Academia is riddled with a disenchantment narrative. Call something magic at your own peril. Magic is a private matter. At the edges. Isolated and isolating. Once you deconstruct the essences that go into magic you realize that magic is a personal thing, or a point of view. The mind's eye. Art. "Magic". Magic survives as something to describe, not to define. Is it wonderous and mysterious? Does it bewilder? Is it beautiful? Is it enchanting? You don't need much to throw a "wizard" into science-fiction--you just need a mad scientist believing strange things and doing strange things, or some alien sage totally transcendent to anything you're familiar with.

I'm actually of the opinion that science-fiction is a lot more magical, or fantastical, than plain typical fantasy. Look at Futurama and compare it to Disenchantment slop. There is nothing more alien or occult, and thus magical, than the deep black abyss that is space. It is as horrific as it is godlike. The cosmos is -the- magical frontier. The wizard looking to the stars in their tower orrery. The classical, stereotypical wizard trope or image is itself due to the natural philosopher aesthetic of the past, like Hermetics mixing alchemy with astrology, or just astrologer-priests in garb.