Magi Ranger

By: Tenstar12

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Power Rangers.

Chapter 31, In Which Harry Gets in Over his Head…

"Ready one. Punch two. Block three. Punch four. Back five, and… Kiai!"

Harry shuffled one of his decks of playing cards as he watched Jason teaching his Karate class. The customers weren't as plentiful today, most likely because of the holiday festivities going on in Angel Grove. With his area behind the counter cleaned up and Ernie back to mixing up various fruit smoothies, Harry was left with little to do to alleviate his boredom than practice his up close magic tricks.

It had been a whirlwind few weeks since Harry's involuntary involvement with the bank robbery. There was a lot going on in Angel Grove in general and with the other Rangers in particular with school out and all of the holiday preparations happening, but Rita was strangely quiet. There wasn't so much as a single monster attack, heck not even a putty sighting on the news, and the nervous tension they felt had quickly been overcome by holiday spirit.

As it was, Kimberly and Trini were out braving the shopping crowds with Tommy tagging along, a boyfriend duty Harry only avoided due to his shift at the Youth Center. Jason was teaching his class at the Youth Center while Zack and Billy sparred nearby, working on the Blue Ranger's form. Harry, of course, was scheduled to work and with the sparse crowd was resigned to his relative boredom as he held a deck of cards in one hand and tried to maneuver the top one just right to get it to jump off the deck so he could catch it in his free hand.

It was rather slow going.

A few of the tricks he had been practicing came to him fairly easily. Basic card tricks and the like were typically just a lot of methodical shuffling and sleight of hand that he found came somewhat easily to him after so many years of delicate control for wand movements and the like. Most of the small, non-card tricks relied on that same sleight of hand as well as quick movement to distract the observers while he set up the trick. But some of these more complex card tricks were giving him some difficulty.

And don't even get him started on the one attempt he had made at throwing the cards…

More than once he had been tempted to use his own magic to ease things along. Just make the cards or props or what have you behave like the trick was designed to make them appear to. In reality as opposed to the illusion created by the magician. He had expressed his dilemma to Zordon and the other Rangers in passing and they had all convinced him to keep working at it. He had actually been quite embarrassed after the slight telling off he had gotten from them at what they saw as him trying to take shortcuts as opposed to working at it. Ultimately though, he had redoubled his efforts to learn to do this type of magic the proper way.

But if and when he got to the point where he was doing bigger magic and performances, he couldn't make any promises.

But aside from learning issues, with his magic tricks and his more practically applicable studies with Tommy and Zordon, Harry had had a rather nice few weeks. Ever since he and Trini had decided to start dating, the two had spent time together every day, even if it was only on Harry's lunch break or a few hours when Trini could get free of family obligations on her holiday break long enough to meet up. Though they had managed a few more "traditional" dates when their free times (and available funds) lined up, their more intimate interactions had been limited to hand holding and cuddling as they had in the park after Jason's reveal as they had both agreed to take things slowly.

Zack and Kimberly (though to a lesser extent than Zack) hadn't been terribly amused when they had found out about the new couple's self-imposed pace. The both of them had been looking for, as Zack put it, "Tales of wandering hands and stolen moments in shady corners." Harry and Trini had exchanged a look before blushing and turning away from each other immediately. They were both too shy/socially awkward for that to be a viable option in their minds, at least at this early point in their relationship anyway.

In the end, Zack had taken every opportunity for some lighthearted teasing of the new couple while Kimberly just dragged Trini off after each date and spent time giggling with her and shooting him looks while Trini blushed. Jason had, after a very awkward apology to the entire team for his outburst and specifically to Trini and Harry, largely left them alone. Tommy was completely supportive of his fellow Rangers' relationship and Billy had wished them both well in his own verbose fashion.

"Hey, are you Harry Pottah'?" an accented voice asked from nearby. Turning towards it, Harry's eyes fell upon a dark skinned man, probably similar in age or slightly older than Harry himself, wearing jeans and a brightly tie dyed t-shirt. Relatively nondescript in his features, he had one of those faces that would simply blend into a crowd. Rather forgettable all things considered.

Taking a moment to gather himself, Harry nodded in return. "I am. What can I get for you?" As he spoke, he idly tucked his cards into his pants pocket and moved closer to the grill.

