[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Slytherin cellar.

The ceiling is carved with translucent crystal. When the sun is hot at noon, there will be sparkling waves falling from the top, rolling in the lounge like golden waves.However, at night, there is only darkness on the top of the sky, no one knows what is hidden in the darkness, maybe the tentacles of the giant octopus at the bottom of the lake are quietly adsorbing on it, maybe there is nothing.

A raging flame was burning in the fireplace, and the couch facing the fireplace was the best place for heating, usually occupied by seniors, with dark green carved armchairs and small wooden tables scattered here and there.

There was a greenish-glow lamp on an iron chain hanging upside down from the ceiling, although it was very limited as a lighting effect-at this moment Harry was sitting in the armchair in the corner, holding the "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" and reading it closely, next to him. There was a quill and parchment on the small table, which was the transfiguration homework he had to complete by Thursday.

And Lambert is nestled in another chair, curled up in his arms by his white ragdoll cat, and holding a snack of chocolate mousse cake -- Crabbe and Goyle had been there on the first day of school. Under the leadership of Da Miao, he found the kitchen, which was a supper brought to him as a reward.

As for the two of them, they enjoyed their share on the two chairs next to them.Pansy and Daphne had a heated discussion about the style of a certain robe in the latest wizarding fashion magazine, and Blaise had gone nowhere.

When Draco, who had just returned from the library, walked to the first year, he almost thought he had entered the newly opened night restaurant in Slytherin, and said to Crabbe and Goyle angrily: "You still think your body size Isn’t it wide enough? You have to hurry up and fill your head with fat?”

Hearing his words, Lambert took another mouthful unhurriedly - but Harry beside him had already looked over with worried eyes.

Swallowing the sweet cake, Lambert smiled and explained to Harry: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm a physique that doesn't eat fat. Next time we go directly to the kitchen to order, those house elves have a chef Talented."

"Look, it's not enough for me to be depraved, we have to bring our savior together?" Draco stood on the other side of the chair with his arms folded sarcastically, glanced at him condescendingly, then looked at Harry next to him and said: "I actually started to agree with what the red-haired mole said, Potter, be careful when making friends."

If this had been said a few days ago, Harry would have fiercely defended Lambert, or at least defended his views on making friends—but after a whole day of observation today, he found that the two completely regarded each other Talking about it was a pastime, and our savior quickly learned not to get involved in the conversation between the two of them on any occasion.

"You are clearly envious of my strong friendship with Harry—" Lambert is used to his level of provocation, and he can even persuade Harry to put down his textbooks: "But Harry, for the sake of your glasses , you can’t keep watching like this, at least the lights in the study room are brighter than here, right, Draco?”

Draco spat out a syllable mockingly through his nose, with his usual smirk on his lips: "I don't remember a time when I agreed to let you call me by my first name."

Sitting down in a chair, on the table in front of him was a game of wizard chess, with Crabbe and Goyle playing the rest.With new players and the pieces in place, Draco stared down at the board—without looking like he intended to invite anyone to play against him.

"Ha, as a creditor of four thousand Galleons, I just want to remind you kindly that maybe we can change the way of repaying the money—for example, lend me a reference to the Transfiguration homework you just finished? And, help Harry finish His share - you have this obligation, if you hadn't had to show your skills in the transformation class today, Professor McGonagall would not have assigned the theoretical homework of the transformation of living creatures." Based on the old saying of "the one who owes money is the master" Truth, Lambert felt that he was really trying to make ends meet.

Harry tried to make a final struggle with his own strength, raised his head from the book and said hesitantly, "I think I can..."

"Don't be shy, Harry. People have to learn to make life easy for themselves. I bet Draco has already done all the homework that the professors will assign this week ahead of time." Lambert's eyes fell on Draco The Potions textbook in Coe's hand was filled with lamentation. He didn't have to preview any textbooks in advance - but the courses taught by Snape were definitely not within this scope.

"You're talking nonsense, you've learned another thing without a teacher, Lambert—I can't imagine how crooked Potter's future will be under your influence." Draco lazily said The knight in front of him grabbed it and threw it at the expected position. The chess piece tried hard to stand firm while cursing, and was almost cut off by the enemy on the opposite side because its foot stretched out of the boundary.

Because of Potions class on Friday, Lambert will definitely take some time to go to self-study in these few days, and for the sake of Harry's degree, Lambert smacked his mouth and said to Harry: "Okay, Harry, we might consider taking a self-study session tomorrow night—for a better report card this semester."

...Of course, Lambert remembered that there were all four colleges in the auditorium during evening self-study, and the probability of him meeting the goddess was infinitely high.

"Listen, the tone of this picture of raising the savior as his son, Potter, haven't you noticed that your intelligence is almost equal to that of a troll in his mouth?" He stretched out his arms and placed the opposite bishop diagonally on his side Next to the knight, Draco sank back into the soft back of the armchair, taking his time to comment on their conversation.

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth towards him, and replied with some displeasure: "Thank you, I have my own judgment—" Then he turned his head and looked at Lambert: "This place doesn't seem suitable for me to continue studying. Go back to your room first, good night."

