He focused on his hand. The Rail Tube was basically the same trick used for the duck launcher and to let Hedwig out of his house. The thought here was he could make a series of tubes and then conjure ammunition. The process was in some of the more advanced books he had been reading over the last few days, and Harry felt it would accomplish most of the few offensive requirements he may need.
Magic did not like blocking physical objects. A strong wizard could block a machine gun maybe, but not forever. The magic required would be huge though, and the shooter would be fresh.
Harry wanted to be able to make Rail Tubes at will, anywhere his ropes were. They could move objects toward or away from him, they could launch spells or objects at high speed without using up magic.
A real game-breaker.
Right now it took several seconds, about forty, to make one tube. Harry wanted this down to less than a second for one, less than three seconds for four.
For hours he created them. Using different ropes, sometimes trying to build the tube out of threads (Barely made a tug), he kept practicing.
The burning in his limbs from magic saturation was a distant memory at this point. Magic had flooded his body for so long, he probably didn't have any normal cells left. Sometimes Harry even thought Magic had emotions, or opinions.
Right now, he felt it was laughing at him.
Create a tube, disperse it. Over and over. Left arm, Right, Left leg, right.
With a wave of his hand, three tubes appeared. It was a lot of progress, but he felt he could do more later.
Using both hands and a lot of focus, he began making a tube using a cable instead of a rope. It felt heavy. Like someone was opening a door and snow was on the other side, like he was trying to withstand heavy pressure. As his experiment snapped into shape, a shock rippled the golden lake and scared the snails out of some training ducks.
With apologies to the local avians, he examined the new tube. It seemed grooved on both the inside of the tube and the surface. Tossing a cloud in...
WOW. It twisted the cloud apart, created a single thin rod of memories, and LAUNCHED it.
More experiments confirmed. It would launch a bus... after squeezing it down into a javelin first. And Harry was unsure at what astonishing speed those javelin's would escape, since he couldn't find the first one. Far, likely.
Seeing Wisdom look up from the book and tea she was enjoying, he sighed and began practicing the fire lances. Basic fire balls, advanced fire spears, and the lance, which looked like a laser.
He grinned. At least it was INTERESTING to be stuck doing this.
Now that he could hit SOMEWHAT close to targets far away with his laser of death, he sat in a chair and began reviewing some of the other spells. Especially the sort, pack, and the find spells.
Harry had examined some of the permanently enchanted objects, especially stuff that worked for Hermione's parents since they didn't provide excess magic like witches and wizards. Eventually it led to him examining her trunk (With her permission of course) since it used simpler magic than his own.
The broom work had helped him in this. A pattern both shared was a spiral near the center of the enchantments. It seemed to act like an antenna, attracting loose magic in the area and focusing it. He began casting the sorting charms on a set of copied memories while messing with the selector parts of the spell.
If possible, he wanted a permanent search charm, one that would basically grab things AS the book containing the topic arrived into circulation. However all the enchantment books he had seemed to make spells that combine all the parts into a single casting, rather than casting each part of high quality spell work and connecting them together.
Harry supposed his own gifts of seeing what needed to connect to where was one reason he could use the more advanced approach. Most other had to memorize every type of search charm or else use the 'Accio' summoning charm. But the summoning charm required you to already know what you are looking for... his new search spell would not need to know. It would bring you things ABOUT what you want to know.
His grin was probably infectious.
He sent Wisdom to search for delivery methods. Just carrying everything with his thread or ropes would work, but he wanted searches to be done all the time, especially when he was busy. Maybe a ball? Self bouncing, of course. Spell could fit inside... why a physical ball? Make it part of the spell.
Harry's hand idly waved. a dark green shell of threads appeared, with the search charm inside. He would have to find more elegant means of delivering spells and such later. Throwing random bouncing balls was good enough for an 11 year-old, but not likely for a master wizard.
For now, he began trying to simplify the gestures needed, and testing words for the new spell. Ideally he could set it up like a command, like "Search Fishstick" or something. He also wanted it to be able to search for people, places, situations, and other such by using some librarian spells to generate texts being said near the spell and then SEARCHING THOSE TEXTS in addition to other books.
If done well, he would have patrol bouncy balls, able to do reconnaissance and search libraries for books as he needed, quickly and easily for him and his friends.
Well, eventually. Right now it kept sorting everything as 'Memory' or 'Book', which was technically correct, but also annoying.
Harry sighed and messed with small glowing shapes and twists. He would likely stop using most of these spells after learning them all. Most of what he needed in every day life was covered by his threads, which felt much more... natural, than this odd sing and dance required for wand magic. Harry felt that a wizard with a few mastered spells could probably kick a lot of tail compared to someone who knew every spell but only used them adequately.
He paused as something in his spell started ticking and making a high pitch whine. Hurling it like a snowball, it DETONATED, getting a few claps from the local ducks off duty.
He slumped as Wisdom giggled behind him. "Well, that search didn't work. Unless I was looking for explosions."
From behind him Wrath stepped, handing him a customized memory of fine tea. "I am sure you will get it in no time, Master."
Wisdom looked back at the book when Harry tried to catch her giggling. Ah well.
He reviewed the memory of the exploding baseball thing. It could be useful sometime. Or at least tell him what not to do again.
Several explosions and one missing eyebrow later, and Harry no longer had to wonder what caused the explosion. The answer was 'Just about anything.'
The coiled spring not only absorbed local power, but it stored it. In one test he doubled the size of the spring, which multiplied the EXPLOSION by over 20 times.
Since then he had drastically decreased the spring size, which kept any problems down to a sad 'pumph' level instead of the earth shattering kaboom.
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