Chapter 222: Flight
Regulus made it back to the dormitory, washed up, and felt the soreness fading from his limbs.
He lay in bed but couldn't sleep. The excitement had settled, yet his body still carried the memory.
That crushing pressure pinning him against his own spine. The roar of air tearing apart at his ears. Everything ahead dissolving into smeared streaks of light.
Incredible.
He'd experienced several kinds of spatial travel by now.
Apparition, like being squeezed through a rubber tube and spat out the other end. Portkeys, that miserable sensation of a hook yanking you forward by the navel. The Patronus warp, wrapped in warmth and light.
Each had its own strangeness, but none compared to what he'd felt tonight. That was raw speed.
His own power, driving himself to the edge of sound. Inertia crushing his organs backward. The world stretched into countless lines streaming past.
Humans craved speed. Craved flight. Wizards were no different. He certainly wasn't.