[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Dessert was slightly more palatable than the main meal. Lambert ate two chocolate muffins and a strawberry pudding without haste. When he put down his fork, most of the cutlery on the Slytherin table was gone. Put it back in place.

Dumbledore tapped the goblet with his spoon and stood up. Almost at the same time as he spoke, all the food and tableware on the table disappeared, and the four long tables returned to their original cleanliness.

"Everyone must be full by now, so when the new semester begins, I'll tell you a few things to pay attention to." Dumbledore's white beard is not as messy as Iggy's, but is very neatly groomed. But perhaps because of his charisma, those who listen to him usually focus on his blue eyes that seem to glisten.

The more Lambert looked at him, the more he felt that he was very similar to Yige, even sharper than Yige. This was probably because his age could not conceal his current reputation, and the added halo on him made him still look vigorous.

For the senior students, Dumbledore's emphasis on the Forbidden Forest and the prohibition of using magic in the corridors is a rehash, and when they thought it was the epilogue, Dumbledore added:

"Also, for your safety, if you don't want to die suddenly, please don't approach the rightmost corridor on the fourth floor."

At this moment, Harry, who was next to Lambert, suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead, and took a soft breath.

Lambert was the closest to him, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? The scar hurts?"

Harry looked at the teacher's seat, and was facing a black-haired man with a gloomy expression. The swarthy robe on him only made him darker. A man wearing a foot wrap beside him was talking about something. say something.

"Well... do you know Professor Quirrell - the one with the purple hood, I saw him in the Leaky Cauldron before - who's next to him?" Harry looked back, because the dark-haired man was full of inquiry His sight really made him uncomfortable.

Lambert hooked his lips, "Severus Snape, our head of Slytherin and professor of potions, I have heard a story about him, I will share it with you later."

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The students of each grade were led by the prefects to their respective college lounges. The spiral staircase and the occasional ghosts emerging from the walls made the first-year freshmen get used to it a little, and no one showed curious eyes anymore. Or make a small cry to attract the attention of others.

The Slytherin lounge is located in the basement, where there is a wet stone wall with a hidden stone door that is the entrance to the cellar.Because it is surrounded by the black lake, the cold air will occasionally wet the thick wallpaper on the wall when the climate is warming. Even in the hot summer, the fire in the fireplace in the lounge is rarely extinguished.

The Slytherin prefect of the fifth grade was a tall and thin boy. After finishing the name roll lazily in a protracted tone, he briefly said a few rules to them, and left a list to be circulated to the first graders who were close to him. He couldn't wait to turn around and leave.

The effective information extracted by Lambert is roughly as follows:

First, the dormitory is a two-person room, assigned according to the alphabet of the surname.Second, the lounge password for the past two weeks has been "glory".Third, it is forbidden to wander on campus after ten o'clock in the evening.

Crabbe and Goyle held the list and clapped excitedly when they saw the two of them in a dormitory. Blaise glanced through the gap between the two of them, and first glanced at Della with a little sympathy. Ke, then smiled and raised his eyebrows at Harry next to Lambert: "Come with me, Potter, we share a dormitory."

Draco, who received a sympathetic look, looked at him inexplicably.

Harry looked regretful that he hadn't been able to share a bedroom with Lambert.Lambert had expected it earlier, and said good night to him with a smile, and told him by the way: "There is class in the first period tomorrow morning, so don't be late."

"Good night." Harry nodded, turned and left with Blaise.

Draco watched the way the two of them got along and looked eager to comment, but Pansy's laughter and next words managed to grab his attention.

"Merlin's beard, this distribution method is really ingenious. I hope you can sleep tonight, dear Draco." The girl's voice with dark brown short hair was a little sharp because of its high tone, which was different from Blaise's. Yes, she was purely watching the excitement, and after turning her eyes around the black-haired boy who was waiting for the list to be circulated, she looked at Draco and added with a smile: "Of course, Snape must have And the professor doesn't want to see us Slytherin lose one member on the second day of term."

If you can't find the answer from her eyes and words, then Draco's previous 30 years are in vain.

"No, don't tell me—" Draco seemed very unwilling to accept this fact, his tone was almost lamenting, he should have thought earlier, he would have no good to meet this guy!

Lambert, whose hair was disliked from the beginning to the end, laughed a few times dryly, and replied to Pansy, "Maybe it's not too bad for me? After all, this guy who can't sleep It's not just me."

Would he rather sleep on the sofa in the common room than be on good terms with this poison-spraying four thousand Galleons day and night?

"Please stick to your choice, boy." Draco understood the thoughts in his eyes, almost clapped his hands and praised him for leaving a completely exclusive space for himself, curled his lips meanly, and said without hesitation Turn around and walk in the direction of the room.

Lambert: ...

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Eleven o'clock at midnight.

Lying on the bed, Lambert stared at the silver and green intertwined curtain above his head with his eyes open. The instinct of a night owl once broke out, not to mention that there was a malicious guy lying opposite him.

Looking down, only a light golden head was exposed under the dark green quilt cover on the opposite bed. Perhaps his gaze was too penetrating. Even though the biological clock was beating non-stop, Draco was barely struggling on the verge of sleepiness and sobriety.

