The legacy of Eldrin's ancestors' Natural Magic was branded directly into his consciousness.
It was not some list of spells, only the trajectories of magic power flow, methods for resonating with nature, and the ancestors' insights into Natural Magic Power.
Natural Magic Power had attributes, trajectories; it was a living thing with a temperament.
Just as wind would flow around obstacles, and water would follow gullies, it needed resonance and guidance, not simple plunder.
The ancestor's talent had been an innate bridge. He could communicate directly with Natural Magic Power and see its flow directly. Those had been his natural eyes.
Regulus did not have those eyes, much less that luck, but he could sense a plant's emotions and condition. This was another set of senses.
Like a blind man feeling an elephant, though he could not see the whole picture, he could still touch its outline.
That was enough. Eldrin's decades of experience exploring Natural Magic Power—what paths worked, what were dead ends, where traps lay, where treasures were hidden.
Now he only needed to walk this path once in his own way.
He thought of the experiment he had done with daisies before, guiding a healthy daisy's magic power to repair its injured companion. It had succeeded, but the efficiency had been low.
Now he understood where the problem lay. He had only been moving magic power, like scooping water with a bucket, while Eldrin's method had been to dig a channel and divert the water.
But the Wizarding World had never had any logic where a legacy alone could let someone ascend to the heavens in a single step. Otherwise, Grindelwald or Voldemort would long since have been able to summon an army of inheritors and sweep across the earth.
Hidden within a legacy were an ancestor's