6 Truly Gifted

Standing in the Slytherin common room, he hears the door close as Snape leaves.

Turning to the many eyes staring at him, he sees Malfoy step out of the crowd with a pompous grin on his face, "I was meant to be the next heir to the Black family, hand it over and i won't tell my father- AHHHHHHH"

Draco falls to the ground screaming, his limbs flail around, drool and spit flowing from his mouth.

This continues as Lazarus turns to the rest of the room, "Make no mistake, i am not the heir of Black, i am the Lord of Black"

"I am king around here, stay out of my fucking way, or I'll have your family wiped from history"

The students all look down as he looks at them.

Straightening his robes, he leaves Draco crying on the floor and heads up to the 7th year dorms, taking a private room for himself.

Closing the door behind him, he casts several locking charms on the door.

Falling onto the comfy bed, he falls asleep instantly.

Night falls, the sun rises, our MC wakes an hour before everyone else, does his morning workout, showers, then leaves for potions.

Hearing footsteps following behind him, he looks to see the so-called Ice Queen of the Greengrass family.

With his emotionless mask in place, he turns to her, "is there a reason your following right behind me?"

With her back straight, emotionless eyes, and vacant smile, she looks directly into her eyes, "My name is Daphne Greengrass, i wish to be associated with you"

'Damn, straight to the point, no beating around the bush, if she was five years older i might be interested'

Not letting his thoughts change his emotions, he nods to the side for her to follow him, "Fine, but keep the talking to a minimum, i dislike needless chatter"

She nods before matching his walking speed, making it to the potions room, they are the first to arrive.

Taking seats at the front of the class, they sit next to each other, Snape notices them but goes back to his papers.

Getting up from his seat, he goes over to the cupboard filled with ingredients, he looks through it until he finds the items he's looking for.

Re'em blood, Granian hair, Snowdrop, and Bitter root, all ingredients for the Exstimulo Potion, this potion increases the power of the next spell cast by the drinker.

Moving to a nearby caldron, he pours in the Re'em blood first, stirring it slowly until it starts to bubble from the heat.

After two minutes, it starts o bubble, he cuts the hair into small pieces before sprinkling it in.

The hair melts almost immediately, giving the red potion a lighter hue and a nicer smell.

After that, he puts in the Bitter root after cutting it in half, lastly, he puts in the Snowdrop which turns the potion a light blue.

Once precisely two minutes and fourteen seconds has passed, he takes it off the heat, scooping some up and putting it into a small empty jar.

Walking over to the professor that's been watching him with great interest, he holds it out, "Exstimulo Potion, a potion not even prefects learn"

"I plan on skipping your class, don't take it as an insult, but unless you want to give me private lessons, there's nothing for me to learn"

Leaving the room before Snape can reply, he heads to the room of the Charms professor, Filius Flitwick.

Standing at the door, he sees the small man sitting at his desk, "Professor, a moment of your time, please"

Flitwick looks up, "Of course, my boy, come in"

Walking into the classroom, he stands in front of the half-goblin, "Sir, i wish to duel you, to prove that i don't need to attend your class"

"Before you think of me as pompous or arrogant, i have no doubt you will wipe the floor with me, but i was trained harshly by Arcturus Black for many years, and I'm the son of Bellatrix, dueling comes easy to me"

The small man nods, "what you mean is you don't want to waste your time learning things you have already mastered, that is understandable, but please show me ten mastered spells, if you can do that, I'll duel you"

Accio, Wingardium Leviosa, Nox, Aquamenti, Appare Vestigium, Obscuro, Reducio, Episkey, Reparo, and Glacius, are the ten spells he performed without failure to the professor.

Now, standing ten feet away from one another, wands at the ready, waiting for the bell to ring.

--- Twenty Minutes Later ---

Lazarus falls to his knees gasping for air with a smile on his normally vacant face, he looks across to Flitwick wiping the sweat from his head.

"You are truly gifted, Lord Black, never before has a student given me such a challenge... i will allow you to skip my class but i want you to have private lessons with me three times a week, Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's at noon"

With a shake of their hands, the boy leaves the classroom, hearing a happy laugh coming from Filius.