Chapter 227: Transfiguration!
Later that night,
Malfoy Manor
"Now with me," Lucius said, sitting opposite Darcie in the Great Hall. "Lumos!"
Darcie held the Holly wand with her mother eying her standing on her left. Draco was leaning on the gallery's railing on the first floor, watching them from above.
Darice didn't speak like her father. Nor did she follow the wand movement as shown by him.
Like before, as she had done in the afternoon, Darcie focused her mind on the three words, letting her magic channel through her, into the wand, and the outcome presented itself.
Lucius' spell was gentle, controlled, and as much as one needed to make the darkness disappear. Darcie's was like an afternoon sun, making all squint their eyes. Not only that, but it pulsated.
Both father and daughter flicked their wands, canceling the spell.
It seemed to Darcie she wasn't the only one who could do magic non-verbally.
Lucius then pointed his wand at the large pot resting on the table over its three hook-like legs. He muttered the incantation, and one of the three legs softened, wobbling like a worm.