Talents

Kali arrives at breakfast the next morning, landing directly in front of Harry who'd been sitting at the end of the table, isolated from his other housemates.

"I acquired some Imps." Harry states while biting into a jam and cream scone.

Kali nods her head, "I know, I felt the bonds form. Good job, master. Have you been up to anything else? How were your first classes?" she probes.

"I know most of the material already, and the teachers seem to have it out for me... Is it normal to be interrogated as soon you step into the classroom?"

Kali's face morphs into a fanged scowl, "No. It is not. Was it the man who attempted to breach your mind with Dumbledore?" she questions.

"Yes..."

"Hmm, we will have to think of ways to retaliate then." she emotionlessly remarks.

"I checked out the 'forbidden hallway' by the way. Inside was a large three-headed standing over a trapdoor. Can we sneak inside together? I'm curious at what the Headmaster might be hiding."

"A Cerberus...?" she questions in surprise. Such creatures were actually quite powerful demons, not something you'd see in this realm, let alone a school.

Harry shakes his head, "No. I refuse to give that pathetic mutt such a name. A weak fireball singed its fur and burned its skin."

"Hm, so a weak chimaera then... As you wish, when do you next have free time?"

"I have an hour after my Charms class, we can do it then."

She pauses, "Are you sure you will be able to? These magic users will take offence to your refusal to use a foci."

Harry shrugs his shoulders, "We'll find time... Oh, by the way, would the school wards detect my tomes?"

"No master... I'll deliver them tomorrow, please try to keep them hidden however. Such knowledge would prompt these magic users to throw you in 'Azkaban' prison. Or simply execute you, depending on how much gold is supplied..."

"I'll keep that in mind."

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Harry soon found himself in his Charms Class, the Slytherins had been grouped with the Ravenclaws, which actually had the usual boisterous students rather subdued... The Ravenclaws simply wanted to focus on their study, and the Slytherins refused to allow the 'Birds' to show them up.

They were all currently staring at their teacher, Professor Flitwick who was standing atop a pile of books which had been stacked precariously on the teacher's desk. He was half-goblin, making him so short that this may have been the only way to properly catch everyone's attention, the possibility of seeing him tumbling away like a hairy bowling ball was too great to miss...

"Welcome! Welcome to your first Charms class. I, am Professor Flitwick, my qualifications include multiple masteries in Charms, Dueling, Spell Alteration, and much more you'd all probably rather not hear about. I assume, given your houses, you have all got a basic knowledge-"

Harry tunes him out as he gives the basic explanation of Charms, basically, magic that alters people or objects, adding or taking away attributes like weight, colour, size, etc. It was all pretty nebulous to be honest. By that definition, it'd be difficult to tell where Charms ended and Transfiguration began.

To Harry's understanding, the school of magic was more designed around base, direct spells that always had the same effects when used. Binary, if you would.

Transfiguration was less like using a computer and more like painting with a brush. You could achieve some of the same effects but with more difficulty... However, you can easily alter what it is you wish to accomplish compared to charms.

"-Now! Allow us to proceed to your first assignment... Each of you should have a feather laid out before you, one per each person..." he receives nods from the room, "We'll be focussing on the Levitation Charm, a rather useful spell that even the most accomplished wizards find a use for, even if only to dress themselves, or retrieve an object they are too lazy to reach." he says, catching a small, subdued laugh from some students.

The room proceeds through the lesson, everyone pulling out their wands and awkwardly mouthing the words for the spell. "Wiiiiinngaaaardiuuum leviioooossaaaaaaa!" one boy across the room casts, sounding like a dying hippo... His spell fails, of course, rewarding him with chiding laughter from his classmates.

Flitwick hobbles through the room, helping students out with it before stopping before Harry, magically pulling some books to him to use as a footstool to see him properly. "Having trouble Mr Potter?" he questions, eyeing him sincerely.

Harry shakes his head, "No, I'm already competent with the spell." he answers, ignoring the smug glare Malfoy was sending at the back of his head.

"Let's see it then, Potter!" the boy shouts, drawing an unamused glare from Flitwick.

"Please do not badger your fellow students, Mr Malfoy, or I shall start taking points!" he returns his focus to Harry, "Now, don't be shy, your mother was quite the Charm's Mistress you know. My greatest and most favourite student." he smiles warmly.

"Is that so?" Harry neutrally responds before shaking his head, he looks at the feather and mentally commands it to fly. He'd mastered Telekinesis years ago, the 'Levitation Charm' was just a lesser form of it, more restricted.

The feather shoots into the air before coming back down and beginning to slowly circle the Professor, who squeaked in amazement. "W-what?" he glances around to find the culprit, only to find no one so obvious.

"Is that fine, Professor?" Harry asks.

"T-that was you, Mr Potter?" he questions back, baffled. "B-but where's your wand?"

Harry shrugs his shoulders, inwardly bracing himself. "I don't need a wand."

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The Professor and all the Slytherins nearby go silent, completely puzzled at his statement... Only the most powerful witches and wizards could use wandless magic, yet this eleven-year-old boy just declared himself so.

"R-repeat that, Mr Potter..." Flitwick stutters out.

"I don't need a wand. I never have." he states, raising his hand and telekinetically lifting his chair and table, taking everything else with it, including Flitwick.

"Waaah! M-Merlin! P-put me down!!!" he squeaks, almost falling off the side and tumbling headfirst into the ground, only for Harry to catch him and magically deposit him back onto the table.

He sets everything back down with hard thud and looks at the visibly trembling man, "I assume that's all for today, Professor?" he questions, standing and beginning his things.

"Y-y-yes... Mr Potter...." he quietly responds with wide eyes.

"Fantastic." with that Harry leaves the room, instantly making his way over to the room where the Cerberus lay.