Harry Potter Wandless Magic Novels & Stories

I asked, furrowing my brows. "There are advanced witches who can do magic without wands. The wands are just for supporting our magic till we're able to do it without it." Vivian answered as she entered the shop. I stepped inside the shop, following behind my friends who walked into the 'only staffs' room. The kitchen looked spacious and neat while reminding my unhygienic lifestyle. If I'm left here, I'll dirty this place as well. "Let's make a cake. I'll heat up the chocolate while you make the batter, cool?" Vivian said, assigning us the jobs.

He tried to remove the aura of his existence because he didn't want to spoil the moment when Draco met Zergenth for the first time. Lycus Lewis was invisible because he was using disguise magic, but Draco could sense his presence. He took out the magic sphere above his palm and threw it towards the location where Lycus Lewis was standing. In a place where there was nothing appeared a green bamboo flute hovering in the air. Draco threw down the magic sphere on the green bamboo flute that spun three hundred and sixty degrees as fast as a windmill. The bamboo flute spun very fast to deflect and absorb the magic energy Draco had thrown it easily.

He looked at me and calmly said, “More than I’m willing to admit. It’s been thirty years, Emma. Do the math.” I called on my magic to set his face on fire, but… nothing happened. I tried again, but again... nothing. What the fuck is happening? Harry, noticing my face, gripped my hands and removed them from his clothes, saying, “Your magic doesn’t work in this place, Emma. So here, you have no way to threaten me.” I stood looking at the hands in silence. Damn! I looked up and said, “How is that possible?”

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

Anytime I could physically be close to her was a reward. “I’m kind of tapped out,” Harry said. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but Mirja nodded. I must have looked confused, so Mirja explained. Some witches and warlocks can use magic but need a source to pull from. Whether it’s from ancient runes, sacrifices, energy, etc. It’s a give-and-take situation. The bigger the offer, the more influential the spell. “I can probably get us there and have George meet us. Then, he could get us back.” Harry suggested.

“Was already coming to that, but let’s tackle it. Siphons, unlike witches, do not need to utter words, though there are advanced spells that might need words, but they can do basic magic by just thinking about it.” The red ball was swirling now. “Like I said, nature always finds a way to balance every magic it gives and witches are no different. If they can access their magic without touching anything or finding it first, then they can also think of what they want to happen without first uttering words, you can imagine how out of control they would be.” Siphons. I had no idea there was a thing like that.

My voice brimmed with surprise at this incredible prospect. “More or less, wolf, we can't use all the magic.” Denver pondered. “The few we can involve transportation, meaning we open a passage to another safe location. In some cases, more experienced wizards and witches can use levitation spells or manipulate flames, but these powers are less effective in that form.” “I'm sorry, but why are they less effective?” I observed as he sniffed. “Magic is inherently connected to everything, and the state you're in demands a lot from your body and the surrounding resources. Each symbol on the ground draws that magic from the environment, weakening it in the physical plane!”

he began, looking at me for my input. I nodded and smiled. I was jotting the different ones down so that I could keep it all straight. The week before the Ball would be very hectic indeed. “The next one I believe would be beneficial is Manipulation magic. Siphoning it from Leonidas would be the most beneficial because it is slightly stronger than Zane’s. It will allow for a plethora of uses. You could create mirages, alter your appearance, create fog, and many more options. Both Zane and Leonidas would be perfect tutors for this and can help you learn things which may be the most beneficial for you.”

How could I ever take this thing off? He used to be a very powerful wizard alongside my father, but he inadvertently lost his magic. He tried using forbidden magic, causing the gods to take it away as a consequence. Apparently, he is still able to detect magic in objects as well as people, and can still be affected by magical items. He just can’t cast spells or use magic himself. I felt great sympathy for him when he shared his story. I wished I could give it back. Heck, I even tried. He laughed, telling me I don’t have that kind of power. Eventually, I knew I needed to go and prepare for my ceremony, but I didn’t want to leave his side.

He knew that if he would be able to use magic, his work would become that much easier. In his previous life, powerful mages like him had magic wands that they used. The wand was like an extension of the arm. It would help magnify a wizard’s powers and since he was here as a reincarnated being, he obviously did not have his wand. He thus knew that even though he could do magic for now, it would be low grade since one, Ravi’s body was new to all of this and two, he did not have any wand to help him amplify the little power he might have had accumulated so far. He also had not practiced to know what spells he could cast and which he couldn't.