Chapter 120: Easter Holiday
Regulus nodded.
It was like painting. Rendering a physical object was straightforward because there was something to reference. Painting an abstract concept was harder because the artist had to build the framework of understanding from scratch.
His mind was still turning over what he'd witnessed. One thing was now confirmed that his spatial magic hadn't gone unnoticed either. That didn't surprise him.
It only reinforced what he already suspected. Dumbledore's hand was behind this.
McGonagall had been showing him what Transfiguration could do to space.
Then she continued.
"Truly advanced Transfiguration doesn't rely entirely on understanding, because some things can never be fully understood. The flow of time. The trajectory of fate. The nature of the soul. Yet a skilled Transfiguration master can still exert influence over them."
Regulus snapped back to the present, frowning. "If you don't understand something, how can you transfigure it?"
"Through intuition. Through conviction. Through the mystery inherent in magic itself." Her tone stayed even, but something steady and sure flickered behind her eyes as she spoke. "Transfiguration, taken to its furthest point, touches the essence of magic. The part that can't be fully parsed by logic or captured by knowledge."