it was his use of powerful magic with delicate precision that made him stronger, with practice and focus keeping him that way.

I doubt there is any way to convince him that a literal trial by fire is the way to go now.I will not let him forget our deal though.

As soon as Tom was in the street, he raised his hand and flicked his wrist in a well-practiced motion. Yet his wand did not appear as it should have.

"Accio wand!"

He flicked his wrist again, this time pushing his magic into his hand as he thought it. The wand came loose from the holster down his sleeve and flew into his hand, though it brought him little satisfaction.

That was slow; people will see the trick of it unless thewand just appears to be in my hand.

Tom took few deep breaths and let the annoyance wash away, it was clouding his mind.

As he walked, he practiced his summoning charm over and over using his wand and thought alone, taking only a little satisfaction in not having to utter the words. He had always taken pride in his wandless and wordless magic; having to use a wand to summon light bits of trash was degrading.

"Accio paper bag!" He thought as he gestured with the yew wand, and a paper bag flew towards him as if it were caught on a strong draft.

Tom kept his wand trained on the bag as it approached.

STOP

He hadn't used any spell; he had simply focused his magic and forced it out. The paper