The man, however, shook his head with a wide smile on his face. "I actually don't need any food, mon. You see, I'm here because I heard you're a magician. I want to hire you."

Harry blinked, shook his head slightly, and then blinked again. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, feeling his cheeks heat up. "But I'm not really anywhere near being ready to do any actual performances or anything. I'm still learning the basics to be honest…"

The man just waved his hands, as if dismissing Harry's statement. "I don't need any big tricks or anything. It's for my little sistah'. She's on a bit of a magic kick right now, what with the Magi Rangah' running around and all. I promised her I would try and get someone to show her some magic tricks, and maybe teach her a few of them… so…"

Harry groaned internally as he stared at the man, debating with himself in his head. "I don't know…"

"Come on, mon," the man's voice was taking on a pleading tone now. "She's only six years old and she really wants to see some magic."

Harry was feeling even worse about it now. Did the guy have to mention that his sister was only a child?

"I can pay too. How about a hundred dollars for whatever time you can give?"

Harry groaned inwardly once more. While he wasn't quite as strapped for cash as he could have been, an extra hundred wouldn't go amiss to help keep him fed and such, not to mention funding future dates with Trini.

With a heavy sigh, Harry shot the anxious looking man a weak smile. "Alright, I might be able to help you out. So long as you understand that I don't really have anything too incredible in my repertoire just yet."

The man looked ready to start dancing in place he was so excited. "Excellent! I was hoping you would agree, mon! She is gonna be so happy!"

Harry just stared, a little shocked at the man's over-the-top reaction. Before he could say anything though, the man had slid a piece of paper across the counter and continued speaking in his jubilant voice. "Here is our address. When can you come by?"

"Err…" Harry's brain seemed to be spinning in place with how quickly everything was happening. "Well, my shift ends in about an hour and I would need to head home to pick up a few things…"

"So give it a few hours then? Thank you so much, mon! You have no idea!"

And with that the man turned on his heel and left. It was only after he had passed out of sight that Harry realized he had never gotten his name.

-MR-

Before his shift ended, Ernie had managed to get Harry to explain the whole situation to him. The kind hearted man was more than a bit amused at how off balance Harry was with the entire transaction, but helped him with directions to the suburban address the man had left all the same.

Once Ernie had finished teasing him, Hedwig had started in. At first, she seemed rather uneasy about the entire situation, but when neither of them were able to reason as to why, she set aside her concerns in favor of all but ordering Harry to bring her along. Aside from her normal attitudes toward protecting Harry, she admitted to wanting to see some of Harry's new "magic" for herself, if only to tease him about it later on.

So it was that after ending his shift at the Youth Center and letting Zack, Billy, and Jason know what he was doing, he teleported back to the Command Center, collected his supplies (after informing Zordon and Alpha of what was going on), and teleported once again to a location relatively near his destination, Hedwig riding along on his shoulder.

Idly looking around him as he walked down the quiet suburban street on the outskirts of Angel Grove, Harry took in the houses around him. Far from the uniformity of Privet Drive he had grown up around, each house he passed gave of a feeling of individuality and pride as he looked upon them. From the carefully tended gardens and lawns to a few trimmed hedges, bushes, and trees, and the well maintained houses themselves, the entire neighborhood just resonated with happiness to him. It was a feeling that he tried to take in as best he could to combat the nervousness building within him at what was technically his first job as a magician, simple though it was.

A mere five minutes of walking later, Harry caught sight of a group of people loitering on the lawn in front of one of the houses ahead of him. The group was standing near a long wooden table with a few chairs set up nearby. As he got closer, he vaguely recognized the accented man who had hired him, mostly because of his clothing… surrounded by about eight children.

Feeling some trepidation at the fact that his audience went from one little girl and her brother to at least eight, Harry barely managed to keep himself moving forward. Shortly after he spotted his client, the man spotted him as well. "Harry! You're early!"

Harry waved back to him with his hand not holding onto the rolling suitcase he had conjured to carry his supplies and careful to not dislodge Hedwig in the process. He waited until he was close enough to not have to shout back before responding. "Yeah, I figured I may as well get going before I lost my nerve."

The man chuckled. "Well we wouldn't want that, would we? My sistah' would be so disappointed…"

Harry just laughed along with him, though a touch uneasily, before turning his attention to the eight strangely silent kids standing in the yard. "So… er… which one of these is your sister? Oh, and I don't think I caught your name earlier either."

