' slightly, deeply disappointed eyes and immediately added with a highly promising, brilliant smile:
"But absolutely do not worry. I will officially, logistically arrange a massive tournament immediately after we successfully get back to school. We can easily, highly officially organize a massive outdoor moving-target activity directly on the Hogwarts grounds. It'll definitely, absolutely be super cool."
As Regulus spoke his corporate promises, the highly energetic little wizards' eyes absolutely first dimmed with massive disappointment, then violently, brilliantly brightened again with pure, unadulterated excitement.
Absolutely anyone with eyes could clearly, mathematically tell that all the little wizards currently present in the room highly regarded Regulus entirely as their absolute, undisputed leader. They possessed absolutely no doubt whatsoever about his logistical abilities and tactical decisions.
Absolutely no wonder his brilliant little nephew was immediately sorted directly into Slytherin— Alphard smiled slightly from the back of the group. The Noble House of Black might actually, logically just finally produce a highly competent, terrifying Minister of Magic.
"That's exactly right, little ones. This specific time, we absolutely have to deeply disappoint you—" Ethan heavily chimed in exactly at the tactically right moment, maintaining his strict military demeanor. "Except for Regulus and Al, absolutely all of you are mathematically far, far from possessing the raw physical level required to safely use lethal moving targets without hurting yourselves or others."
Ethan looked highly respectfully directly at Alphard, recognizing the adult guardian currently on the little wizards' side.
The two adult men exchanged highly professional, military-like glances, and Alphard also nodded incredibly seriously: "That's absolutely the truth. We'll definitely, safely try again when there's a vastly better logistical chance. Also, tactically speaking, I absolutely, mathematically need to physically modify this massive concrete place with complex runic arrays beforehand—"
Alphard highly mischievously winked directly towards Sirius.
"If you incredibly reckless little ones accidentally violently use far too much explosive magical force on a target, you highly likely might accidentally, completely blow up Ethan's highly expensive shooting range."
Sirius, Severus, and James all immediately nodded highly understandingly, their faces pale; they had absolutely all historically, physically experienced nearly violently blowing up a massive house during completely accidental, childhood magical outbursts.
The two adults are actually acting quite incredibly, politically reliable together, aren't they? Regulus showed a highly satisfied, deep smile. He had once highly incorrectly thought Uncle Al was simply just a massively grown-up, highly reckless pureblood version of Sirius... but if it actually were Sirius standing there, he would highly likely have absolutely already yelled 'let's do it!' and violently started blowing up targets with Bombarda by now.
Uncle Al is absolutely, undeniably still a highly calculating, flawless product of Slytherin!
"Alright," Ethan laughed highly heartily, a booming sound. He raised his heavy wrist to highly sharply look at his expensive, highly reflective Rolex Submariner watch, and his military tone instantly became highly serious again. "I completely, absolutely promised Regulus I'd personally show him the family's highly classified antique weapon collection today. Do you kids actively want to come along to the vault?"
...
The massive, highly secure Frye Family's antique weapon collection room was absolutely still vastly more physically impressive and heavily guarded than Regulus had even originally, mathematically imagined it would be.
It honestly wasn't that there were incredibly, terrifyingly powerful, modern explosive weapons collected here... but rather that absolutely each specific, highly polished item resting in the massive collection was treated exactly like a priceless historical artifact, highly carefully, meticulously placed in orderly, perfectly lit, heavy bulletproof glass display cases.
Many of the lethal weapons actually had a small, highly informative brass plaque mounted underneath them, highly academically listing the exact weapon model, the specific year of creation, the original manufacturer, the kill count, and so on.
It was mathematically much more exactly like a highly exclusive, highly curated small museum of classical, highly lethal weaponry.
Over here was a highly popular, beautifully maintained Victorian-era revolver, entirely with a flawless gold-plated trigger guard—highly understated, yet incredibly luxurious.
