"Is this... a loop?" Through the Spectral Vision Charm, Vaughn clearly saw that when he poured out the potion, the ripples of light around the stone basin, the pillar supporting it, the island platform beneath his feet, and even the entire cavern suddenly became chaotic for an instant.
The already bizarre and uncanny waves of light fell into disorder once more, becoming even more tangled and complex.
Yet Vaughn still precisely caught the invisible "network" that faintly outlined itself amid the turmoil of the light waves, covering every object in the entire cavern.
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The poured-out potion had not vanished. It had returned to the stone basin through this "network."
Likewise, the potion could not truly be touched outside its container—not because it was impossible, but because this "network," or rather the medium carrying it, rejected any "method of contact that did not conform to the rules."
A flash of inspiration struck Vaughn. "The laws of nature!"
"Sir?"
Vaughn lowered his head. It was Kreacher, the aged house-elf looking at him with fear and hope in his eyes.
All right!
Though he dearly wanted to continue his research, he had made a promise after all.
"Don't worry. I'll rescue Regulus right away," Vaughn reassured him.
Hearing that definite answer, Kreacher let out a breath of relief, then hurriedly asked, "Is there anything Kreacher can help with, sir? There are many bodies at the bottom of the lake. Kreacher does not know where Master is, but Kreacher can go down and search—"
"No need. I have another way."
Vaughn cut him off.
Kreacher's method was clumsy, but it was effective. Vaughn had already tested it: the magic Voldemort had set up in this cavern interfered with spells such as the Summoning Charm.
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