To spite appearances and his choice pretty often to run in guns blazing, Harry's greatest magical strength was not evocation or the immediate creation of magical effect, but thaumaturgy. He had a keen memory and a cunning focus and that, coupled with an impressive well of personal magic, made him one hell of a ritual mage and enchanter. His coat, his bracelet, his staff and rod, all he'd made himself. The rod gave him minute control over energies he usually found chaotic, and his coat was bulletproof. The bracelet would erect a shield that was also bulletproof around himself and anyone near him, and he really hoped he wouldn't have to use that here tonight.

He smirked as he continued to work. "So, they're enchantments?"