Daphne finally noticed that her grimoire was still hovering outside the grounds. She sent a silent command and the grimoire quickly came to her, leaving behind an ethereal icy trail behind it. The more she became accustomed to it, the more she started to feel when the grimoire siphoned the ambient magic. It caused a pull effect that Daphne had grown acutely aware of. She had never realized how much magic was in the air but she wasn’t sure if that was due to the return of the old rites or her growing powers. She even knew what type of magic it was. Most of the time it was neutral, but around Hogwarts, she can feel a varied amount depending on where she was. The dungeons often have dark magic while the upper levels have light magic. The rest was mostly neutral. With the added knowledge of esoteric magic, she knew it was all aetheric. She only personally experienced death magic, outside of the killing curse, that one instance at the wedding. The memory of the pain and subsequent explosion came to mind and she internally sighed. After it closed the distance, it hovered close to her, always within arms reach.