[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Black flames surrounded the troll, like a huge cage.The flames of such a terrifying color have no temperature at all. It can be seen from the fact that the troll frantically smashed the wall of the flame with its mallet at this time—if the flame had temperature, it would have been taken together with it in its hand. The weapons were burnt to coke.

The light golden boy standing on the other side of the corridor was obviously not satisfied with the effect of just trapping it, because its huge body was blocking the intersection of the two corridors.The wand in his hand was still raised in that direction, and it could be seen from his furrowed brow that he was thinking about which spell to use to deal with this behemoth.

The flames that can only be used to siege obviously intensified its mania. If it weren't for the silent hammer hitting the flame wall, all the teachers in Hogwarts would be attracted here.

Seeing it raised the weapon in his hand again, Draco squinted his eyes, raised his wrist slightly, and swung his wand upward slightly. The troll was trying to hit the wall. empty -

Looking up, he found that his weapon was floating in mid-air.

Then, the wall of flames around him suddenly disappeared.

And its big mallet flew far away towards the corridor in front of it, and when it reached half the distance, it suddenly stopped and turned, and hit it in the direction of its own head with a 'bang'!

Immediately afterwards, there were several sounds of big hammers hitting the head, and Lambert felt his head hurt when he heard it.

Of course, the giant monster that was hammered hurt more than Lambert thought, because it was directly knocked out, and its body like a hill took two steps back, staggered and sat down, leaning against the wall behind it, no longer Moved.

Lambert has figured out the current timeline in this short period of time, and the release of the troll means that Professor Quirrell is trying to attack the Sorcerer's Stone.

It was also time for him to think about how to enter the restricted area on the fourth floor.The Philosopher's Stone was supposed to end up being destroyed, but he felt he needed it more than Dumbledore.

Maybe he did have to meet the headmaster once.

A light golden head appeared from the corridor on the left. The boy in the wizard robe still had his wand in his hand, and his pale face rarely showed any expression:

"Do you still have to ask me to invite the two of you to come over?"

The mocking expression was put away, but the words were still hard to hear.But Lambert has long been used to his appearance of not being able to speak well. He glanced at Harry next to him, stepped on the troll's calf lying across the corridor, jumped into the corridor on the left, and faced Draco. Show a smile:

"Thank you."

Compared with Draco's cool and straightforward rescue mode, Lambert admits that in terms of force, he is losing.

Harry had accused Draco just now, and now he was saved by the other party, so he glanced at Lambert and whispered a thank you to Draco.

Draco snorted coldly, and walked quickly in the direction of Slytherin without saying a word.

But they were still walking too slowly.

At the end of this corridor, a serious woman in a dark green wizard robe and a wizard hat appeared with a wand and came towards them.

"Damn it!" Draco didn't want to be in the limelight at this time, and obviously his wish would come to nothing now, because he saw Professor McGonagall behind him sharply, and Professor Snape was also walking quickly.

When she saw the three of them, Professor McGonagall had already quickened her pace. When she saw the huge creature lying at the end of the corridor, before she had time to approach, the voice came over:

"Oh! Merlin! How dare you?!"

The end of meeting the three Slytherins is to be trained in turn.The last Professor Quirrell who came over just took a look at the giant monster lying there and had to hold on to the wall next to him to relieve the irritation. Naturally, he couldn't expect a guy who couldn't speak clearly to teach people—— But the firepower of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape alone is enough for them, and even Professor Snape can beat three of them.

"Malfoy, Potter—and you, Mr. No Last Name, maybe I can figure out what makes you suddenly adventurous like a Gryffindor, it's your brains full of slugs Let you make a decision to challenge the troll?" After checking the current state of the troll, Professor Snape walked over here, walked around the three of them, and looked at them with a sullen face.

Harry, who has always had the weakest drug resistance, seemed to be in a hurry to say something, but Lambert preempted him: "My fault, Professor. I'm not feeling well today. I came out of the auditorium in the middle of dinner. Harry and Draco are Came out looking for me, I'm sorry, Professor."

"Given your great ideal of being friends with Gryffindor, I'm not surprised that you made the choice to challenge the troll—" Professor Snape twitched the corners of his mouth in a strange way, and looked back at Draco suddenly.

Lambert noticed a strange pattern, as soon as Harry followed the two of them, he was always easy to be ignored when he was being scolded.

"You are beyond my expectation, Malfoy. Maybe it's time for me to write a letter and ask Lucius what kind of changes in the education of a pure-blood family will suddenly occur in your generation. Filled with this spirit of overreaching and provoking powerful enemies?"

