Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

A piece of letter paper floated into Harry's hands along a soft, crooked path.

Second reasonably successful wandless flying spell today.

"That's pretty good. Distance and the weight of objects will also affect the effectiveness of magic. Most powerful magic still relies on the support of a wand." Draco's eyes moved along with the fluttering of the letter paper, and finally stopped at Harry's hand. He then raised his head and gave Harry an encouraging smile.

"My wandless spell practice seems to have reached a bottleneck." Harry waved the papers in his hand, making a rustling sound. "It seems difficult to make further progress. I think I have been concentrating enough. I can't even make the zoo glass disappear with my bare hands like I did when I was a kid."

"Your fingers are in contact with the glass. Perhaps it would be easier to control the magic with direct contact," Draco reasoned soothingly.

After escaping from the goblin dungeon with the help of a wandless Fire Charm last time, Harry would spend a fixed period of time every day studying wandless magic. The training in the Auror profession had enabled Harry to cast a large number of difficult confrontational spells with the help of a wand at a high level, but the experience of his wand being accidentally broken last time left Harry with lingering fears.

"It's improving just as my Parseltongue skills are improving." Draco tapped the letter with his wand, and it returned to its original position in a quick and neat gesture. Draco ruffled Harry's hair, switched to Parseltongue, and hissed word by word: "Excellent, dear."

What surprised Harry was that there were very few professional books on wandless spellcasting. In the major advanced works on spells, the part of casting spells without a wand was always glossed over, or it was simply mentioned that this was a skill that only goblins and house-elves needed to learn, and that the ability and power to use a wand was a noble glory that belonged exclusively to wizards.

"Since this mission requires dealing with a large number of Muggles, it is not convenient to hold a wooden stick in your hand every day. Muggle clothing designs usually do not have such a large space for us to put down a wand." Harry lifted the broken hair on his forehead and picked up a Muggle custom-made suit. "Like this suit, its pockets are even fake."

"Maybe just like different people's physiques, wandless magic has its own suitable fields." Draco paused, "Have you heard of Occlumency? Bellatrix taught me."

"Of course." This was a course that Harry failed to learn under Snape. Before the misunderstanding with Snape was resolved, these lessons were unforgettable experiences. In Snape's office filled with bottles and jars, countless of his unbearable memories were forced to be retrieved by Legilimency. Of course, he also accidentally touched upon the past that Snape did not want to recall...

"My level of Occlumency is not stable," Harry admitted dryly. "That's why Voldemort was able to communicate with me for so long, and even create illusions in my mind to deceive me."

"If you study this kind of thing - wandless spells related to the human brain might be more practical than these." Draco took Harry's arm and led him to the sofa. "Muggles won't suddenly point at you and curse you, but they will lie, or you will need to use a Confusion Charm temporarily. If there are other people around, you can't suddenly take out your wand."

"Okay." Harry recalled the soft flying spell just now. Muggles might think that it was a gust of wind that blew the letter into their hands. He was not sure how long he would have to practice before he could summon his broom from a long distance to his hand quickly without a wand, just like in the Triwizard Tournament.

But wandless spells involving the brain can be performed - someone has personally proven its feasibility, and that's Voldemort.

"Voldemort is a master of Legilimency. As long as you are around him, it is difficult for him not to know all your thoughts." Draco said slowly, "As long as you open your mouth, he will know whether you are telling the truth or a lie."

"Indeed." Ever since first grade, when Voldemort was still clinging to Quirrell's head, he could easily see through the lies Harry made up in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"But my ability to control my own brain from being invaded is not stable enough, can I actively invade other people's brains?" Harry answered uncertainly, "Perhaps only someone as powerful as Snape can deceive Voldemort, maybe he can-"

"I did it, too, Harry." Draco smiled helplessly. "My ability to hide my love for you from Voldemort has reached the pinnacle. In a group of Death Eaters that may fight among themselves at any time, it is important to understand what others are thinking."

Harry was interrupted by Draco in the middle of his words, and now he stood there in shock.

"In fourth year, you came back with Cedric's body and told everyone that Voldemort was back. My father was summoned by the Dark Mark, and my greatest fear was not the outbreak of new conflicts between wizards - because whether he came back or not, our family's status would remain the same. But when I knew I had to be involved in all this, my greatest fear was that Voldemort would accidentally find out about my special feelings for the Boy Who Lived - I'm afraid our entire family would be treated as a joke by him and torn to pieces."

Draco dropped his eyes. "Then I thought of going to Bellatrix. Before that, I had to frantically create some memories that insulted you, because learning these things will sooner or later open your brain to others."

"Really?" Harry said, his throat dry. "I was studying Occlumency for a long time, but it was getting nowhere. Is that why you were a bastard for seven years?"

"What else? Or wait for Voldemort to peel off my memory one day and see me kissing the Savior in my dream?" Draco frowned. "It's so annoying. I prepare a bunch of dirty words to curse you every day, but you still appear in my dreams. Every time I finish the dream, I live in fear more than the day before."

"I—" Harry chose his words carefully.

"I had to wake up and repeat to myself three times every day that I hated Harry Potter, but a great lie can't fool yourself at all."

"Since I can do it, so can you. Although Occlumency and Legilimency are one defense and one offense, they are of the same origin." Draco stared at Harry and continued, "And from the perspective of the wizard's personality, Occlumency is about stripping away emotions, avoiding and numbness, and hiding secrets in the deepest part. Legilimency is more active."

"so--"

"So you might be better at Legilimency than Occlumency in wandless magic. Maybe you don't even bother to disguise or hide." Draco simply squatted in front of Harry. "Most of the Muggle elites and politicians are full of lies. This will be a very useful skill."

"Look at me." Draco held Harry's face with his hands. The gray eyes under his eyelashes were like a smoky morning. "Try me. See if you can absorb some of my memories - the false fairy tales my parents wove for me since I was a child, and the messy reality after the fairy tales were torn apart."