As he spoke, he held out his hand. The aged skin on his arm hung in folds, just like the skin on his stomach.
Vaughn withdrew his gaze from the cracks in the wall, smiled, and grasped Kreacher's hand without a care.
Kreacher could not help glancing at him because of that attitude, but he said nothing. The elderly house-elf almost impatiently snapped his fingers.
The space immediately twisted. A rapidly moving vortex stretched Kreacher and Vaughn into long strips and pulled them into a single point.
The next second, a tubular spatial passage formed before Vaughn's eyes.
Vaughn's mastery of space was naturally exceptional. Through the reflections of the surrounding reality sliding along the spatial passage, he quickly determined that Kreacher could bring him into the Black ancestral home not because the house-elf knew how to break the enchantments, but because the wizard who had cast them on the house had deliberately left a passage for the elf.
And only house-elves were allowed to enter and leave through it.
"Although this series of spells only exempts house-elves, as long as I see the passage's coordinates, I can reconstruct them from memory afterward. Then I can use the Dimensional Gate to calculate and replicate it—heh, old Black said he didn't know how to break the enchantments and thought that would stop me from entering and leaving the Black ancestral home. What a dream!"
Of course, since the distance was so short, all of that had passed through his mind in an instant. The Apparition and reappearance soon ended, and in the blink of an eye, Vaughn found himself standing in a drawing room.
He temporarily filed away the memory and surveyed his surroundings.
The drawing room was spacious, but its lighting and furnishings were gloomy and dilapidated.
In 1979, Regulus