Pulling back, Harry re-did his hair. The longer it got, the easier it was to manage. Looking less like his father was a bonus. "No, I think he is too far gone on me for that. We did a good job with him last summer. I enforced that during the evenings I spent with him at Hogwarts. He never got the chance to "wane" himself off my presence. He's used to me being a part of his life. Still, I want to be honest with him. He has been lied to often enough. I'm not Dumbledore, and I'm certainly not you!" Needing a change of topic, he inquired, "By the way, did you discover why Blaise can't "put a spell on me" so to speak?"