[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The liquid in the crucible was bubbling, and at the moment when the light green liquid gradually faded and became transparent, a bunch of finely chopped powder was accurately sprinkled into it, and the bubbles rushing out disappeared instantly. The smell of mint leaves began to spread in the air.

"There is no trace of a spell attack." The man who walked in had not had time to change out of his banquet attire, his light blond mid-length hair was neatly arranged and shiny, and his slightly raised chin was his usual proud posture.The coldness in the gray-blue eyes and the tight lines on the corners of the lips fully demonstrated how unhappy the Patriarch of Malfoy was at the moment.

The black-haired man poured the potion from the crucible into the long transparent test tube, and snorted coldly: "It's expected." Even when his friend was in such a bad mood, his cold and hard tone was still It will not increase the temperature.

Holding the potion in his hand, he took the lead and walked out, obviously expecting that even if he gave the other party time to speak, he would not be able to say anything more useful.

With his striding strides, the black robe, which he couldn't tell whether he had changed all the year round, rolled out black waves in the air.

in the bedroom.

Draco looked at Narcissa who was worried about him, the smile on his delicate and slightly pale face was somewhat similar to that of Lucius, the elegant and restrained posture sitting on the head of the bed made Narcissa always I feel that my son may have really broken his brain.

"I'm fine, Mom. You should trust the judgment of the professor and the family doctor." On the surface, he comforted the mother who was worried because of this sudden incident, but in fact his thoughts had completely shifted to another space.

At present, it seems that he has returned to the year when he was ten years old, but it is not sure how long he can stay here, and the boy he saw before he fainted this time—

The emerald green eyes made him almost think it was Potter when he saw it for the first time.

He hates anything with green eyes.

But he really couldn't remember when such a Weasley-like character appeared at his family's ten-year-old Christmas party.

A worn-out suit, brown leather shoes that have been used countless times to make them look brand new but the color is still old like a rag, and those green eyes that disgust him.

If it wasn't for the sudden scene in his mind after he passed out, he would never have played the memory of this boy over and over again in his mind, which would make him want to give his brain a cleansing spell.

"Mommy, do you remember the boy who also passed out? I mean, why did we invite such a..." Draco tried to come up with a less nasty adjective in his mind, but it was very difficult. Obviously, he failed, so he could only look at Narcissa sincerely with his chin up, trying to get more information about this person from her.

Speaking of the culprit who was suspected to have something to do with her son's fainting, Narcissa certainly still remembered it.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolong. If I had known this would happen, I would have said anything to stop your father from sending him an invitation letter." Although Draco had nothing to do, the incident tonight was a false alarm .But Narcissa's intuition always believed that the boy who had been taken away from Malfoy Manor had something to do with this incident, although according to the description of the scene by the only witness, Crabbe, the information that could be pieced together was almost zero.

Seeing that the topic that had finally been opened was about to be snuffed out again, Draco leaned forward slightly eagerly, the smile on the corner of his lips widened a bit, and his silver-gray eyes looked at Narcissa sincerely, with a stronger sense of comfort: " Don't worry, Mum, I'm fine - I'm just a little curious how Father would allow such a brat to step on the Malfoy banquet rug."

Calling 'boy' and 'little ghost' one after another should have seemed a bit abrupt, but the disdain and arrogance in his tone made everything seem natural.

"Half Lestrange—once." Narcissa succinctly stated his identity, with a slight frown and a short pause after speaking, it seemed that she was hesitant about what to say next.

This made Draco even more curious. He always thought that the only ones left of the Lestrange family were in prison, maybe Aunt Bella and her husband who were about to escape from prison.

"Maybe Lucius really believed the amazing family background they made up—" Narcissa was very unwilling to use the word naive to her husband, but she didn't want to instill this common sense about the magic world in Draco Misconception: "Anyway, my darling, you need to know that anyone who makes a big claim about being a descendant of Peverell is definitely thinking everyone around him is a fool."

Draco raised his pale eyebrows and made a surprised expression: "Wait, Mom, you mean, he might be the descendant of Peverell? The great three brothers Peverell? "

"Yes, there is a rumor in the magic world. The owner of the invisibility cloak, Ignotus Peverell, once left a secret about the invisibility cloak, and only his descendants can find this secret." When she said At this time, the expression on his face seemed to be telling Draco a bedtime story.

Then the topic changed, "Obviously, his poor father, Vig, who didn't have a surname, used his amazing imagination to make up this lie for himself in order to make himself look less helpless, and successfully deceived him." The Princess of Lestrange."

