[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

As soon as he heard Draco's question, Lambert knew he was going to die.

Of course he would know Hogwarts better than Draco - because Harry Potter was not for nothing.

[Harry Potter? ] Draco repeated the answer he saw in his heart, he didn't quite understand the sentence.But his intuition told him that this was the key to his doubts about Lambert before.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and Lambert really wanted to turn his back to him and think about the problem again. After thinking about it, he decided to change the subject: "I plan to use these two things to visit Hogwarts at night, do you want to come together?" Marauder's map.

"You know everything about me, but I don't know much about you, boy, I don't make unfair deals." After Draco glanced at the map in Lambert's hand, he still looked back at his Green eyes.

Hearing his words, Lambert almost laughed.

"Unfair deal? With the little secret that I inherited Peverell, you traded our family's very important library—don't tell me you don't know their value."

Draco raised the corners of his lips and lifted his chin slightly, which made his jaw line more obvious: "I think you have to be clear about one thing. Lambert, I didn't point my wand at your head and force you to do this .”

"As for wandering in the corridor in the middle of the night, I don't have the leisure to challenge the school rules... Or did you find something?"

"I heard from my cat that there is an interesting magic mirror there, which allows people to see what they want most in their hearts. I just want to see it." The black-haired boy must work very hard to let only that The magic mirror, not something like the Philosopher's Stone that would definitely arouse Draco's interest.

Draco stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked back to his side.

Sure enough, I have no interest in such things that have no practical value.

As for what Lambert was concealing, the light in his eyes flashed—he believed that he would figure it out sooner or later with regard to the Legilimency state between the two of them who couldn't hide the secret.

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With a big cat on his shoulders and an ancestor hanging around his neck, Lambert took his old and weak cats to brush the Mirror of Erised. Fortunately, this thing has no attack power.

The world of Lucky EX means that even if he doesn't have this Marauder's Map, he can follow the guidance of Big Meow to the room with the mirror in a safe and smooth way. will not encounter.

Knowing how much Dumbledore attached to the magic mirror, he didn't intend to take off his invisibility cloak from the beginning to the end, and planned to take a look and leave.Of course, it would be nice if you can find an on-demand room.

Near the Hogwarts library, there is an abandoned classroom.

There are many gray desks and chairs scattered around the classroom. The light in the classroom is very dark. These desks and chairs piled up in the corners are like clusters of fuzzy shadows hidden in the darkness. Those who are less timid may be at this moment. I was too scared to move.

Lambert regretted it almost as soon as he walked in. The dark shadows around him always made him feel like he was walking in front of a huge mouth, ready to be swallowed at any moment.

But in the middle of the room, there was a mirror with a golden frame as high as the ceiling. The gorgeous manufacturing process made him take a few steps closer to see if the frame could be cut off and taken away.This idea successfully helped him fade away from the subtle layer of fear in his heart.

The big mew, who was already very peaceful on his shoulders, couldn't help but move his limbs. He seemed to be addicted to the world created by the mirror, wishing to be glued to the mirror forever and act like a cat.

Lambert glanced distractedly at the picture in the mirror. First, he saw in the mirror the gold Galleons piled almost to the top behind him. The brilliant light almost hurt his eyes, and made him realize once again the fullness of ideals and bones. How huge is the reality gap.

But he was soon hit even harder——

Standing in front of the mirror, he was wearing a gorgeous dress, which made the facial features more delicate. Under the soft black hair, a pair of big green eyes were like a calm lake.

But no matter what, he couldn't laugh at the inner thoughts of himself sitting on huge wealth and wearing expensive clothes.

Because, that dress is a fucking skirt! !

one!strip!present!Clothes!skirt!

There was no fluctuation in his heart, because his little heart had been shattered into pieces.

What was the magic mirror trying to tell him?

——Lambert, male gender, there is actually a bitch living in this person's heart.

Hidden in his heart is the desire to wear a beautiful little dress that he doesn't even know?

Mirror mirror tell me, who is the most beautiful man in this world?

... Lambert's heart was simply fucked up.

The huge blow he received from the Mirror of Erised made him in a trance of prosperity for a while, and he just wanted to leave this place. As for continuing to visit Hogwarts at night, go to hell.

Battered to pieces by the terrible desire buried deep in his heart, Lambert returned to the dormitory early and fell asleep.

He wanted to find a psychiatrist for himself-because even Ig fell into a deathly silence after listening to the scene he described.

Even the 300-year-old ancestor with good quality can't cure this problem. He is a proper pill.

In the days that followed, neither he nor Harry could find evidence to tell Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore that there was no progress in the observation of Professor Quirrell.So Lambert, who was devastated by life, was so decadent that he didn't even have any interest in mocking Draco, and went back.

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Because he had the first owner in history who refused to take a second look after watching the Mirror of Erised, Big Meow spent the rest of the day teasing Crookshanks peacefully, facing the mirror in front of Lambert. I kept silent about the existence of him until the eve of Halloween.

After entering October, the weather gradually cooled down. When Lambert was debating whether to use a warming spell on himself in advance, the sudden cold helped him make a choice.

Early in the morning, when he was able to feast on the Hogwarts Halloween feast, he woke up to find that his nose was a little stuffed, his voice was nasal, and he had diarrhea.

After he came back from the toilet for the fifth time during self-study with Harry, Harry watched him pour hot water for himself, and asked in a worried whisper, "Lambert, are you okay? Do you want to go to Ponte?" Where can Mrs. Frey take a look?"

Lambert put down the water glass, took out a tissue and wiped his nose hard, and replied in a more nasal voice: "No, I will never persuade myself to drink those... I don't know if there are any strange materials thrown into the liquid. "

After he finished speaking, he looked enviously at Harry, whose clothes were much thinner than his own, and he had recently become Slytherin's substitute Seeker—this was all because Harry was in the first year and didn't own a broom , and everyone knows that by the second grade, Harry is definitely an official member of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Lambert firmly believed that Harry did not catch a cold on such days because he participated in Quidditch training and exercised every day.

So the hard-talking Lambert was like a dehydrated bean sprouts at the dinner time when he could eat and drink.

The Hogwarts auditorium was also dressed up for Halloween today. Black bats flapped their wings on the dome and walls, and countless dark clouds hung over the long table, making the candles in the jack-o-lanterns flickering.

Lambert put down the tableware with a pale face before taking two bites, got up and walked out.

Harry also couldn't help slowing down his movements, and looked towards the door of the auditorium frequently. He decided to drag Lambert to Madam Pomfrey's place after the dinner, regardless of whether Lambert agreed or not.

Because Lambert looked like he could faint at any moment.

Before he waited to return to Lambert, the door of the auditorium was suddenly knocked open by Quirrell, his long and smelly purple turban was crooked, and his face was full of horror:

"Troll! Someone set the troll out!"

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Lambert: Why does a lucky EX always suffer from malice from all sides, and now even the mirror gives me so much malice?

Friends, come and guess why he saw this scene 23333