"I said, don't you want to use this fatigue tactic to get me to give you back the four thousand Galleons I swallowed?" Draco couldn't bear it anymore and sat up. His hair was scattered in a mess at the moment, and the eye sockets on his pale cheeks were faintly blue due to unsatisfied sleepiness.

Lambert sighed, and also sat up, and the big cat, who was tired of playing with the cushions on the carpet, jumped onto the bed and nestled next to him.

He only heard him say quietly: "Actually, I'm angry not because you didn't give it to me, but because you didn't intend to give it to me, why did you let me know that you passed it by?" He thought about it carefully. Take a look at this feeling, just when I was about to use up my vocabulary to describe it to him——

Draco cursed under his breath and cut him off angrily, "Stop your Veritaserum-drunk chat mode, I don't care what the fuck you're thinking right now - anytime Neither!" Reached out from under the pillow for his wand, and waved it in mid-air.

Lambert was so frightened that he thought that he was about to cast a spell on himself, so he quickly grabbed the wand in his hand... Although this newly bought wand is very useful for him who can only spell a few spells at the moment tasteless.

Draco watched a row of green numbers appear in the air before him, and his mood was extremely bad: "Damn eleven o'clock in the middle of the night! Lambert, if your brain is still excited like popping candy, I I am happy to present you with a stun spell!"

"Oh, this is a good way, Mr. Malfoy, come on and throw me a stun spell, I promise I will fall asleep soon after you pass out~" Lambert looked down at the blue bracelet on his wrist , happily grinning at the other party.

Draco didn't have any interest in appreciating those gadgets on his body, he fell back into the bed heavily in agitation, and his heart was galloping through thousands of muddy horses.

Twelve fifty-seven in the morning.

Lambert raised his hand and yawned. Even the cat next to the pillow had fallen asleep soundly, but he still insisted on cultivating immortals until dawn.

Because he didn't have a mobile phone to accompany him, he could only think of something useful in his mind, such as rehearsing a hundred postures to get the Philosopher's Stone.

When he was feeling happy in his mind, a gloomy voice came across from him: "Do you know what will happen if you try to steal money from a Malfoy vault?"

Lambert froze for a moment, sat up with one hand on the bed, looked at the opposite side and said in astonishment: "As I said just now, I really don't want you to give it to me... Wait, you don't think I didn't sleep in the middle of the night to force you to give me money, right?"

There was dead silence on the opposite side, and Draco told him in silence that he thought so.

"Actually, I just don't feel at ease going to bed earlier than a person who is full of malice towards me-even though I don't know where the malice comes from. So, I promise, I will sleep when you sleep."

After listening to Lambert's explanation, Draco sneered, lying lazily without the slightest intention of getting up - because he had been exhausted by the protracted battle: "Full of malice? Boy, if I really don't want to Seeing you, do you think you can still talk to me here?"

"—And you are using up my little patience now, I swear, within 3 minutes, if you don't have to stop and go to sleep, I will definitely tell you how many curses I have mastered——Speaking of do it."

Oh, you are amazing.

In fact, Lambert, who had been a little sleepy for a long time, made a suggestion with a blank face: "So, a truce for one night?"

Draco responded with a snort of disdain.

After more than ten seconds of silence, a tentative suggestion suddenly sounded in the room: "I have one last sentence. For the sake of our sleep quality, do you think you will ask Headmaster Snape to change the dormitory tomorrow?"

A harmonious dormitory culture is really important!

"That's exactly what I meant! Now—shut up—let me hear you again, and I promise to send you to Merlin!"

From Draco's original tricks of rhetoric to such a simple and rude expression, Lambert judged that the other party was really sleepy to the extreme, so he also retreated into the bed contentedly.

Immortal Cultivation Dafa is so good_(:з」∠)_

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: What sleep!sleep you paralyzed up hi ah!

Draco: ...Where is my Avada?

Routinely ask for comments, favorites, and Huahua hahahaha!After all, I am so cute, and our protagonist is also so cute.

Here I think it needs to be said that Draco really just habitually speaks badly, and doesn't really hate him.Of course, after this evening, it's hard to say hahahahaha!

And my protagonist didn’t hate Draco very much, because he really didn’t think about getting a reward. He saved people because if he chose to tell Lucius, he might be beaten up first. He just hates it That kind of feeling, knowing that I am poor, but still telling me that I missed it with four thousand Galleons hahahaha!

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Here is an explanation of the sub-dormitories:

Vincent Crabbe's surname starts with C, and Gore's is G, so I'm too lazy to type the full name.They have close surnames.

Lambert counts L because he doesn't have a last name.As for why he didn't take his mother's last name, this will be explained later.

Draco·Malfoy begins with M, L and M are very close.

After that, Potter and Blaise are P and Z respectively. Since there are not many Slytherins on the scene, I will arrange them for the ones I know. The rest of you will be paired with letters next to each other. Thank you.

In addition, I would like to say here that I welcome your thoughtful opinions, and I am happy to answer them, but this kind of question... I really... spend time sorting out the information and posting it. It is a waste of time to update the article, because my hand speed is very slow .So for everyone's convenience, and for the sake of my update mood, I will choose the reply that I think is interesting in the future.

By the way, bug hunting is still welcome.