While Harry should probably have seen that coming, the notion that he should give up magic for his stay at the Manor seemed like worse news than his potentially life-threatening encounter with dark magic. His face fell slightly at that.<br/>In the greater context, being wandless in a fully equipped home, one with a house elf at that, was probably a best-case scenario. It didn’t stop Harry from being pre-emptively exhausted by the inconveniences it would cause.<br/>"Right," he agreed meekly. There was no point in complaining; this was something even he could see the purpose of. Harry just hadn’t been without magic for decades, having grown dependable for it. Even during the war, when Harry had been without his wand, he had been able to use Malfoy’s. The memory made Harry’s eyes dip to the tabletop covering Malfoy’s lap; the wand wasn’t in his hair, though Harry still assumed Malfoy was carrying it somewhere on his person.<br/>In a final sign of quiet acceptance, Harry exhaled, leaning back in the chair. His hands were at his face, pushing beneath his glasses to rub at his eyes. While Harry decidedly preferred Malfoy Manor to St. Mungo’s, it was still far from anything ideal.<br/>"Don’t worry about giving fulfilling answers," Harry responded with such delay that it was almost completely disjointed from their conversation. “I want to hear what you’re considering. I can’t help you otherwise.”<br/>He dropped his hands from his face, blinking Malfoy into focus as the frames resettled onto the bridge of his nose. "There’s no other signature, but the Ministry have extensive trackers on the wands of any Auror working the field - I don’t know what data is stored, but I can look into it. Maybe there’s a way to compare the spells I’ve used on the job instead."