Darkie's vision went blank, and he felt as though he had fallen into boundless happiness.
If Harry had to pick the spell he was most proficient with besides the Disarming Charm, it would undoubtedly be the Imperius Curse.
Back in the days when Dark Wizards were everywhere and Poachers roamed the land, failing to resist the Imperius Curse proficiently was practically serving yourself up to the Dark Wizards on a platter.
So Cassandra had made Harry practice this spell plenty. The two of them cast the Imperius Curse on each other, then forced their way through it with sheer willpower, repeating the training until they developed resistance to the spell.
The Imperius Curse itself did not cause any adverse effects to its caster. Its status as an Unforgivable Curse was simply because it could force others to do certain things, so Harry had no particular aversion to it.
It had to be said, making Cassandra do the robot dance felt absolutely fantastic.
Practice made perfect. After enough training, Harry could cast the Imperius Curse without a wand.
The greatest advantage of wandless casting was that he did not have to fear the Flashback Charm.
"Give me your wand." Harry held out his hand.
Under the Imperius Curse, Darkie obediently followed Harry's order. He pulled out his wand from inside his robes and presented it with both hands.
Harry took the wand, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Darkie.
"Blackthorn wood, Dragon Heartstring, twelve and a quarter inches," Darkie answered respectfully.
Harry pocketed the wand and gave another order. "Take me to the nearest shop. I need to buy some things—good things that can't be bought outside."
"Yes, sir." Darkie bowed and led Harry out of the alley.
A newcomer had swaggered into Knockturn Alley just like that. There was no