Regulus Black never imagined he'd be so lucky—the summoning of the Aries demon succeeded on the very first attempt.
This demon stood about three meters tall and had a much leaner body compared to the Taurus demon. Its two long, curved horns looped into enormous spirals, even passing under its armpits and curling around the outer sides of its arms. Because of this, its neck could only remain fixed in one position, unable to turn left or right—unless it released its arms from within the loops of its horns.
As for its legs, while the Taurus demon had the legs of a bull, the Aries demon had the legs of a ram.
Regulus Black assigned the attribute "Reshape" to the Aries demon, a trait intended for a future plot development.
Summoning magic is essentially considered one of the highest forms of black magic. Without innate talent and formidable mental willpower, an ordinary person could never hope to succeed.
Back during World War II, Hitler and Himmler hired numerous wizards and astrologers and set up countless magical formations, yet they still failed to establish the Third Reich as a world power. Even in his quest to conquer the world, Hitler couldn't successfully complete a demon summoning ritual.
This only proves that the so-called wizards they employed were either frauds, or they weren't truly devoted—using Hitler's funding to pursue their own goals instead.
Now, let's talk about the mysterious book of demon summoning magic: The Key of Solomon.
In Jewish legend, King Solomon of Israel gained the ability to freely summon and command demon spirits through a book written by angels called The Book of Raziel. This book recorded the rules and incantations for summoning, but in reality, it was written by medieval occultists and had no connection to King Solomon himself. Furthermore, the magic described in it encouraged blood sacrifices, classifying it as so-called "black magic." The oldest known copy of this book is said to be a 14th-century manuscript.
The Key of Solomon is divided into two volumes.
The first volume details how to summon and subdue spirits and demons, forcing them to serve the caster. It also includes spells for recovering stolen items, invisibility, winning affection and love, and so on. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
The second volume outlines the key points of magical rituals, such as the caster's attire, the crafting of magical tools, and what kind of animal sacrifices are required for specific demons.
The Key of Solomon contains the summoning methods for 72 demon kings of the underworld, including some familiar names like Bael, Astaroth, Asmoday, and Belial. Among them, the most powerful "demon kings" require an important magical artifact—Solomon's Ring—for summoning.
However, all of this is based on the premise that these demons were creations forged by Solomon himself. After mastering the art of summoning demons, Solomon developed this magical discipline into a full-fledged system.
This legacy was a blessing to future generations. Those who came after only needed to grasp the "key" to open the doors to a new world and summon the demons created by those who came before.
Regulus Black returned to his senses and immediately sealed the Aries demon on the spot.
Now that he had successfully created an Aries demon with the Reshape attribute, he could proceed to save Professor Quirrell.
There's a fanfiction where Quirrell is also saved. In that story, his past actions are thoroughly explained, and he's successfully redeemed from being an evil Death Eater.
However, the part about saving him felt very forced. In the movie, Quirrell turns to ash upon coming into contact with Harry Potter's blood. But in the fanfic, his body simply keeps rotting, and the protagonist retrieves a fragment of Quirrell's soul after attacking Voldemort. Then, using the power of the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell is brought back to life.
Regulus, too, wanted to save Quirrell. After looking into Quirrell's past—graduated from Ravenclaw, once Head Boy, and later returned to Hogwarts as the Muggle Studies professor—it was clear Quirrell was famous for his brilliance. His theoretical knowledge was solid, but he longed for firsthand experience.
So, when he ventured into the Black Forest in Albania, things went wrong.
After returning, Quirrell claimed he had encountered vampires and witches, and was so traumatized that he developed a stutter. He also began wearing a headscarf soaked in garlic juice at all times.
In truth, during his travels in Albania, he had encountered Voldemort—who, at that time, undoubtedly was inhabiting the bodies of small rodents. This caught Quirrell off guard. Due to his lack of strength and carelessness, he was possessed by Voldemort and became his servant.
Still, given that he was appointed as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it was likely that Dumbledore was already aware of his condition.
Just like in the original story, whether it was Dumbledore's distrust of Quirrell or his inability to separate Voldemort from him, the result was the same—Quirrell would die and carry the stigma of being a Death Eater, all for the sake of one person: Harry Potter.
But since vampires were mentioned, we should talk about British culture. The British are superstitious about vampires much like the Chinese are superstitious about Bodhisattvas.
In the 1970s, there was a Welsh hereditary earl named Lucas. On his thirtieth birthday, he inherited a castle passed down through his family. This grand yet eerie castle stood on a seaside cliff and had existed for who knows how many years.
Lucas was a particularly strange man—uneducated and idle, he spent all his time buried in old documents salvaged from ancient castles in Africa and Eastern Europe. No one knew exactly what he was studying.
Until one day, he came running, shouting, to a village twenty miles from the castle. He excitedly told the villagers that he had discovered a method of communicating with vampires. No one believed him. They called him a madman.
Lucas was furious, calling the villagers ignorant fools. Eventually, they drove him out of the village. Before leaving, he threw out one final remark:
"You will all die beneath the fangs of vampires."
That night, nothing happened, and the villagers quickly forgot about Lucas. Months passed, until one day when British officials needed Lucas, as a noble senator, to cast a vote. They sent someone to the castle to fetch him. When the police opened the door, they were met with a horrifying sight: Lucas's neck was torn and mangled, already starting to rot, but the corpse was otherwise intact—completely bloodless, pale as a mummy. Britain later ruled out both suicide and murder. To this day, the case remains a mystery.
After Lucas's death, the village he had visited often heard wolves howling in the dead of night, even though the area had no natural conditions to support wolves. What's more, the howls carried an aura of rage and hunger. Unable to endure the ongoing terror, the villagers eventually abandoned the place.
From this, we can see that even a hereditary noble believed in vampires. So when Quirrell spoke of them, it was easy for others to accept—especially since they were all wizards and already knew vampires truly existed.
However, in terms of magical power, vampires never stood a chance. They were always on the losing end—only during Voldemort's rise did he briefly use them as minions.
In the world of Harry Potter, vampires are more often the result of dark wizards' corruption. In pursuit of immortality, they transform themselves into beings beyond human limits—thus, vampires are born.
But before saving Quirrell, Regulus Black still had some preparations to make, such as visiting Dumbledore.
"Headmaster! What do you think of Quirrell—I mean, as a person? Do you understand his character?"
Regulus Black got straight to the point the moment he sat down, reaching for the pile of sweets nearby.
Hmm… Chocolate Frogs, Licorice Wands, Mars Bars, Ice Mice, Eggnog—he grabbed all of them, then combined them right there in front of Dumbledore into one enormous ice cream sundae. Finally, he poured in some of the Firewhisky he had brought along. A towering, flaming dessert—an Ice Cream Volcano—was now complete.
"Headmaster! Please tell me your thoughts."
Regulus Black leaned back comfortably in his seat, slowly digging into his sugary creation.
For Dumbledore, a man fond of sweets, he never imagined all these familiar candies could be combined like this.
An Ice Cream Volcano!
Truly, one lives long enough to see everything, Dumbledore thought with a sigh.
But this little rascal Regulus Black… doesn't he plan on making a portion for the Headmaster too?
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