[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Slytherin cellar.

Entering the room, Lambert looked at the big cat who shouldn't have stayed in the room so peacefully at this point in surprise: "It's really surprising that you are willing to leave the kitchen at times of the day."

The big cat stepped on the dark green mat, and looked at Lambert with round black eyes, "Isn't it just because a certain guy left me that something happened! It's all spread to the Hogwarts kitchen!"

Because he was the only one in the room, Yige's kind voice came from the old gold pocket watch hanging around his neck all the year round: "Don't be depressed, kid, you did a great job!"

There was a warm smile in Lambert's green eyes, like willow branches fluttering in the wind in spring, making the viewer feel refreshed. "No depression, I'm fine, thank you. I'm just thinking about today, Ig, are you feeling anything?"

"I didn't feel the breath of black magic." Yige replied with some regret.

Lambert nodded thoughtfully, "That can at best prove that no black magic was used, but it doesn't mean he didn't do it."

Half a minute later, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "It seems that I still have to find Mr. Longbottom whom I just met."

-

When the clumsy and shy Gryffindor boy heard that Lambert was looking for him, there was a very obvious bewilderment on his baby-fat face, which made him face Lambert in the first round. Within minutes, he tried to speak several times but failed to speak without stammering.

"I'm Lambert. Don't be nervous, I want to ask you to do me a favor, can you?" The black-haired Slytherin had a friendly smile on his face, but this made Neville even more nervous. Before, he had thought that even the Slytherin himself regretted saving him.

He nodded sharply without thinking, and he hadn't heard Lambert say what he wanted to help.

— even if he knew full well that if his grandma heard that he had gotten close to a Slytherin, she would send a howling letter from all the way, warning him hysterically at the Gryffindor table.

"Help me ask your fifth grade students if Professor Quirrell attended today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It's as simple as that. I'll let my cat come to you after dinner."

-

dinner time.

Lambert searched around in the common room with some doubts but couldn't see Harry, so he had to go to the auditorium for dinner first.

As soon as I poured myself a cup of pumpkin juice, I saw a person rushing towards the door, the excited expression on his face was unstoppable.

"What good thing happened?" Lambert asked him with a smile, and poured him a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Did you know? The Quidditch captain of Slytherin came to me just now and said that this week's internal Quidditch selection asked me to compete for the Seeker! Professor Snape told him personally!" Harry said greenly. His eyes almost shone because of the exciting news, he took the pumpkin juice from Lambert, and quickly said the good news he got.

There was a bit of shock in Lambert's eyes. Before he could speak, the Crabbe fork on the opposite side made a harsh sound on the plate: "Participating in Quidditch? But I noticed that you are only in the first grade, Harry!"

The pudding that Goyle was about to deliver also slid onto the robes. The two of them looked at each other, put down the cutlery in their hands and began to applaud Harry. After all, it was a miracle that there was a school Quidditch player in the first year.

Blaise, Pansy and others who heard the news also congratulated him one after another. After Lambert followed the trend, he couldn't help but look at the teacher's seat.

Professor Snape was cutting his steak expressionlessly, the aura around him was still 'keep close to strangers', and he even seemed in a worse mood than when he was eating at noon, completely ignoring the commotion on the long Slytherin table.

...Could it be true that after Harry came to Slytherin, Professor Snape only had love for him as a kid in the school?

Lambert couldn't help but look for someone across the long Slytherin table, he had an intuition that this matter was a bit difficult.

-

After returning to the room after going to the self-study with Harry, Big Meow raised its front paw and patted a ball of paper: "It's for you."

Lambert opened it and threw it into the fireplace next to him. The flames jumped and swallowed the long strip of parchment.

Quirrell gave Gryffindor a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon. As soon as he walked in, he could hardly speak because of a severe cold, so he had to ask for leave to drink some medicine at Madam Pomfrey's, and announced that they would let them study by themselves.

——That's right.

But what was it that made him attack Harry so early?

It can't be because of Harry that he entered Slytherin!Lambert was confused when the door of the room opened and Draco walked in with a thick book in his arms.

Lambert glanced at the spine of the book. He didn't know the following words about wizard magic.

