The month after his appointment as the head of the family was rough, with constant paperwork, finances, investments, etc.
He has one month until he heads off to Hogwarts, thirty days of training, planning, and plotting.
Sitting down across from Walburga, he sits at the head of the table, "I know you haven't left this house in quite some time but i want you to start attending the Wizengamot meetings in my place"
"You will only vote for the things i want and nothing else"
She nods, "That's fine but i don't want to attend parties and gatherings"
Lazarus leans back, "That's fine, but should you think of doing something against me or that will negatively impact the family, you will be kicked from the family, and I'll reinstate Andromeda"
"I'm not Arcturus, i won't take your bullshit", he says with a serious expression.
The older woman's eyes widen as she gulps, "Yes, my lord"
With the meeting over, he heads to his training room before opening his system.
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Name: Lazarus Lestrange Black
Age: 10
Level: 23
Unspent Stat Points: 70
Unspent Skill Points: 230
[Base Stats]
Strength: 8
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 38
Wisdom: 25
Perception: 14
[Base Skills]
Magic: 100
Control: 370
Defense Against The Dark Arts: 10
Charms: 10
Transfiguration: 10
Potions: 19
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Herbology: 28
Magical History: 45
Broomstick Flying: 30
Astronomy: 5
Arithmancy: 5
Care of Magical Creatures: 12
Divination: 5
Study of Magical Runes: 10
[Inventory]
Galleons: 2,000,000
Wand: 13" Elder Wood, Dragon Heartstring
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'Right now, Runes, Divination, Care, Arithmancy, Astronomy, Flying, History, and Herbology, can all be pushed aside for a later date'
'System, put 100 points into Charms, fifty into D.A.D.A. and Transfigurations, then put the last thirty into Potions'
All of a sudden, a massive influx of knowledge enters his mind and blends in with his memories, spells he had previously not learned were mastered.
Standing upright again, he looks back at his screen, 'Next, put thirty-five points into both Intelligence and Wisdom'
Rather than an influx of knowledge, a massive surge of power shoots throughout his brain, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.
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...
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Opening his eyes several hours later, with a groan, he sits up.
His magic has double in size, his thought process quickened greatly, and learning speed increased massively.
His intelligence alone has hit that of a peak-human after he got over seventy, being able to think and plan dozens of things at once. come up with new, intricate ideas in second, life will be so much easier from now on.
With peak-human Wisdom, he now has something similar to photographic memory, and even though he has yet to go through his magical puberty in which his magic will spike, his magic is already on the same level as Grindelwald in terms of size.
Now, one month of training can be continued, and he won't waste a single second.
With his focus being on first and second-year DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and Herbology, he got started.
--- One Month Later ---
Sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, In a finely-tailored black suit, short wavy black hair, and sickly pale skin, our MC sits with his eyes closed.
As the train starts to take off, he hears a knock on his door before it slides open, a boy with clothes to big for him, glasses, and shaggy black hair.
He motions for the boy to take a seat before the shy lad can even utter a word, "Harry Potter, a pleasure"
The boy blinks in surprise as he shakes the boy's ice-cold hand, "You know my name?"
He nods, "Lazarus is my name, and you are the heir to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter"
Confusion covers the boy's face, "Ancient house?"
Lazarus nods again, "Son of Lily and James Potter, you are one of the richest people in Magical Britain, you may not realize it but your name holds a lot of weight"
The naive boy's face lights up at the sound of his parents' names but their conversation is interrupted by the door opening once again by a dirty-faced redheaded boy.
Ron Weasley looks at them both, "May i sit in here? all the other compartments are full"
"No", a short, succinct answer comes from the pale boy.
With a flick of his finger, he slams the for in the boy's face, locks it, and closes the curtains.
"A piece of advice, Trust only yourself, don't trust that boy, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Draco, the teachers, or even me"
"I know that a world of magic and fantasy seen in muggle books might seem wondrous and beautiful but it's a kill or be killed world, filled with people vying for power, and being associated with you is exactly the power they want"
"There may be a few people you can trust, i hear that the Longbottom boy will be here this year, I'd say you can trust him since both your parents and his were great friends"
Harry cuts in, "Thank you but how do you know so much about my parents? from what i was told, they died ten years ago"
A seemingly serene smile appears on his face, "I know a lot of things, when we get to Hogwarts, you will find out who i truly am, i hope you won't judge me for what my parents did"
The rest of the train ride passes rather quickly as he tells the Potter boy about his amazing parents.