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As he delved into his studies, Harry found himself pondering the limitations and possibilities of wandless magic. "Nigel, do you think wandless magic could be the key to bypassing the Trace?" he mused aloud, his eyes scanning an ancient tome on magical theory.

Nigel, ever the source of sharp wit, replied, "Ah, Master Harry, always looking for loopholes in the fabric of magical law. Next, you'll be asking if a broomstick can be used to sweep away the Ministry's regulations."

Harry chuckled at Nigel's remark but remained focused on his task. He practiced various spells, starting with the basics and gradually moving to more complex incantations, all without the use of a wand. His control over his magical abilities was improving, but the challenge of performing more advanced magic without a wand was evident.

"Seems a bit like trying to play the violin with a breadstick instead of a bow," Nigel observed as Harry struggled with a particularly tricky charm.

"Perhaps," Harry conceded, "but there's something liberating about not relying on a wand. It feels more... raw, more connected to the magic itself."

"Raw magic, you say? How very primal of you," Nigel quipped. Ignoring Nigel's commentary, Harry focused on refining his use of the omni-tongue ability, particularly in imitating Unicorn sounds for chanting. The melodious chants, pure and ethereal, were proving effective in casting light magic, a domain Harry was eagerly exploring. With each attempt, his Lumos variations, channeled through Unicorn chants, grew purer, emitting a soothing, comforting warm light haze that seemed to fill the room with a serene glow.

Harry, absorbed in his practice, couldn't help but marvel at the unique quality of the light produced by the Unicorn language. "It's not just illumination; it's like it carries the essence of tranquility with it," he mused aloud, watching the gentle light play across the walls of the mansion.

Nigel remarked, "How quaint. We've gone from aspiring to be a powerful wizard to moonlighting as a mystical mood lamp designer. Shall we start taking orders?"

Harry waved off Nigel's skepticism with a determined shake of his head. "Don't you get it, Nigel? We're on the cusp of something groundbreaking, blending Muggle inventions with our magical capabilities. Think back to what Aunt Petunia managed to do. It wasn't a true fusion of technology and magic, but a side-by-side utilization. Imagine, though, if I could embed unicorn spells like Lumos into lamps and place them in psychiatric hospitals. Could the tranquility not soothe the patients, bring them peace? And consider the Phoenix spell Lumos, casting light and warmth simultaneously. The potential applications are boundless." His eyes burned with intensity. "Recall what I mentioned about the sun? A colossal orb of burning plasma. Who's to say magic couldn't replicate that?"

Nigel added, "You are missing one thing, Master Harry. You are using Chants of different creatures, how do you plan to apply those to runes? Runes have no voice." He paused for effect, "Unless you've invented a magical megaphone for them?"

"And how do the human runes work? Who made them act like human spells? I doubt human runes sound like humans." His question hung in the air, a challenge to the conventional understanding of magic.

The AI hummed thoughtfully. "Indeed, that's an intriguing perspective." Harry, his mind racing with ideas, continued, "Runes are essentially the written form of chants, inscribed with intent and activated under certain conditions. The intent behind the runes might function similarly to human spellcasting because that's primarily what we understand. Of all the languages I've encountered, Parseltongue seems most likely to have its own set of runes. I need to delve deeper into this area."

Nigel, seizing the opportunity for a witty interjection, remarked, "Ah, so now we're adding linguistics to our repertoire. From Quidditch star to budding scholar, your academic ambition knows no bounds. Just don't start speaking in runes; I doubt the Hogwarts faculty is prepared for such enchantments."

Harry chuckled, not missing a beat. "It's not about ambition, Nigel. It's about understanding the very fabric of magic itself. If we can decode how runes work, imagine the possibilities. We could potentially create new forms of spells, or even better, understand ancient ones that have been lost to time."

Nigel quipped, "And here I was, thinking your greatest challenge this year would be passing with full marks. Silly me, you're planning on rewriting the magical curriculum. Should I start drafting a letter to the Board of Governors?"

Ignoring Nigel's sarcasm, Harry's thoughts veered towards the practical application of his theories. "Consider this, Nigel. If we can understand the mechanism behind Parseltongue runes, I can create a set of runes for different creature tongues. Not only could I use it for creating magical artifacts to fill my vaults, but also further understand the core of magic."

Nigel snorted, "Ah, ever the entrepreneur. Planning to corner the magical artifact market with your one-in-a-millennium inventions. How very... ambitious of you, Master Harry. And pray tell, what will be your first creation?"

Harry chuckled, "Oh, I do have a few ideas," his mind already racing with the endless possibilities that lay ahead. The thought of blending ancient runes with the languages of magical creatures sparked a flurry of excitement within him. The potential for innovation was boundless, and Harry felt a surge of determination to explore every avenue.

"Indeed, Master Harry, your 'few ideas' have historically tended to revolutionize our understanding of magic. I eagerly await the unveiling of your latest venture," Nigel responded, his tone rich with his characteristic blend of encouragement and dry wit. "Perhaps a line of mood-enhancing lamps for the perpetually gloomy? Or maybe a magical translator for those who find themselves frequently lost in translation?"

Harry's laughter filled the room, a welcome reprieve from the weight of his thoughts. "You might jest, Nigel, but there's real potential here. Imagine the advancements in healing magic alone if we could harness the calming effects of Unicorn chants or the rejuvenating properties of Phoenix songs. The applications could be revolutionary."

Nigel, seizing the moment to inject a bit of his usual sarcasm, replied, "Just be sure to keep your experiments confined to the virtual room. I'm not sure the world is ready for another incident akin to the Great Bubotuber Pudding Catastrophe."

Harry rolled his eyes, "You promised to never mention that again." Nigel, with a tone dripping in feigned innocence, replied, "What? The pudding incident? My lips are sealed. Well, if I had lips, that is."

The conversation shifted as Harry pondered the day ahead. "I need to find more about those runes, Nigel. There's a gap in our understanding of magic that's just waiting to be bridged."

"Ah, yes, the gap. As wide as the one between Professor Snape's sense of humor and actual humor," Nigel quipped. "But do proceed. I'm all circuits."

Harry, ignoring Nigel's comment, continued, "It's not just about bridging gaps. It's about rewriting the narrative of magic. We've been stagnant for too long, relying on ancient texts and traditions without questioning the why and how."

Nigel, despite his usually sarcastic tone, was genuinely excited to see what Harry would accomplish with his innovative approach to magic. Although Harry was still in the early stages, far from creating anything tangible, Nigel couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the day when Harry's ideas would come to fruition. "That does remind me of your chat with Ms. Granger. Seems you're keen on following your own advice," Nigel remarked.

Harry pondered for a moment, considering whether to invite Hermione to Longbottom Manor. He then quickly dismissed the idea, recognizing that Hermione's family, having barely seen her due to her commitments at Hogwarts. Also mindful of Hermione's family's limited exposure to the wizarding world. "Perhaps it would be overwhelming for them. A visit to our home might be more fitting later on," Harry decided, thinking it would provide a more comfortable setting for Hermione and her family.

Nigel quipped, "Ah, planning a cozy little get-together, are we? Shall I prepare the silverware, or would you prefer I conjure up some entertainment? A dancing teapot, perhaps?"

"Let's stick to the basics for now, Nigel. We wouldn't want to scare them off with our... hospitality."

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