Draco took off his robe and hung it on the rack next to him. When he turned around, he found that Lambert was staring at him seriously with those green eyes. He raised his pale eyebrows, and his tone was usually taunting: "If You want to apologize to me for what happened today, so I advise you to save yourself, boy—I don’t expect a Muggle who has just entered the wizarding world to use spells well, even if Potter doesn’t meddle in his own business today, I It can also land safely."

So Lambert immediately returned to his usual disdain, and even resisted the urge to roll his eyes at him.

But he had more important things to do and couldn't be put off by Draco's level of taunting: "Harry told me today that the Slytherin Quidditch captain invited him to try out for the school team this week, do you know?"

Draco was about to say something about himself when he found Lambert staring into his eyes - this damn mind reading lie detector.He looked away in displeasure, and his tone was full of displeasure: "It's just returning what belongs to him, what do you want to say?"

Lambert pondered for a while, and then said, "Well...how should I put it? I feel that you are a little different from the Malfoy I know, but I think it's expected?"

Draco paused the movements in his hands, strode up to Lambert, bent down and stared at his pair of eyes that were very similar to Potter, they were also green and clear: "Speaking of this—boy , you seem to know me very well, how much do you really know about me?"

[Not much else about you, but I have a story about Voldemort here, you want to know? ]

After ten seconds or so, Draco understood all the words he could not utter in the future, his face darkened, he stood up straight and backed away a little.

Lambert took the lead to look away and looked towards the dark window. It was completely sealed glass, and the outside was still the bottom of the black lake. He didn't know where the vents of these rooms were usually.

It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit stagnant, so he had no choice but to continue the previous words: "Give back what belongs to him. What do you mean? Harry's supposed achievements in Quidditch?"

Draco was thinking about what happened this afternoon, so he didn't distinguish his words carefully, so he was distracted and replied, "Although I don't want to admit it, his eyes that even need glasses to see the world normally can't be seen in Quidditch. It’s damn easy to use on the field.”

Lambert sometimes admired Draco's ability to even praise people like insults.

Hey, wait, myopia?

"I have a guess, Draco." He was surprised by the power of his imagination, looked at Draco in a daze, and even changed his name unconsciously.

He hadn't figured it out before, why Harry and Draco.But if the target was him and Draco, it would point to one thing—the kidnapping in Knockturn Alley?

Because it is too early to start with Harry, it is very easy to attract the attention of Dumbledore and others, and Quirrell's goal is to find the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort.

Then Professor Quirrell cast the Confusion Curse on Harry because... he was a hidden myopia?

"No, I have to confirm the relationship between Quirrell and Mulciber first..." Draco was only in danger in the final result after so much trouble, what exactly did he want to do?

"The Dark Lord's warning to my father." Draco concluded with a weary face.

Lambert was a little dazed, and after struggling to think for a long time based on his words, he said incredulously: "Wait, you all knew that Voldemort was still alive? Do you even know the relationship between Quirrell and him?"

If they felt that Voldemort was dead, then even if Draco fell disabled today, Lucius couldn't think of thinking about his reluctance to save his fellow Death Eaters.

So the truth is that the camp belonging to the Death Eaters basically knows that the Dark Lord is still alive, and even Lucius knows that Quirrell brought the Dark Lord to Hogwarts, while Dumbledore and the others are just guessing.

Quirrell is carrying out Voldemort's order today, warning the Malfoy family who are not safe, and telling them to keep their mouths shut.

Draco nodded reluctantly, clearly not keen to share the news with Lambert.But since his return and the succession of Peverell from Lambert, they've been on the same page.

Lambert looked up at the ceiling, thought for a long time, and counted on his fingers.

After a few seconds, he turned his head and stared dazedly at the big cat who finished playing with the mat and began to play with his pillow:

"Draco still has his father to support him, and Harry has the blood magic protection left by his mother, so I am the only one who is the easiest to burp?"

Parents are yours, I have nothing.An unspeakable sadness spread in Lambert's heart.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Big Meow refuses to accept: You still have me!

Yige refused to accept: You still have me!

Lambert: ...I still have myself!

Everyone who brushes bosses is a top match, but when it's his turn, the old, weak, sick and disabled are left, crying out loud.