When one grows up in an environment that does not ask twice, one learns to grab every opportunity. That was one of the first lessons Harry learned the hard way.

When Professor Trent, his Charms professor, asked him to stay after class in the first week of the term, he wondered if the teachers knew about his excursions under his cloak. His suspicion intensified when Professors Flitwick and Fawley entered the classroom. His paranoid thoughts were interrupted by his House Counsellor clearing his throat.

"Now that you are on the mortal plane once again, Mr. Potter, I will get to why I asked you to stay." The professor paused for a second. "As you know, we, teachers, divide the matter of you students' education among ourselves. Where we, upper year teachers, teach those who are in their O.W.L. year and further, our Mastery students, like Professor Trent and Fawley, undertake the responsibility of those in First Year through Fourth. Therefore, aside from the matters concerning your House, it is rare that I am required to step in regarding the matters about your education." The professor paused once again; Harry was tempted to use Legilimency on one of the professors but he resisted the temptation not knowing how he would explain himself if they knew Occlumency.

"However, upon many recommendations from all of the lower year teachers and even some of middle year teachers like Professor Fawley here, we decided to offer you a great opportunity. Make no mistake, you are maybe the first in decades. If you desire, we will let you take Second Year end-of-year exams along with First Year exams. If you do manage to pass the exams, come next Fall Term, you will begin your Third-Year courses along with the electives you choose. However, if you fail in any of your exams, you will have to repeat your First Year."

Naturally, Harry's first thought was 'Yes, where do I sign?'. However, as they say, good things come to those who seek them. Instead accepting immediately, he asked, "Professor, I am beyond grateful for the offer. I really am. But… would it be possible if I sit the exams for Third Year with the elective exams too? Along with the exams for the previous years of course."

Now, you, my dear reader, might be wondering how the hell will he do that. The load will be too much for him let alone the logistics of the whole thing. That was exactly what the teachers were thinking. Deciding he must be kidding and making fun of the great opportunity offered to him, Professor Flitwick spoke, "Mr. Potter, I am not sure you understand the burden you will be under with just two sets of exams. Moreover, regardless of how good you think you are and how well you perform in your classes, I do believe Year Three exams would be aiming too high."

'This is not aiming too high. Try aiming to surpass Albus bloody Dumbledore.' thought Harry. Instead, he said, "Professor, I do not want to take too much of your time but I believe I can manage all of the spells that is taught here up to Mastery level. Professor McGonagall did not believe me either and I am glad she didn't have a heart attack when I proved otherwise. Can magical people have a heart attack by the way?" Harry stopped realizing he was distracted by the implications of the question and continued "Anyways, the only reason I am not aiming that high is that I rather come to enjoy the castle and everything and I don't want to rush this. Maybe next year perhaps, who knows? Regardless, as I said I am ready, at this moment, to take all the end-of-year exams."

Professor Fawley and Trent could not keep their laughter in anymore at the arrogance of the boy. Yet, Professor Flitwick was not laughing. He heard such arrogance before. Many times. However, the reason he was not laughing was because of another boy who he suspected became the most recent Dark Lord that Magical Britain saw. He was not laughing because the said boy was equally sure of his abilities and said abilities were worth being sure of. Therefore, when he spoke, he was completely serious.

"You and I will have to talk with the headmaster about this but I accept." Before letting his Mastery students speak, he continued "Under one condition." Harry was intrigued to say the least about what the legendary duelling master would say. "We will have a test. If you manage to break my shield under one minute, I will personally help you shape your education in any way you want." The professor stopped; Harry was ready to accept whatever the other outcome would bring but stayed silent. "But if you fail, the offer to skip the Second Year is gone too. Decide carefully, Mr. Potter."

Harry stared at Professor for a whole minute with furrowed brows and decided to humour himself. 'You will all see how great I am. Just you wait.' Thought Harry and spoke "Alright, I accept." And deciding to see if he could rattle the professor more, he said "Will Professors Trent and Fawley be the judge or will Professor McGonagall who is, rather rude if you ask me, standing under Disillusion Charm in the corner be the judge?"

The smirk on the duelling master's face was eerily like that of a goblin and Harry understood the veracity of the claims regarding his heritage. The gasps coming from Trent and Fawley showed that they also were unaware of the now-visible Transfiguration professor's presence.

"I told you so, Filius. Please take your places." was McGonagall's only reply while transforming a couple of desks to an elaborate duelling platform.

"Oh, I am looking forward to this." Said Flitwick as he shook of his outer robe and swiftly jumped on the platform.

Harry wondered if there was something he was missing as he simply climbed the stairs on the other end of the platform. The feeling of the wards around the platform made Harry laugh shortly and he thought 'They are expecting me to throw big boy spells around.'

Then he heard McGonagall's voice, "On three. Filius, you will shield, and Mr. Potter, spells only to break his shield. Nothing more." Both simply nodded with a grin on their faces.

Then it began. More like the countdown began.

Harry simply looked at the Charms professor and turned around.

Outside the wards, all three professors were watching intently what the boy was going to do.

"He has one minute and he is idling around. I thought he was smarter." whispered Fawley to Trent. Trent was simply too baffled by how her afternoon was going to respond.

Meanwhile, Harry pulled out his wand and conjured a chair for himself similar to the headmaster's in the great hall.

Sitting on the quasi-throne, he pointed the wand to Flitwick and said "I hope this will not be too much."

Without any more words, a ball of magical energy left his wand started travelling to the professor at a speed that should be impossible for anyone besides select few let alone an eleven years old boy.

The moment the spell left Harry's wand, a hot feeling enveloped those in the room.

Professors Flitwick and McGonagall realized the shield was going to break but it was too late to stop it. Whereas Professors Trent and Fawley could not believe it was because of the eleven years old that they laughed at mere minutes ago, so as most do and will, they chose to ignore it.

Harry watched his spell shatter Flitwick's shield like a bullet, impact him and knock down the legendary master.

All sounds stopped. Then a laughter arose from the professor on the floor. He was twisting on the floor.

McGonagall, to her unfortune, knew what Cruciatus Curse looked like from the War. Thus, when she told the story how Harry Potter beaten duelling master Filius Flitwick years later, she was going to say "It was like the Torture Curse. Now, I know what that looks like but Filius was laughing. The blasted boy beat Filius with a Tickling Charm so overpowered Filius was on the floor."

After a couple of seconds, Harry cancelled the charm and the wards with a wave of his wand and offered a hand to panting professor.

He looked around to see the other professors were looking at the scene with saucer-wide eyes and chuckled to himself. Meanwhile, Charms professor came to himself and said with a genuine smile on his face "That I was not expecting. How the mighty Filius Flitwick has fallen that an eleven-years-old beat him with a modified Tickling Charm? But I digress. I am a man of my word, Mr. Potter. I will talk to the headmaster about the Third-Year exams." He looked around and spoke "Seeing Minerva is still in shock and the wards are down, I assume you are going to choose Runes as one of your electives. And the other will be…"

Harry simply smiled at the Professor and said "Thank you for the opportunity, Professor. I am sure in a real duel, my job would be much more difficult. Also, yes, Runes and Arithmancy. I doubt I can have much success in Divination or Magical Creatures, I do not have much interest in them anyways."

After a questioning session full of hows and unsatisfying answers, Harry was allowed to leave. A similar yet shorter session ensued after telling Daphne what kept him so long. The warm profound worry and pride in her thoughts were not familiar to Harry but he liked how they felt.