Harry then moved... fast. He was simply dancing out of the way of every curse sent flying at him, but didn't seem to have to move that far to avoid being hit. For some, he merely leaned out of the way at the hips. For others it was a simple step to the side.
For the first ten seconds he didn't even raise his wand or activate his kara kesh. He just spent the time dodging. However, as Tonks had said upstairs, he was incredibly fast, without looking like he was.
After ten seconds he then laughed and activated his kara keshand stood still. Not even looking at the mannequins now, he turned to others and said, "That's dodging. And this is how a kara kesh works as a shield."
All bar Luna just stood gawking at him as curses of all sorts of lethal intensity just hit the golden barrier and fizzled out.
"Now for going offensive," he said, before turning back to his 'opponents', who were still casting.
A quick step to the right as he dropped the kara kesh shield and his wand came up. Then it was a blur.
Again, all sorts of hexes flew from his wand tip, or where what had to be his wand tip if their eyes could keep up with watching it. However, he wasn't casting anywhere as lethal as the mannequins were casting at him. By the time each hex hit one of the mannequins it looked like two more were already on their way. The effect of the coloured light from the spells he cast was almost strobe-like.
Then they 'saw' Harry suddenly change his stance; he became more focused. Three seconds later all four mannequins were down.
"Deactivate!" he barked, as the last one fell.
Turning to the four he said, "That's how fast I now am."
"Sweet... suffering... Merlin!" breathed Tonks. "It's true, then. You really are the Chosen One."
"Apparently," Harry calmly replied.
"Teach me!" she beg-demanded.
Harry grinned back. "I think he'll be teaching all of us," breathed Sirius.
Harry nodded and replied, "I can do that. However, it's going to require you to be open to accepting that a lot about what you know of magic... is a lie."
"A... lie?" asked Remus.
Harry nodded. "You're going to need to unlearn a lot of what you've learned about magic. For instance, wand gestures... incantations... even having a wand in your hand... doesn't really matter."
"Sorry?" asked Remus.
Harry thought about how to clarify it before he hit on an idea. Turning to Tonks he said, "Tonks, come in here and give me your wand."
Warily, Tonks did precisely that. "Now," he said to her. "As an auror you've been taught how to summon your wand to your hand, right?" "Yes..." she carefully replied.
With another nod he instructed, "Go stand in front of the mannequins and turn to face me." When she did, he held her wand in his hand. His own wand was back in its holster. "Now, summon it from my hand."
"Ummm... We're only taught how to summon it from the ground."
He frowned back and said, "What does where it is located have to do with anything? Summon it."
She thrust her right hand out an he heard her firmly incant, "Accio my wand!"
He felt it give a little pull, but that was it. He then glared at her and said, "I thought I told you to summon it. Now, summon it."
Again, she tried; this time with a firm bark of, "ACCIO my wand!"
This time the wand gave a definite pull, but easily countered by simply gripping the wand tighter.
"You know, Nymph-a-dora!" he sneered at her. "I thought you wanted your wand. Clearly you don't!"
Again thrusting her hand forward and getting a little annoyed, she yelled, "ACCIO MY WAND!"
Still with the same pull, but again easily countered.
Harry then raised the wand horizontal and across his body and said, "Well, it seems you don't really want a wand, after all. I think I'll just have to snap it, then." As she looked back, horrified, Harry raised his off-hand and gripped it near the wand tip while still holding it by its contoured grip. Then, looking back at her terror-stricken face and with both hands, he began to bend it.
"No!" she screamed, jutting her wand hand forward as if to reach for it.
The wand ripped out of Harry's hands, shot across the intervening distance and slapped, wand grip first, into her own. It had even yanked him forward one and a half steps as he stumbled forward from the sharp and sudden pull.
With his hands still up before him, Harry slowly lowered them while grinning at her.
In shock, she looked between the wand in her hand and Harry.
More calmly, he asked, "Do you understand what you did differently?" Her facing morphing into confusion she finally replied, "I... tried harder?"
"No," he replied. "Think about what differed between the first three times and that time."
"You were going to snap my wand," she replied.
"Yes, but think about what that meant to you," he pressed.
"Terror... fear..." she said.
"Then?" he pressed again.
"I had to get it off you," she replied.
"Yes," he nodded, slowly grinning. "You employed will. You didn't do that the first three times.
"The first three times you incanted. You didn't the last time, you just barked, 'No!'. You still gestured, but it wasn't the gesture you're taught to wandlessly cast for the Accio Charm. And you didn't actively attempt to cast your magic; instead, you cast your emotion... your will.
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