[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

King's Cross Station.

Lambert was leaning against the side of the long bridge corridor, dragging a suitcase in his left hand, and a gift box that was too fancy for this era in his right hand. There was a snow-white cat lying on his head, and the bright yellow cloak finally disappeared.

Under the bridge is a docked black train, and people passing by in a hurry have no time to stop to see who is walking with them.

There was a cart at the door rushing towards him, and the big cat on top of him immediately squatted up, and the black-haired boy threatened with a blank expression: "If you dare to stand up, I will let you experience it from here." Take the bungee."

I agree that it is already the limit on the top of the head, but what do you want to stand on the shoulders of giants?Performing poetry readings?

So Da Miao could only look at the scene of the upcoming car accident with aggrieved eyes, and even closed his eyes unbearably.Fortunately, the seemingly unmanned and well-targeted cart stopped in front of Lambert, revealing a black head that was much shorter than the pile of luggage, and the beautiful green eyes were full of guilt. Looking at him: "Sorry, I'm late."

Lambert shook his head slightly, "It's okay, let's go."

Without any psychological burden, he tiptoed the gift box in his right hand onto the luggage that was already taller than him, "Your birthday gift was late, you weren't home yesterday?"

"Oh! Thank you! I'll open it right away! You know, my aunt and her family hate wizards. They even moved their family to the lighthouse on the sea to avoid the letters Hogwarts sent me..." Harry told him vividly. Describes the horror picture of the Dursley family trembling and being dominated by owls.

Lambert laughed out loud, paying attention to the stop sign as he walked.

Harry was telling him about Hagrid, when he saw him looking up, he stopped talking, and belatedly, he took out the ticket in his trouser pocket and wanted to face a pair of platforms:

"Platform nine and three-quarters?" The green glasses under the glasses were wide open, and he looked up at the stop sign above his head in surprise, "But there are only platforms nine and ten here?"

"Wait a minute." Lambert stopped, looked around among the passing pedestrians, and quickly locked on a group of people who were also pushing a lot of luggage, with a clear smile on their delicate faces, and raised their hands He raised his chin and signaled: "Follow them." He didn't like to pick a pillar and bump into it, that would look stupid.

-

Inside the train compartment.

There was a history of magic textbook spread out on Lambert's lap, surrounded by densely marked Chinese translations, Big Meow was next to him and opened the window to look at the scenery, and Harry sat across from him to open the gift box.

Inside was a simple green bracelet — Lambert really went to great lengths to pick a present for him, finding a neutral one in a sea of ​​women's clothing and accessories was a challenge.

"Except for the jinx, reflect other magic spell attacks three times." Lambert explained briefly. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that he synthesized this accessory with the mentality of giving Harry a gift, he would have snatched it himself. Used it, the attributes are so good that it explodes!After all, the essence of magic attack is not the terror of spells, but the flexible application.

"Wow! That's cool!" Harry couldn't wait to put it on his hand, obviously very interested in this kind of magic item, and even looked at Lambert eagerly.

"No, don't think about it." Lambert refused Harry without thinking, no matter what spell he didn't want to try himself now, thank you.

The box door was blocked by two people in wizard robes, he looked up calmly, the thinner boy of the two stared at his face for a while, frowned and said: "Why do I seem to be Where have I seen you?"

Lambert's gaze swiveled between the two of them, and he knew their identities. He closed the book in his hand and asked, "Which compartment is Malfoy in?"

"Your name is Lambert? Draco is waiting for you in the third car from the bottom." Before Crabbe could speak, Goyle behind him gave the answer honestly. Ke was too noisy and rushed out to find someone.

He nodded, stood up and said, "Thank you, can I go out now?"

Turning around, he smiled with Harry and said, "Help me watch that stupid cat, I'll go find my lost four thousand Galleons."

Harry nodded somewhat bewilderedly.

-

Looking in through the transparent glass of the car door of the private compartment, there is a book that occupies almost three-quarters of the thickness of the table in front of the boy in the black robe.

When Lambert saw the four-thousand-gold Galleons walking, he became annoyed and raised his hand to knock on the door angrily.

When Draco heard the impolite knock on the door, he looked up, and when he saw Lambert's stinky face, his bad mood that turned through several history books but couldn't find any useful information instantly brightened. , and even showed a polite smile after a long absence.

Made, the mood simply fell to hell.Lambert opened the door of the box, raised his hand to touch his jacket pocket, and slipped out a bunch of thumbnail-sized mini books, which he placed expressionlessly on the pages of his open book.

"The book you want." Even the tone of the mouth was full of gnashing of teeth.

Draco raised his pale eyebrows, raised his jaw and asked, "Please get back to the original state, your service attitude is not very good."

A smirk appeared on the corner of Lambert's mouth, and he looked at him coldly, "I'm sorry, I just forgot how to use the undo spell. But Mr. Malfoy should have a good memory, otherwise how could he be rescued from the villains? Later, it was a genius to think of claiming a reward in the name of a lifesaver?"

What's more, they don't pay a dime for nominal infringement compensation!

They don't even bother to buy themselves!

"Although my memory is indeed good, I would rather regard it as superior in IQ." He nodded reservedly, and readily accepted Lambert's 'compliment' to him.