"Mom, even so, you and father don't seem like people who would listen to such rumors." Although Draco still had some doubts in his expression, his tilted head and affirmative tone had already predicted this matter There may be unexpected twists.

Narcissa's expression eased a lot, obviously feeling warm about her son's trust. "That's right, kid, but what's surprising is that Vig is indeed pure-blooded, and according to him, their family can only have a surname after inheriting the Peverell lineage, and the time period of the lineage is exactly from ten age. By the way, he has failed miserably."

Draco's expression became as complicated as his mother's.

...Mom, how can I tell you that this story, in fact, could be true?

He believed that if he could just say that, his dear mother might send him to Saint-Germans to have his brain overhauled.

Luckily, the arrival of Snape and Lucius freed him from this unsustainable situation.

"Father, Professor, good evening." His eyes turned to the door in time, and Draco greeted them both obediently. After being injured, he neither pretended to be weak nor jumped up and clamored to find the culprit. Nep was somewhat surprised.

Under some shiny black hair, the man's face was as gloomy as ever, and even the words of praise were tinged with strong irony: "Congratulations, Lucius, it seems that this accident has given you a more Polite son, the hangover is that he can't wait to apply to Hogwarts this year - if the owl with the admission letter flies in the wrong place."

……oh!Merlin's socks!

Draco was secretly annoyed in his heart, because what he heard just now was so shocking that when he saw Professor Snape, out of respect and nostalgia, he subconsciously blurted out the word 'Professor'.

In fact, he shouldn't forget that Professor Snape was also his godfather, and he was not yet of Hogwarts entry age.

After looking at Draco with his eyes and confirming that he is in good condition at the moment and has not left any so-called sequelae, Lucius secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally time to respond to the old friend's taunt: "My little dragon is just so cute, Severus. If you're feeling a little sad that he didn't affectionately call you 'Godfather,' you can just say so."

Draco hardly remembered that his father would still praise himself as 'cute' at this time?

But in any case, seeing his father and mother who loved him again at this time, as well as his beloved Slytherin head who is still alive, his mood is still very good: "Oh no, Godfather, maybe you would like to hear Listen to my explanation..."

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The protagonist who appeared throughout the story of Draco talking to his mother, our dear protagonist, has just woken up from a coma at this moment.

The only one guarding him was poor Uncle Rhine.

Getting up like a dead body made Rhine's heart beat rapidly several times. This appearance is not so much that he was in a coma before, but more like he was woken up by something terrifying in his sleep.

This is indeed the case. When seeing Rhine's face, our protagonist, Lambert, finally sorted out the memories in his mind during this period.

After staring at Rhine's face for a long time, he reluctantly accepted the fact that he probably probably time-traveled.

What was more terrifying than being oppressed by Harry Potter for decades in his dream was that he also dreamed of a house that could move and talk calling him.

What is more frightening than being summoned by a house is that he actually crossed over.

The most terrifying thing is that he has a strange feeling that the life story of being bullied by Harry Potter...does not come from his body named Lambert, and he has a premonition that before he passed out, The owner of the silver-gray eyes that he saw may have something to do with his fainting.

Swallowing his saliva, he still held a trace of luck in his arms: "Uncle Rhine, maybe you can tell me that all this didn't happen in Malfoy Manor, right? Maybe I was dreaming before."

But his Uncle Rhine ruthlessly broke his fantasy, "Oh, poor Lambert, maybe you really accidentally bumped into something like a table when you fainted, which messed up your memory. But I have to remind you, in order for you to return to London safely to get the family inheritance, I don't have even a single Galleon in my pocket to send you to the hospital to have your brain checked."

For the first time in Lambert's life, he heard such a righteous cry of poverty and such a mockery of the eighteen bends of the mountain road.

...Can't the way of speaking be simpler?

He tried to think about the current situation with his not-so-rich brain: he had the honor to attend the Christmas party at Malfoy Manor, but when he met Master Malfoy for the first time, he made him faint for no reason.

Given the protective nature of the Malfoy family, it was a miracle that he was still alive.

And there are even more memories in his mind that obviously belong to the other party. Don't ask him why he knows that the seven movies are not for nothing.

Now, then, there is a terrible hypothesis before him:

If, he meant, if he got a memory of Draco Malfoy, then... is it possible that the other party also got... his?

If this idea came true, Lambert counted on his fingers and nodded.

——I will become the first time-traveling party in history who cannot survive the first part of this magical movie.

The author has something to say:

To explain: The three Peverell brothers are the inventors of the Deathly Hallows.