The man seemed to recoil slightly, a strange look flashing across his face before he responded. "I never did mention my name, did I?" He scratched the back of his head and laughed weakly. "Sorry about that, mon. The name is… Michael." He extended a hand to Harry for a handshake, which the Magi Ranger quickly took.

As soon as they grasped hands, Harry felt Hedwig's talons tense up slightly on his shoulder. -Harry/Wizard,- she said evenly. -Bad feeling is back again. This man… feels… wrong. I do not know why, but…-

Harry narrowed his eyes a fraction as the two men shook hands, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. –I'll keep my eyes open, Hedwig, but we're already here now, so…- Aloud, he reminded the man of his other question. "And your sister is…?"

The man again seemed to flinch, though this time his face took on a bashful look. "You see, the thing is… she isn't here yet…"

Harry just met his gaze with a flat look.

The man started chuckling again. "Our parents took her out earliah' and they aren't home yet… I was kinda hoping for you to be a surprise for her, but one of her friends asked what I was setting up out here and when I told her she told some other kids and…" He gestured helplessly to the group of still quiet children behind him.

Harry groaned to himself again before taking another breath and nodding firmly. "Well, let's get things going then, eh?"

"Ah…" Michael started before nodding towards the still somewhat tense form of Hedwig on Harry's shoulder. "What about the bird? Not that I'm complaining, but…"

Harry shrugged, again carefully to avoid dislodging his familiar. "This is Hedwig. I've had her since I was eleven and she is perfectly safe to have around the children. I figured if worst came to worst and your sister wasn't impressed with my magic tricks…" he shrugged again. "Well, she always gets a good reaction from the kids who see her at the Youth Center."

The man's eyes brightened again. "Ah! Got it. Plan B." He chuckled again before gesturing Harry toward the table set up in his yard. "After you then, oh great owl magician."

-MR-

"You see kids, there's this ghost that follows me around." Harry leaned forward slightly, prompting the kids to do the same. Personally, he was just glad they had started reacting more normally (read with childish noise and enthusiasm) after he had started with a few magic tricks. It had been about twenty minutes and Michael's sister still hadn't shown up, but the kids had seemed to be getting restless so Harry had gotten started. If worst came to worst, he could always do his first few tricks again when she arrived. So he had sent Hedwig up to perch on the edge of the house's roof and started in on his limited routine.

Glancing around theatrically, Harry suddenly jerked and pointed off to his right, drawing the kids' attention that way. "There he was! Did you see him?" When the kids invariably answered in the negative, Harry kept moving his eyes, acting as though he was following the movements of the "ghost."

Finally, after a few more attempts at pointing out the faux spirit, Harry continued with his trick. Grunting to himself, Harry lightly smacked his own forehead. "Oh, that's right, I'm the only one who can see him like this. I keep forgetting." He shook his head sorrowfully before perking up. "But I think I know a way to help you guys see what he can do. You see, this ghost follows me around because he likes my magic, but what he really likes is to help me in my tricks."

While the children stared attentively, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a half-dollar coin. Holding the in his left hand, Harry began tracking the "ghost" with his eyes again. "Alright, now I just need to…" moving swiftly and making a few of the kids jump, Harry snapped his right arm out, pinching at the air. "Catch him! And then…" Harry moved his pinched fingers to the coin in his other hand and pressed them into the metal. "Put him in the coin."

"And now that he's in the coin," Harry continued, idly pressing the half-dollar more firmly into his palm and pinching it there with the ball of his hand. Moving quickly before he lost his palming grip on the coin, Harry moved his right hand back and snapped his finger sharply, at the same time increasing the pressure on one edge of the coin until it slipped out and "jumped" away from his hand and into the other one. "All he wants to do is play around."

The kids and Michael let out various sounds of amazement and cheer as Harry repeated his trick several times, pressing the coin into his left palm and then letting the "ghost" jump it to his other hand when he snapped. This trick had been fairly easy for him to do, though he couldn't manage more than a foot or so in vertical height. All the same, it was more than enough to entertain the kids before him.

He wrapped up his trick by releasing the "ghost" and putting his coin away. Then, just as he was about to start another, he was interrupted by the beeping of his communicator. Moving to clasp his right hand over his watch to muffle any further noise, Harry quickly turned to Michael. "Hey, I think I may need a quick intermission. Bathroom break, you know?"

