Master Of Death At Hogwarts

Chapter 6:

After Dumbledore gave me the time turner, I left his office to go to... Looking at my schedule I had to get to Ancient Runes running to class, I walking into class and taking a seat in the front because it was the only seat left. The professor who's name I will not remember looked at me, saying

"Dear I believe your lost, this class is for 3rd years."

"No, I'm not lost I'm supposed to take this class my schedule just got changed that why I'm late, I have my book."

"Oh...okay dear, please take out your book please then."

Getting my book, quill and parchment out I started taking notes. After she stopped taking, everyone was about to leave but the teacher said this.

"Before you go, for homework I want a 2 page essay on how to use Runes and find what they stand for."

Groans came from throughout the room. But I was existed to do the homework because I'd already did one page durning her teaching. I already knew everything so I really zoned out. Picking up my bag I walked out the room to go to Potions.

Walking into the room that was musty in the room, I took a seat in the front. Taking out my book. Looking at Professor Snape knowing all his secrets, it was weird. But I enjoyed potions so much so I knew that it would be my favorite class.

"What are you doing here?"
He sneered.

"Sir, I'm supposed to have this class. Professor Dumbledore put them himself I've already read the 1st through 3rd year books but I haven't been trained in 3rd year."

"Fine, take out your book."

Class started with everyone in a seat but nowhere near me, just then Lee Jordan and Fred, George Weasley sat next to me.

Looking at Professor Snape, he talked for a while then told us to make a potion. Knowing the potion by heart already, I made it to perfection. I finished before everyone else.

"Well, everybody it seems like you are all idiots because Miss.Lang over here has made this Potion to perfection faster than all of you so for that I want a 3 page essay on how to make the potion, and what it's uses are. But since Miss.Lang did it better than what a 7th year could you have no homework."

Lots of groans all around.

"Thank you Sir, but I prefer to do the essay."