Harry felt the tickle of superficial magic ghosting across his skin, making the hairs on his neck stand. While he had successfully managed to expand the span of his attention, Malfoy’s muttered directions only served to narrow it back in; Harry’s attention no longer drifted to the room around them, instead watching Malfoy work with a great sense of professional interest.<br/>"What was this one for?" he eventually asked, his voice instinctively lowered. There was a juvenile timidness to the mutter, greatly interested but uncertain whether or not the question was ill timed.<br/>Harry had easily recognized the overlap between Malfoy’s spell and the magic woven into the Manor’s wards, but this was harder to make any immediate sense of, even though Harry had worked with identification spells in the field.<br/>Entirely different to the DMLE standardized spells flipping through Harry’s mental library, Malfoy’s suddenly alerted, the blue light turning golden in an instance. Harry’s eyes immediately found Malfoy’s, searching for the explanation there.