Michael didn't react at first, just staring blankly at Harry, but he was soon jumping up from his seat next to the kids and starting toward the house. "Sure, sure. Come on, I'll show you the way."

Upon reaching the house, Michael seemed to struggle a bit with the door before it opened and he led him in and, after a bit further hesitation on his part, to an open bathroom door. "Here it is. I'll just meet you back outside then, yeah?"

Harry nodded, a polite smile on his face. "Sure thing. I shouldn't be too long."

When Michael had left, Harry slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Quickly casting a wandless silencing charm on the door, Harry activated his communicator. "Harry here, what's going on?"

"Harry," Jason's voice came through sounding somewhat panicked. "Goldar and Scorpina are attacking the city and we can't get a hold of Tommy. We're outnumbered in the Megazord! We need help!"

Harry cursed inwardly. Of all the times for an attack to come. And after two weeks of silence too. "I can't get away right now, Jason, it would be way too suspicious…" Thinking quickly, Harry came to a decision. "But I might be able to send Hedwig in to help you guys out anyway. I should be able to let her grow into her Zord form even without me being morphed as long as I give her enough Grid Power. She might not be as effective as if I were there too, but…"

"But we'll take anything to help out at this point. Thanks Harry." Jason said evenly, even as Harry heard the other Rangers making various noises in the background, presumably reacting to another attack from Goldar or Scorpina.

"Not a problem. I'll send Hedwig on her way and try to wrap things up here as quickly as I can so I can join you guys."

"Alright, Harry, just hurry!" And with that, the communicator deactivated.

Frowning slightly, Harry reached out to Hedwig mentally. –Did you get that, Hedwig? The others need your help.-

Hedwig sent a mental sigh before responding. –I heard, Harry/Wizard, and I will go and help our friends, but you must be careful. I still do not like the feel of these… these Not-People…-

Harry's frown only deepened. –You mean you're getting the same feeling from the kids too?-

-I am, Harry/Wizard. They stopped moving as much as soon as you went inside, but the adult not-person is staring at me now.-

Well, that was certainly strange. What was going on here? Shaking himself, Harry drew on the Grid's Power and passed it along to his familiar. –Alright, Hedwig. You go on ahead. I may have to feign illness or something and get out of here sooner rather than later.-

Harry almost felt Hedwig's relief as she spoke. –Good. I shall go on and assist our friends with the Yellow-Plated Monkey and Bug-Lady. Join us as soon as you can.-

Harry nodded before removing the silencing charm and flushing the toilet for effect. He ran the sink for a bit before turning it off again and making his way back out of the house and to the door. Just before he got there, Michael appeared in the still open doorway looking slightly panicked. "Harry!" he said, sounding surprised and worried. "Your bird just flew off, mon!"

Harry gave him a reassuring smile and nodded. "Yeah, she's probably just hunting or something. She'll find her way back later on. She always does. Though I guess it's a good thing that the kids have liked the magic so far since my backup plan just took off."

Harry's comments seemed to calm the man a bit and he gestured for Harry to precede him out the door. Raising an eyebrow, Harry followed the man's lead, hearing the door close behind him as Michael followed him out. Feeling unusually paranoid now, Harry moved over to the table where his supplies were set out only for his eyes to snag on the children beyond it.

The children who were standing in two even rows of four and staring blankly at him.

The children who seemed to be twitching every so often, tilting their heads this way and that as if examining him.

The children that, in a sudden flash of light, turned into a group of eight three foot tall putty patrollers.

"Shit!" Harry cursed, taking a fighting stance while his mind raced on how he would deal with the eight pint sized putties on his own while still protecting Michael as necessary.

"You're really not too smart of a Power Rangah', are you mon?"

Then Harry felt a strong blow to the back of his head and his world went dark.

-MR-

Harry came to with a groan, immediately lifting a hand to the back of his head in an attempt to soothe the pain he felt there.

"Ah… Awake at last, eh Mageling?"

Harry's eyes went wide when Goldar's voice registered through his pain and grogginess. "What the…" Looking around himself quickly, Harry vaguely recognized the foggy ground and green columns with gold bars of Rita's Dark Dimension prison. Harry blinked as the dots connected for him and he forced himself to his feet with a growl.

