[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The warm sunlight in the morning cannot break through the thickness of the deep water of the Black Lake, and the Slytherin cellar at the bottom of the lake cannot feel the call of the rising sun.In other words, the Slytherin dormitory looks like night and day.

Under the intertwined silver and dark green curtains, a messy black head was revealed under the dark green quilt, sleeping very soundly.The white puppet cat that should have been next to his silver pillow opened its black round eyes at this moment, and jumped onto the bed with light steps, circling the black head back and forth.

At this moment, an old gold pocket watch on the other side of the pillow moved quietly, and the white cat jumped over vigilantly, putting an ear to the watch.

1 minutes later.

The white cat jumped onto the quilt vigorously, patted the fair face with the pads of its front paws, and made a rapid 'meow' sound from time to time.

In Lambert's ears, there was a voice urging him to get up: "Lancy! Get up! Wake up! Something serious happened, wake up!"

The boy who was immersed in a deep sleep was forcibly pulled out of the abyss by the voice, and asked it without opening his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Big Meow stood on his chest and announced condescendingly: "The Qing Dynasty is dead!"

It took three seconds for the dull brain to react. Lambert rolled his eyes angrily and warned, "I'll give you another chance to speak humanly."

Jumping to the edge of the bed next to him, Big Meow opened his mouth and yawned loudly, and said calmly, "Oh, Yige told me just now that it's nine o'clock in ten minutes."

Lambert: ...! ! !

Draco, who also overslept, looked very angry when he got up, and without thinking about it, he reached under the pillow and fumbled for something. The dangerous antenna above Lambert's head was erected, and he reminded him quickly while running to the bathroom: "I'm still 10 minutes late! The first period is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class!"

Draco cursed harshly.

Among the children in their teens who are growing up, the two of them personally interpreted the case of the failure of crossing the catastrophe.

Lambert, who has rich experience in getting up late to catch classes since high school, took 5 minutes to tidy himself up. Transformation Guide" ran out the door.

When passing by the first floor, I deliberately went to the lobby to get a sandwich, and walked quickly to the second floor while eating, counting down to myself in my heart.

The strange sight of walking and eating here caused people to keep looking here, but how could their gaze compare to Professor McGonagall's terrifying expression after he was late?

Almost choked on the last bite of the sandwich, and after bouncing three times in place at the door of the classroom, Lambert arrived at the Transfiguration classroom on time.

Almost as soon as his butt touched the stool, the bell rang for class, and Harry was previewing the textbook beside him, asking in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Lambert responded with an 'huh-hum' in a good mood, and looked around the classroom, but he didn't see the pale golden head, and he felt a little sympathetic to his new roommate in his heart.

A few seconds later, Draco came in from outside the classroom with a very bad expression on his face - no one would have a good face when encountering the change of stairs when they were 2 minutes late.When passing by Lambert, the robe almost threw him in the face, and he was about to sit down next to Blaise in front—a squatting tabby cat on the desk in the front jumped forward and fell to the ground She has become a serious woman in a dark green gown and a top hat.

Staring at Draco with dark eyes under the square glasses, he criticized very bluntly: "The concept of time, Mr. Malfoy, maybe I should teach you how to read a pocket watch before teaching you Transfiguration?"

A laugh came from the next table, but because the classroom was so quiet, the laughter seemed particularly abrupt.There is no doubt that when the Slytherins are criticized, it can only be Gryffindor who can laugh like this - Lambert and Harry turned their heads and saw Ron Weasley deliberately He lowered his head and covered his mouth.

Draco's slightly narrow eyes also glanced over there, and then nodded to Professor McGonagall in apology: "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I promise there will be no next time."

Seeing his polite and sincere appearance, Professor Mike replied in a moderate tone: "I hope so." At the same time, he gave Ron a warning look.

-

The whole Transfiguration class was a hell of a ride - as the energetic Gryffindors were always able to get their romps going at any time.

Seamus Finnigan threw the match when he cast the spell, and the match head flew to the head of Longbottom in front and started to burn, while his toad jumped out of a new height after being frightened, and landed on the side of Draco. The table, which was used as a substitute for matches by Master Malfoy in a bad mood, turned into a needle.

Longbottom looked terrified. He didn't know whether to save his own hair or save his poor Laifu first. Fortunately, Seamus took off his clothes quickly and threw himself on his head.

"Tsk tsk, disaster." Having never experienced such a lively classroom, Lambert put down his wand, which had failed many attempts, and gave a comment with a smile while resting his chin on one hand.