"No, Professor..." Draco finally realized that even if he was as quiet as a chicken, he couldn't escape this disaster, and tried to get his godfather to dispel the idea. Obviously, Professor Snape's decision would not be easily changed because of this.

Draco looked a little tired, he was thinking whether it was the news that he was beyond his control to challenge the troll that made his father more angry, or it was more troublesome to say at this time that he was more than enough to deal with the troll, which sounded arrogant fact?

After hesitating again and again, he chose to bow his head and be scolded.

Draco seemed to see a horrible future where his father might send him a Howler letter.

"I take back my previous evaluation of you, Malfoy. It seems that growing up did not improve your brain, but increased your excessive self-confidence. I am very puzzled. Didn't you get sorted into Gryffindor for your courage?" Even with Professor McGonagall right next to him, Professor Snape made no secret of his distaste for such recklessness.

"Even Gryffindor students are obediently staying in the tower right now." Professor McGonagall added sternly, looking at Snape's expression.

Lambert noticed that Draco's expression was getting worse. It was obvious that Professor Snape had poked him at the point of being Malfoy's heir, and he was sick and speechless at the terrible idea of ​​the other party.

More reckless than a Gryffindor, perhaps the greatest insult to an orthodox Slytherin.

"Listen, for you being so unruly, a week of labor education in the Hogwarts Prize Room - gentlemen, it's time for you to review the correct way for Slytherins to gain honor... Potter, you see Does it seem like there is some dissatisfaction? Because I didn't praise you for the great work of defeating the troll?"

Lambert quickly ripped off his robe, the green eyes under Harry's spectacles were originally a little annoyed - because he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior of coming out to help his friend, but fortunately he still understood the meaning of his little friend , held back, and said for a long time: "No, Professor."

-

Almost all the glory of Hogwarts since its establishment is listed in the showroom. The crystal cabinets display trophies, shields, medals and statues, as well as a list of Hogwarts male and female student presidents.But the thick dust on the closets and tables and chairs just shows that it has been a long time since students have received the kindness of cleaning the showroom.

Lambert and Harry each took a rag and were struggling with this great project. Lambert's ears were still smoking—because of the special effect of Madam Pomfrey's cold medicine.

As the oldest man, and also the hero who defeated the troll, Draco critically cast a cleaning spell on the stool, sitting in the only clean place in the audience like an overseer watching the two of them work hard, by the way Looking at the books I borrowed from the library.

Apparently, this old man doesn’t understand what it means to share difficulties. In fact, for him, being punished for labor education itself is a very shameful thing. He even refused the visit and friendly assistance of Crabbe and Gore. .

Harry saw his father's name near the Quidditch trophy, and threw down the rag a little excitedly, beckoning Lambert to watch.

"The power of blood is amazing, and you will become such an excellent Seeker, Harry." Lambert encouraged him, looking at most of the dust in front of him, it seemed that it would take a lifetime to wipe it. I can't finish it, and I even want to throw a magic spell to solve it.

After encouraging Harry, Lambert looked back at the young master who wasted his time, and asked with a smile: "Draco, do you think there is any magic on our rag?"

"What do you want to say?" Draco stared at his book without looking up.

"I want to say, guess what, would Professor Snape know the fact that you sat here motionless all night?"

Draco sneered, and replied in a protracted tone, "Don't worry, boy, as long as you don't report to the professor for revenge, no one will know who cleaned this place—"

Having said that, he still took out his wand and used a detection magic on the clean rag in front of him.

A few seconds later, seeing Draco's frozen expression, Lambert cheerfully made a gesture of invitation to the other dirty cabinets: "Let's do it, Master Malfoy."

Harry couldn't help laughing, Draco glared at the two of them fiercely, and said in a bad tone: "Next time, don't think that I will accompany you two to seek death!"

Who cares about your next time, I will be very happy to drag you into the water this time.Lambert thought so happily.

-

Ten p.m.

It was very close to the curfew time at Hogwarts. After listening to Filch's distaste for the fruits of their labor, Lambert walked alone to the door of the headmaster's office on the eighth floor based on his memory of looking at the map.

There is a door behind the two stone statues, and you need to say the correct password to enter.

Before he had time to worry about the password, the door opened automatically, and Dumbledore in a nightgown stood at the door, looking at him kindly:

"I'm still thinking about when you'll come to me, kid."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: Ah, it's nice to think that Draco was fined too.

Harry: +1!

Ron: +2!

Gryffindor: +10086!

Draco: ...And you are not undercover agents sent by Gryffindor? ?