"When I was younger, I used to get hurt a lot," Harry informed them. He did not mention that the reason he got hurt was because of his Uncle and cousin beating him, or Master Wei beating him when the old Chinese Martial Arts master started to teach him. "However, the next day, all of my injuries would be healed as if they had never happened. Cuts would be mended, broken bones reset, all after a good nights rest. so... I did some experimenting."
"Experimenting?" asked Hermione, her eyes shining with barely masked curiosity.
"Hmm," Harry nodded. "I'm sure most of you remember the cases of accidental magic you've had. You've probably done some unusual things like levitating objects, changing people's hair color and the like." Everyone nodded. "Well, I had that happen to me as well, a lot. For as long as I could remember, in fact. When I realized this, I knew that all the things happening around me were somehow being caused by me. So, I began experimenting. I tried to replicate those feats by reproducing the emotions I felt when those things happened. After much trial and error, I was successful."
To emphasis his point, Harry pointed at his trunk sitting overhead. The locks clicked and whirred until the lock had the number '2' on it. The trunk opened and The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 flew out of it and landed in his hands.
Everyone stared at him in shock.
"Once I managed to figure out how to replicate one case of accidental magic, the rest came to me much more easily."
Everyone gawked at him, even those who were trained not to show emotions. Hermione was the worst of them.
"Wha...? But? How? Huh?"
Harry nodded his head. "That's how I thought you'd react."
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Everyone got over the knowledge of Harry being capable of casting wandless magic (and the fact that he had been doing so for years now) pretty quickly. To them, it was just another one of those strange quirks that made Harry who he was. Granted, wandless magic was pretty impressive and all of his friends felt a good deal of shock and curiosity.
Hermione was probably the most excited, as she had taken to asking him all kinds of questions about how he first learned to cast wandlessly and if it would be possible for her to replicate the feat.
Naturally, he had told her that, yes, she could probably replicate such a feat, but it would likely take years if not decades before she could properly do wandless magic. Even then, she might not be capable of it depending on her mindset.
Very few witches or wizards could actually use wandless magic from what Harry had observed.
He wondered if his friends would have still been so impressed if they learned that the only reason he had been able to create wandless magic through recreating accidental magic was because he had eidetic memory.
Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?
Conversation started up again as people shifted gears. Harry took this time to wonder about what had happened to Malfoy. He had left the boy in a pretty bad state, though, assuming Hermione and the others had applied the potions and salve all but the boys lost hair had likely been returned to him by now. His wounds, while bad, had not been horrible. Just a good number of second degree burns. An easy fix.
It was strange, while Harry regretted his friends witnessing what he had done to Draco Malfoy, he did not regret what he had done, just that his friends had seen it. He wondered, did that make him a bad person?
"Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry looked up to see Tracey staring at him with an inscrutable look.
"How did you get onto the Hogwarts Express without us seeing you?" she asked. Harry blinked at the randomness of the question. "I mean, we looked all throughout the train for you, but you weren't there. Now you've just shown up out of the blue like you appeared here magically or something."
"Ah..." Harry felt a bit sheepish when Hannah gave him a mild glare and Susan held a look of slight reproach on her face. "There's a funny story behind that..."
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It wasn't until well after I was flying alongside the Hogwarts Express that I begun to realize this wasn't a good idea.
After discovering that the barrier to platform nine and three-quarters was sealed off somehow, I decided that I needed to find a way to get to Hogwarts on my own. I would have sent a message, but, well, I didn't actually think I would be needing to and so I had sent Hedwig on ahead.
That was a mistake on my part, I'll admit.
I soon realized there was really only one way to get to Hogwarts and that was to follow the Hogwarts Express.
Of course, the Hogwarts Express is a magically enhanced steam train and is capable of exceeding 160 kilometers per hour. I would need something that was even faster if I wanted to catch up to the Hogwarts Express, which, according to my internal clock, left about fifteen minutes ago.
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