"So it was a trap then?" Harry asked rhetorically. "All so you guys could catch me? I have to say, I'm flattered Goldar."

The armored simian smirked at Harry as he paced nearby. "The reason behind your capture will become clear all too soon, Mageling. Suffice to say that my Empress has great plans for you."

"Oh yeah?" Harry asked, reaching around and into his back pocket for his Power Coin. "And what makes you think that I'll just come along quietly.

When his searching hand came up empty, Harry's heart sank slightly. When Goldar opened his own clenched fist to reveal Harry's coin it was overtaken by dread. "Looking for this, Mageling? I assure you that you have little other choice than to 'come along quietly.'"

Harry merely scowled, a reaction that only seemed to amuse the armored monster. "What, nothing to say?" Goldar mocked him as he stepped closer, his fist once more closing around the coin to prevent Harry from snatching it. "Where are your taunts and cocky attitude now, Mageling?" Goldar then launched a punch into Harry's stomach. The blow was nowhere near the monster's full strength, but it was more than enough to drop the unprepared Ranger to his knees.

Goldar laughed over Harry's wheezing as he struggled back to his feet, determined to show as little weakness as possible. "Your only hope of survival now, Mageling, is to do exactly as my Empress commands."

Nearly hating himself for the necessity, Harry asked the obvious question. "And what, precisely, might that be?"

Goldar's superior smirk overtook his whole face. "Come along and find out, Mageling." Goldar reached behind his back with the hand not holding Harry's coin captive and retrieved a familiar looking orb that he then held out toward Harry. It was the same, or at least a similar looking, device that Harry had seen Goldar use to travel to and from the Dark Dimension when he had been here to rescue Jason more than three months before.

Knowing what Goldar wanted and refusing to give the simian the opportunity to order it, Harry reached out and touched the orb and soon after was enveloped in a flash of green light.

-MR-

From the control room off of the Dark Dimension, Goldar led Harry, escorted by a few putties (regular sized ones this time), back along the hallway he vaguely remembered and out onto the balcony area with Rita's telescope. There the two found Rita waiting, pacing back and forth with her scepter making a soft clinking noise every other step.

Harry's eyes were invariably drawn to the Elder Wand, still fused with the orb of her staff with the tip piercing through the outer ring. He had seen it several times since he arrived in this dimension and it was stolen, but each time he had been unable to retrieve it. But there was always the potential, no matter how slim, that he could retrieve it now. What better opportunity than when he had been taken to the heart of her fortress after all. The trick would be getting ahold of it and still being able to escape, which would call for ensuring a method of escape in the first place.

Harry's plotting was interrupted when Rita began speaking as she walked down the few steps from the balcony railing. "Welcome to my palace once again Mageling, although this time by invitation."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, lovely place you have here, Rita. The service needs some work though. Not a very polite manner." He idly jerked his thumb over his shoulder to where Goldar was standing sentry by the door.

Rita's smile didn't falter. "Charming as always… I must say that I was unsure of the Twin Man's ability to carry out my plan, but results speak for themselves, wouldn't you say?"

At first, Harry thought she had still been talking to him, but when a familiar accented voice called out from a shadowed corner of the room he discovered otherwise. "Of course, my Empress. I live but to serve you."

"Michael?" Harry asked, confusion in his expression. "But… what? What's going on here?"

Michael smirked before his form blurred slightly and then let out a burst of light that left Harry blinking away spots. When his vision cleared, the dark skinned man was replaced by a humanoid monster that appeared to be made of metal or glass. Its shape was largely that of a human, but with a pair of large pauldrons extending over its shoulders and a pointed head with what looked like a very tall, pointed shirt collar coming up around it. It had no real face to speak of, only a pair of red eyes and a vaguely nose like protrusion set into a blank, expressionless plain. "I'm afraid you fell for my illusion, Magi Ranger. I am the Twin Man and I can take on the form of anything I choose."

Rita's cackling laughter brought Harry's attention back to her. "Yes, the Twin Man is one of my most powerful monsters ever. I have big plans for his powers of duplication, but you have much more important things to be concerned with now. Which brings me to the entire point behind my bringing you here. You see Mageling, ever since we fought on that rooftop before you Rangers stole my Green Ranger from me, I have been studying your magic."