Since Draco's return, Pansy and Daphne's discussion has become much quieter, and there was even a moment of silence when Harry turned to leave.Pansy, who knew both of them better, smiled and said, "Even our good-tempered savior can't stand your childishness, boys, when are you going to stop this 'flirting' type of bickering?"

"Flirting? Your words are so horrible that it makes my hair stand on end, Pansy." Draco rubbed his arms angrily, feeling his goosebumps rise.

Harry was gone, Lambert was naturally not in the mood to stay and face Draco, he threw the finished cake plate into the wastebasket next to him, he stood up, and looked seriously at the beautiful girl with dark brown hair "It's all Malfoy's bad mouth that made Harry run away in anger," said the child.

Afterwards, You felt that it was not enough, so he changed to Chinese and said to Draco: "You play too much every day!" After speaking, he turned and left.

Leaving the three Slytherins at a loss, Daphne looked left and right, looked at Draco, the most knowledgeable of the three, and asked with some hesitation: "What did he just say?"

Draco, who didn't look at him at all at the time, of course didn't understand. He was very upset at the experience of being stunned by an unfamiliar language, and replied with a displeased expression: "Thinking with the strands of your hair, I know that's not a good word."

Pansy smiled and translated, "What Draco means is that he doesn't understand Chinese."

The pale blond boy who was exposed reminded in a bad tone: "Your words are redundant, Pansy."

-

The next day, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Studies have shown that smell is the most impressive existence.Lambert didn't know if Professor Quirrell had read this research from the Muggle world, but the smell of garlic blowing from him ten meters away managed to leave a deep imprint in Lambert's mind , because garlic is one of the smells he hates the most!

The last time Big Cat came back and told him that during the sorting ceremony before, this Professor Quirrell always secretly looked at Harry and him when other people were not paying attention. Lambert naturally knew why.Thinking of the face hidden behind this purple turban that was as dirty as a foot wrap, he didn't even have the appetite to eat today's lunch - of course, the garlic smoked his nose and lost his sense of smell was also a very important factor.

For a whole Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the professor wiped his nose and told his boring and false story of encountering vampires and witches in the jungle in a thick nasal voice, which made the Gryffindors feel like their bones were taken away. Contrary to their drowsiness, the Slytherins were scribbling something on the parchment with a quill.Don't get me wrong, it's not that they are listening carefully, but they are writing the homework left by Professor McGonagall yesterday - the trend led by Lambert.

In the herbal science class, they were put into the greenhouse like chickens out of the cage and let out a gust of wind, and then they were hurriedly captured back to the castle to learn the history of magic.

Professor Binns is an equally hypnotic existence, even if he is the only special existence among all the lecture professors-a ghost-doesn't make his courses more attractive, the Slytherins occasionally look up when they are doing their homework, He copied his scribbled writing on the blackboard and continued to struggle with homework.

After that, the Quidditch class was particularly invigorating. The Slytherins who had completed their homework were full of desire for freedom, especially after they found out that they could go to heaven.

Therefore, in a row of people who were at least high-spirited, Lambert's mournful expression was particularly eye-catching.Seeing his expression, Harry asked a little confused, "Hey, that's a broomstick, don't you think it's cool?"

No, you're only cool because you can ride it.

"I don't think so. I prefer being down-to-earth than taking risks." Lambert couldn't lift his spirits, squinting his eyes weakly as the afternoon sun shone on his face.

Draco, who was two people away from him, scoffed at this statement, and reminded Harry friendly: "Don't be fooled by his high-sounding reasons, Potter, his frustration comes entirely from trying to use the 'fear of heights' The reason is to go to the medical wing to ask for leave, but Madam Pomfrey kicked her out with a broom."

Lambert wasn't even in the mood to stare at Malfoy, because the energetic Mrs. Hodge had already come over to announce the start of the lesson, her cool hair and the silver whistle around her neck gleaming in the sun.

Following the instructions, he yelled 'get up' to the broom on the grass a dozen times, but the broom only moved left and right, showing more reluctance than Lambert. At this time, most of the people around were holding the broom in their hands inside.Ron Weasley, who was on the opposite side, saw Lambert's scene, and said with a blunt smile, "When did the Slytherin with the upturned nostrils actually degenerate to the point of being disgusted by the broom?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Neville next to him flew into the sky on a broomstick, accompanied by eardrum-piercing screams!

Lambert shrugged, and motioned to Harry next to him: "Look, what happens to being loved by broomsticks." There was laughter from the Slytherins around, but soon they couldn't be alone—

Because there was also a person beside them who was quickly taken away by the broom, and Lambert didn't even realize who it was!

It was Pansy's scream that reminded the man's identity. Lambert stared dumbfounded at the light-blond boy who was precariously holding the disobedient broom with one hand in mid-air, and murmured in a somewhat unbelievable low voice:

"... This world report is too fast!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: God's love for me really frightens me!Those who laughed at me will be punished hahaha!

Draco: ...Why is it always me who is unlucky!

Professor Quirrell: ...It is obviously my credit.