For the next three days, Regulus did not practice Apparition again. Once you had mastered that sort of thing, you had mastered it.
He spent all his time in his room, with the desktop covered in all kinds of random things.
Several Quills, two ink bottles, a roll of parchment, a few Galleons and Sickles, and the Black family brooch he usually wore.
Regulus picked up the brooch and placed it in his palm.
He closed his eyes, and his perception spread outward.
The spatial structure of the room appeared in his perception in a strange form: an invisible web made up of countless nodes and connecting lines.
Each object occupied a specific node on the web, and the density, strength, and vibration of each node were different.
The brooch's node was in his palm, fine and stable.
He wanted the web to move on its own.
Just like Kreacher had done—fold the web, bring two nodes closer together, then pass the bead from one to the other.
The theory was simple, but doing it was another matter entirely.
On the first day, the brooch did not move an inch.
On the second day, the air around the brooch began to show subtle distortions, and the edges of objects trembled slightly.
But the brooch itself still sat firmly in his palm, without moving even a millimeter.
On the afternoon of the third day, Regulus changed his approach.
He no longer thought about folding the entire space. That was far too difficult. He only wanted the small piece of space around the brooch to move a little, even if it was just the tiniest bit.
His mind was focused to the extreme, Magic Power gathering in his palm. There was no spell, only the pure combination of will, perception, and Magic