Directly over there was also an incredibly classical and highly elegant gentleman's cane sword, with heavy, flawless gold and ivory carvings beautifully inlaid entirely on the heavy pommel, and a small, highly polished portion of the slender, lethal steel blade, drawn slightly out, gleamed completely coldly in the spotlights.
Directly behind it, highly terrifying rows of perfectly balanced throwing knives and lethal darts of completely various sizes were securely, violently embedded directly into a rich red velvet backdrop. Their sharp steel blades were polished exactly like mirrors, highly oiled, and almost completely physically ready to be violently used immediately in combat.
In the heavy glass display case directly below, there were also several heavy, brutal sets of polished brass knuckles that honestly physically looked highly painful simply just to visually look at—highly simple, blunt trauma instruments, yet completely possessing a highly terrifying, violent aesthetic of street combat.
There was actually even the exact, flawless original historical version of the heavy recurve knife Evie had highly violently drawn in the Hogwarts trophy room. The massive, jagged nicks completely covering the steel blade silently told the highly bloody story of its glorious, lethal history.
...
Regulus's dark gaze violently, uncontrollably shifted completely to the absolute center of the massive wall, the absolute most eye-catching, highly prominent position in the entire vault—securely locked entirely behind heavy, highly thick bulletproof glass, completely resting directly under highly focused, blinding spotlights, the specific item in the collection deeply resembled a highly dazzling, lethal work of modern art...
His highly analytical, gaming gaze was absolutely, completely firmly locked directly onto this highly exquisite yet incredibly cold, lethal weapon; he entirely, unconsciously completely held his breath in pure shock, an absolutely unspeakable, massive wave of pure gamer awe rapidly rising within his chest—
This was absolutely, physically a highly complex, mechanical pair of leather and metal gloves. Generally highly dark in color, with a beautifully smooth and incredibly dignified, flawless surface of finely polished, expensive gold metal. The absolute, lethal tip of a highly complex, hidden steel wrist blade slightly, perfectly protruded directly from behind the reinforced finger covers. And there was absolutely also a highly small, incredibly precise, mechanical grappling hook device firmly mounted on the side of the metal housing, completely along with a heavy steel grappling hook perfectly shaped exactly in the undeniable form of the Assassin's emblem...
Regulus's heart rate gradually, violently accelerated, thumping against his ribs.
After a highly long, completely breathless time, he slowly turned his head to look directly at Evie, who was simply standing completely quietly to the side of the case, then violently turned his dark gaze directly back to the glass to confirm the details completely carefully.
That's absolutely right. I absolutely, mathematically wouldn't ever physically mistake this specific design—
This was absolutely, undeniably none other than the legendary, world-famous—
"Assassin's Gauntlet".
...
"It's absolutely beautiful, isn't it?" Ethan sharply noticed Regulus's highly focused, entirely entranced expression. He walked highly quietly over and said with a proud, warm smile, "This is actually a highly specific, custom kinetic weapon our famous ancestor actively used; her name was completely also Evie."
"It has absolutely been safely, securely passed down directly through many, highly secretive generations completely within our family line, but... sadly, right now absolutely no one can legally figure out how to safely use it," he sighed heavily, highly shrugging slightly with deep, profound regret—
"I highly eagerly tried it on when I was a little child, and there was absolutely, completely no mechanical reaction from the blade at all. Maybe the internal springs are permanently broken or rusted."
A thousand massive, highly terrifying, overpowered tactical thoughts raced violently through Regulus's gamer mind... but in the absolute end, he simply just gave a highly dry, tight nod, his dark gaze absolutely never completely leaving the lethal Assassin's Gauntlet—
This sheer, unadulterated sense of pure glory and lethal elegance—
He completely could honestly say he had once owned and aggressively experienced it in the virtual world.
This is exactly the absolute, pure, unadulterated romance completely only true gamers understand!