Rita returned to her pacing as she spoke, seemingly oblivious to all else. "Initially, it was in an effort to learn how you were able to redirect and overpower my own spells, but when I found what I believe to be the reason, it opened up an entirely new avenue." Rita turned to face him fully, a wicked gleam in her eye as he lips stretched into a smile. "Because of the lovely wand I acquired from you, I can use your form of magic as well."

Harry's eyes widened involuntarily at her statement. It was true that he had only survived their rooftop encounter because of the hint of the Elder Wand's magic within her own spells, but how did that equate to her being able to use his brand of magic?

Seeing his reaction, Rita's evil smile changed to a cocky smirk before she continued. "Of course it isn't as simple as all that. While you have been puttering about with Zordon and his teachings, learning to access the Grid and the Power, I have found a way to channel my own Power in such a way as to mimic the signature of your natural magic. With this at my disposal, I believe that I will be able to utilize your own brand of highly versatile spells." Her look changed once more, this time to one of eager anticipation. "With your magic at my disposal, I will be completely unstoppable! Nothing in the entire Galaxy will be able to stand against my might!"

Rita froze for a moment, arms raised in celebration and her eyes closed, most likely envisioning her perceived future. Then, after a bit, she relaxed again, her eyes meeting Harry's once more. "Which brings me to your purpose here. You will teach me all you know about your magic and how to use it."

Harry blinked once and then again as he processed Rita's demand. "Err… I'm gonna go with a 'no' on that one."

Rita's face, as opposed to the fury he was expecting, shifted to a sort of smug superiority. "I had anticipated that response, young wizard, and so I took precautions. GOLDAR!"

"Yes your evilness…" Goldar's voice rumbled out before Harry found himself restrained by a Putty on each arm. Before he could react, he felt Goldar's presence just before something was slipped around his neck from behind and locked in place with an audible click.

The two putties released him almost immediately and Harry's hands lifted to the new object around his throat. His fingers had barely brushed it when he felt a pulse of magic from it that was immediately followed by the most intensely painful sensation he had ever felt.

Harry dropped to the ground, writhing in pain as he screamed. This was worse than Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse! The moments seemed to stretch on into eternity until finally, blessedly, the pain stopped and Harry found himself rolled over onto his back by a kick from a smirking Goldar with Rita standing nearby.

"What you are now wearing, Mageling, is known as a subservience collar." Rita explained with a smirk of her own. "It is a wonderful tool created by dark magics that is used to… let's say ensure the cooperation of those who might be less than willing."

"Great…" Harry mumbled, still regaining his wits after feeling the collar's effects.

Rita continued on, either ignoring or ignorant of his comment. "So this is the situation you now find yourself in. You will teach me your brand of magic. Every time you refuse, you will be punished by the collar. This is a completely autonomous function. It activates every time you refuse a command from the one it is attuned to, in this case, me." Rita's smirk was going full force now, her confidence in the superiority of her position clearly visible in her expression.

It was a confidence that Harry currently felt unable to dispute.

With a nod from Rita, the two putties from before stepped forward and heaved Harry to his feet. "I shall give you some time to ponder your new reality, Mageling, and to put together your lesson plans of course. I expect you to give me your best efforts. Your very life depends on it after all."

Harry, his mind racing, voiced the first thought that came to him. "And what if you're wrong? What if you can't really mimic my spells and there's nothing I can teach you?"

Rita's smirk remained unchanged as she signaled for the putties to release Harry again, letting him stand on slightly unsteady legs. "I see I shall have to offer you proof then. I have been watching you, Mageling, and I picked up a few spells just from that. Observe."

Rita turned to face her oversized telescope sitting near the edge of her balcony. While Harry watched, equal parts horrified and intrigued, Rita jabbed her scepter so that the tip of the Elder Wand pointed directly toward the telescope and released a tremendous burst of Power. Power that felt distinctly magical as Harry first knew it. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Harry's horror overtook his interest as he watched the telescope shudder once, twice, three times, before finally lifting unsteadily off the ground a few inches and hovering there.

So there it was. Rita's spell was disgustingly overpowered, probably because she lacked the knowledge to make it work properly without that, but she was capable of using Wizarding magic.

And Harry was being forced to teach her all he knew.

-MR-

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