Chapter 62: Spatial Warping, and a Joint Misdirection
Over the next three days, Regulus didn't practice Apparition — once mastered, it was mastered.
He spent his time holed up in his room. The desk was covered in miscellaneous items.
Several quills. Two inkwells. A roll of parchment. A few Galleons and Sickles. And the Black family brooch he usually wore.
Regulus picked up the brooch and set it on his palm.
He closed his eyes. Perception spread outward.
The spatial structure of the room revealed itself in his mind as something strange: an invisible net of countless nodes and connecting threads.
Every object occupied a specific node. Density, strength, and vibration differed from node to node.
The brooch's node sat in his palm — fine-grained and stable.
He wanted the net to move on its own.