Harry struggled with the slender matchstick in front of him without giving up. Hearing the commotion over there, he couldn't help but look over there, and he also showed a smile—he was facing the one who glared angrily at Lambert's words. Ron's gaze.

"Look, our great savior, this is the academy you chose, a bunch of bastards who build their happiness on the pain of others!" From his words, it can be known that the youngest son of the Weasley family is still not convinced Harry was bitter about choosing Gryffindor.

At this time, Harry didn't know much about the routine enmity between the two houses, he just felt inexplicable, because of the meaning of Ron's words-as if it was an unforgivable thing for him to enter Slytherin.

Faced with the sudden change of face of the little friend he knew in the past, Harry's smile froze, and he looked at Neville, whose forehead had been extinguished and was still in shock. He cleared his throat, and explained, "I'm sorry. , I didn't laugh at him..."

Lambert interrupted him, with a mocking smile on his seventy percent similar face, looked at the red-haired freckled boy, and replied unhurriedly: "If I remember correctly, maybe I was right just now. Isn't it a man named Ron Weasley who made a mockery of the late students in our house?"

Draco, who heard his words in front of him, turned his head angrily, and gave Lambert a hard look: "Who do I owe all this to?"

Lambert curled his lips, shifted his gaze to Ron's direction, shrugged helplessly and said, "I thought we were at least on the same front now."

Draco smiled sarcastically, raised his chin proudly and looked at Weasley - his face was even more angry because Professor McGonagall had just given Slytherin [-] points for Draco's excellent transfiguration, even more so. Unconvinced, he yelled "Why!"

"On the same front as you?" He raised the corners of his lips meanly, looked back and forth at Lambert, Harry, and Ron, and continued without interest: "Just to deal with an angry mole? —I'm not down to that point yet."

Lambert couldn't tell for a moment whether his remark was more satirizing Weasley or himself.

... Heh, I can criticize you badly.

Harry, who was also in the center of the storm, was at a loss for this chaotic scene. In the end, he chose to give up the treatment, ignoring Ron's face flushed because of Draco's words, and turned to look at Lambert: "Maybe I can Know what makes you and Malfoy so at odds?"

Lambert rubbed his chin, looked up at the ceiling, and about ten seconds later lowered his gaze to meet Harry's level, and replied calmly: "Probably because a person who has been below the average luck score for a long time is jealous of the king with the top luck score. Bar."

In short, a lucky E's natural hatred for lucky EX.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall took Longbottom to the school infirmary to save his mighty forehead—his hair was scorched several times, and the fire even burned his scalp—announced that others should study by themselves.

"Why don't you say it's the natural gap between the poor and the rich?" Draco, who had overfulfilled his study tasks in the front row, leaned back and asked in a flat tone with a sideways face when he heard his words.

After thinking for a while, he added: "Also, if you don't want to become the test product that replaces the matchstick in the next class, I suggest you get rid of this bad habit of speaking ill of others, Lambert."

"I told you specifically, Malfoy, you are not enough to make me have to find another place to comment."

Hearing the sarcasm of the two of them back and forth again, Harry understood that the conflicts between the two were irreconcilable.

"I said, can you two calm down for a while? Do you have to let Gryffindor watch the show?" Blaise, who was chatting happily with Pansy in front of him, recovered and heard the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two of them, and then looked around The gazes cast by other people from time to time acted as the mediator in a very speechless manner.

-

lunch time.

Lambert was telling Harry the story of his insomnia last night. Not far away, Draco walked over listlessly and sat down at the long Slytherin table. His aura was like a defeated rooster.

"I guess you didn't have a good talk with Professor Snape." Pansy and Daphne sat down around him, and Pansy smiled and said the answer.

Draco felt even more tired remembering that conversation scene, and he replied deadpan: "Correct."

Daphne smiled and asked curiously, "What did the professor say?"

Draco glanced at her with silver-gray eyes, and was about to refuse to repeat such a shameful thing of being rejected, when Lambert who was not far away finished eating, put down the tableware, and gloated - even if Draco hadn't replaced it with The dormitory itself is not comfortable—but he has developed a mentality that he will be happy as long as the other party is unlucky—read the answer in his eyes:

"I assume that you have a single room in the first grade, and when you are lucky enough to become a prefect in the future-do I have to fill up the Black Lake and turn it into a bathroom to meet your request?"