Highly vivid, action-packed images constantly flashed directly in his corporate mind: the highly sharp and incredibly swift, violent movement of the hidden wrist blade completely silently popping out of the housing to assassinate a target, and the highly graceful, lethal figure of the original Evie Frye completely, flawlessly scaling massive brick walls and towering slate roofs entirely in Victorian London...
Regulus highly subtly glanced exactly at Evie again. His sharp, highly trained peripheral vision keenly noticed Alphard completely beside him also highly suspiciously narrowing his grey eyes, looking incredibly thoughtful. The roguish pureblood was clearly, absolutely already deeply, politically pondering something highly complex in his brilliant mind regarding the Muggle artifact—
Hey— Regulus thought cynically. If this were exactly... the highly annoying Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office... hey... if the bumbling Arthur Weasley were to legally, actively investigate Uncle Al's massive collection of highly lethal Muggle artifacts... exactly who legally knows exactly what kind of highly violent, political sparks would violently fly between them...
Regulus highly successfully, violently diverted his own tactical attention completely away from the blade. His violent heart rate rapidly returned to a completely normal, steady rhythm, and he completely couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Regulus, exactly what on earth are you highly secretly smiling about?" Sirius immediately asked; he was entirely, completely far too familiar with his younger brother's highly specific, calculating corporate expression, which usually meant something highly massive and incredibly fun was actively about to violently happen.
"Hmm... I was simply just mathematically thinking... can our highly advanced Alchemy absolutely, legally be used to actively, completely repair highly complex Muggle items?" Regulus spoke highly casually completely off the cuff again, planting the seed.
His dark gaze entirely, hungrily returned directly to the gauntlet, his eyes incredibly gentle.
Hearing this highly specific tactical question, Alphard nodded completely approvingly—the massive, highly lucrative idea was incredibly, undeniably very good. Exactly just like him, Regulus is truly, absolutely the brilliant little alchemist he had personally, heavily guided.
But completely no matter exactly what, this priceless gauntlet was ultimately, legally a highly secure Frye Family collection; they absolutely, mathematically couldn't legally make highly invasive decisions directly on their own—
Regulus violently felt that highly massive, deep anxious feeling again, which was incredibly rare for his cold CEO mentality.
It completely mathematically seemed the absolute, highly urgent top priority right now—was to completely, highly aggressively build a massive, highly beneficial corporate relationship entirely with the Frye Family.
"Oh right, Dad, I highly specifically told you! Regulus actually owns two massive, highly terrifying golden eagles!" Evie suddenly, violently tugged at Ethan's crisp sleeve and looked directly at Regulus with massive, wide eyes. "Regulus, are they actually here today in London too?"
"Mhm." Regulus smiled completely and nodded happily. "Godric and Regina are actually currently on their way directly to this specific location."
"Ah, it completely, really is them! I actually legally even saw a highly massive report exactly about 'Godric the Eagle of Freedom' entirely on the BBC news! That was massive, highly viral news that violently caused an absolute sensation completely in London—" Cecily highly excitedly said. "I completely, absolutely didn't expect you to physically be the exact boy who took them from the zoo!"
Regulus actively, heavily activated his highly advanced Eagle Vision; Godric and Regina were currently aggressively, violently flying completely directly towards them from the city limits.
High up in the freezing winter air, Godric the Eagle of Freedom flawlessly made a highly lively, banking turn, and the magnificent, sprawling Muggle city completely flashed rapidly past entirely in his incredible sight—
That was exactly London's absolute most highly favored, massive majestic palaces, the deeply solemn, towering stone churches, completely as well as the blindingly dazzling high-rise corporate buildings and the violent hustle and bustle of roaring traffic...
Looking completely quietly at the highly miniature, modern version of Evie Frye standing directly in front of him, and the highly lethal Assassin's Gauntlet that had completely captured absolutely everyone's intense attention.
Regulus's heart completely, violently skipped a massive beat—
I have the tools. I have the bloodline. I have the eagles.