Wingardium Leviosa

Harry nodded. "A bit, yeah. Dad knew Nick Fury, and I think Nick and Mum were friends. Anyway, they both had a couple of special talents that I inherited. My aunt and uncle thought they were 'freakish'."

"Like what?"

Harry drew his wand and pointed it at her glass. "Wingardium Leviosa," he whispered, swishing and flicking. The glass rose, and Carol's jaw dropped.

"You can do magic? Like Loki?" she asked, eyes wide. Harry snorted.

"I'm nowhere near as powerful. It's like comparing an AA battery to the arc reactor powering Stark Tower. And that's favourable to me. But yeah. He's teaching me," Harry said, lowering the glass. "Anyway, there are other people like me, people who have magic – which is classified by the way, as hard as it gets." Carol nodded seriously. "And there's a school, where we can learn how to control our abilities. My aunt and uncle didn't want me to go and tried to hide it from me. But I found out, I wanted to go, and the teacher they sent to collect me is about ten feet tall – I mean, he's a complete softie, but if you don't know him, he's scary."

--Chapter 19, Let's Get This Party Started