"As for the four thousand gold Galleons that should have been given to you—" He dragged his tone, pretending to be thinking, but Lambert had already seen the answer in his eyes.

[Just as a mental toll fee for the shock I got after being rescued in Muggle-like ways. ]

Lambert took a deep breath, thinking to himself, if I save you next time, I'll chop off my hands!Which hand saves me and chops which one!

"Although I am looking forward to the scene of your self-harm, I have to remind you, boy, as long as you stay away from me, I will definitely live to old age in peace." Draco looked at his expression full of disgust, almost He treats him like a plague god.

Lambert gave a smirk with a 'ha', and suddenly recovered his indifferent face, and replied in a flat tone: "That's what I meant, I don't know if the distance between Gryffindor and Slytherin is far enough."

Draco frowned at first, Gryffindor, the house, had become a place where he would reflexively hate it as soon as he heard it.

The emotions in the silver-gray eyes have been stripped away, and being stared at by those eyes will always make people feel chills behind. At this moment, he bent a standard smile unhurriedly, and opened his thin lips lightly: "That's really true again!" It can't be better, I can't wait to teach you how to be a standard wizard."

Lambert didn't want to continue the conversation with him, and turned away.This guy's mouth is so poisonous that he thinks only Harry can take care of this smug guy... although it's still a mystery whether 11-year-old Harry can take care of a 30-something Draco.

When he returned to the previous box, Lambert couldn't help but look up to see the number of the box, to make sure if he was stunned and misremembered the way.

Otherwise, who will tell him why the table is covered with mountains of snacks and why there is a freckled boy with a feather duster on his head crying and mourning at the moment he left?

Harry bent down to pick up the things that fell under the table, straightened up and saw Lambert standing by the door, and smiled: "You're back."

He stood at the door of the box, looking at the big cat on the seat beside him that immediately kicked away the snacks with his paw and continued to jump to the window to watch the scenery. His eyes fell on the face of the freckled boy again.

"Hello, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley." Maybe it was because Lambert's face was too obvious that he was in a bad mood, Ron unconsciously put away his crying face, and introduced himself politely road.

Lambert's inquiring eyes fell on the top of his hair... The Weasley family was said to have red hair?The original is deceiving?

He still responded politely: "I am Lambert." Matching his expression of still looking forward to the following, he had to add another sentence: "If there is no surname, it is Lambert."

Harry noticed the way he looked at Ron, and after he sat down, he whispered to him, "It's the gift you gave me that worked. Just now Ron wanted to use the spell to change the color of his mouse, but it didn't work." Carefully swung it on me, and it bounced back."

Looking at his excited expression, Lambert thought to himself, as long as you are happy.

Then his eyes fell on the pile of snacks in front of him, and Lambert understood that even if he knew Harry first, he would wave his hand and buy a car snack for his new friends ?

... Cub, Dad is very disappointed in you.

There is a sense of déjà vu that the son I have worked so hard to raise is still being bullied by a pig in a blink of an eye.

Noticing the way he was looking at the pile of snacks, Harry felt a chill in his neck for no reason. He looked sympathetically at the white cat with a statue by the opposite window, and after thinking for a while, he bravely handed over the chocolate in his hand: "It's me. Interested in these snacks, uh, do you want to try them?"

Lambert followed his gaze and glanced at the big cat next to him who wanted to stick to the glass as a decoration, and nodded knowingly: "Is it shameless to show you how cute it is?"

After taking Harry's chocolate, his mood suddenly returned to normal. He took a bite and found it quite sweet, so he decided to let the lazy cat go this time.

-

It was already night when I arrived at Hogwarts from the place where I got off the train in a small wooden boat. The bright moon hanging high in the night sky forcefully broke through the surrounding layers of dark clouds, and the silver light sprinkled on everything in the world.

If the old house of the Peverell family can be regarded as a small castle, then the Hogwarts campus is undoubtedly a giant version. From the door to the auditorium all the way, I saw a woman wearing a wizard robe and a tall hat When standing at the end of the stairs waiting for them, Lambert still had a trance feeling that he had just traveled through.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." The stern-faced middle-aged woman smiled rarely, and welcomed them with open arms, and then began the sorting ceremony after the introduction.

When hearing Slytherin, Ron seemed to want to say something to Harry. Lambert leaned over first, and smiled at Harry's eyes that were almost the same color as his own: "Remember me and Harry?" You said that, right?"

Harry nodded and repeated: "Every house has its advantages, there is no good or bad."

Ron looked taken aback by Harry's conclusion, looked at Harry in disbelief and said, "No! Slytherin isn't a good house! You know that? Harry..."

"It seems that you know Slytherin very well?" Ron asked an elegant retort from behind. When everyone saw who the speaker was, they could feel the maliciousness in the words.

Draco walked out of the automatically separated crowd unhurriedly, glanced at his hair contemptuously, with a mocking arc hanging on the corner of his lips: "Isn't this from the Weasley family? When will your family change?" Trendy hair color? Do you think the Sorting Hat would have put you in Slytherin for sympathizing with your brave attempt to get rid of the Weasleys?"

Lambert chuckled unkindly next to Harry.

Sounds kinda nice when Malfoy's venom isn't sprayed on him?

In return, Lambert thought, I'll send you the classmate Harry you once dreamed of being friends with.