Chapter 313: Soul Tremor [bonus]
Voldemort pressed onward, his will unwavering, his purpose clear, like a fingertip turning to the next page of a book to see what lay beyond.
The needle's point had become a fingertip. More surface contact now, more weight bearing inward.
Regulus's Occlumency pushed back against the boundary, briefly, symbolically, just enough to let Voldemort feel there was a defense here.
Then he let go.
He knew who he was facing.
Holding every layer shut against Voldemort served no purpose. It would only sharpen his hunger to see inside.
A token resistance, then a step back, the natural reaction of a young Occlumency student confronting an intrusion far beyond his level.
Voldemort's advance stayed gentle. No violent breach, no crushing of defensive structures.
A fingertip pressed down, resistance appeared, a touch more force, and the resistance gave way. He followed it in.