[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

With an angry face, Lambert kicked away the paw of the three-headed dog blocking the trapdoor, grabbed the back of the big cat's neck, opened the trapdoor and threw it down.

The expected cry was not heard, and the weight on his hands did not decrease in the slightest.

Lambert stared blankly at the white cat wrapped around his sleeve, and mouthed two words: let go.

Big Meow opened his mouth like a yawn, or a big laugh, and gave a light and soft 'meow', as if trying to flatter him.

"I hate it, don't~"

Lambert smiled now, with a standard smile showing eight teeth, and nodded, looking at the way it hugged his hand and would rather die than give up and shake it off.

Then he jumped himself into the darkness under the trapdoor.

Big Meow: ... My master was so angry that I took me to jump off the building, what should I do?Waiting online, urgently.

It landed on a pool of wet, cold, soft and even sticky things. If it wasn't for knowing what these things were, Lambert's face would have turned darker.

Of course, even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but froze.

At the moment when he was stiff, vines stretched out from all directions, scrambling to wrap around him.The hands and feet are the first to lose their freedom, and they are places that are not covered by cloth. The damp and cold vines are wrapped around the body like snakes crawling on the body.

The big cat let go of the paw that was holding him as early as the first time, and ran in all directions to escape for his life. Although Lambert didn't see it that way, he could tell from its various screams that it was desperate How tortuous the road to the end of the world is.

"What the hell are these? Lanxi, help me, ah, no, Papa Lambert, I made a mistake, help me! Ahhh!"

"I'm going to die! I'm really going to die! How can you bear to let me, who loves you so much, be tortured like this!"

"Isn't it okay that you are my ancestor? I swear that I will give you a huh after I get out..."

From time to time, various cat meows came from all directions, and the content was nothing more than that.In the last sentence, I don’t know which devil vine disliked it because it was too noisy, so it blocked its mouth, well done.

Lambert, who was distracted to listen to what the cat was yelling, unconsciously relaxed for a moment, and then felt that the bottom was empty, and the whole person fell freely to the ground.

Getting up and looking at the piece of the sky, he took a deep breath, took out his wand from a wand holder inside the cloak, and said a spell towards the top - suddenly a bright light rose in the entire dark space. The fireworks are as dazzling as flash bombs.

Something fell from above and hit him limply on the top of his head. He reached out and touched the soft fur, and caught the limp guy in front of his eyes. Big Miao half-opened his black eyes, just like a dead cat up.

It seems that it has not yet realized the situation of its own rescue. It stared blankly at the face that was involuntarily softened by lowering its head at this moment, thinking nonchalantly: Whose beautiful lady is this?

Thinking of this, it stretched out its front paws and patted the big steamed bun it saw, it was so soft.

"If you touch my chest like this again, I'll beat you to death, believe it or not?" The voice of gnashing teeth came from above its head, it looked up, met a pair of angry eyes, and immediately woke up up.

Tremblingly retracting its front paws, it tilted its head, blinked its big black eyes, and softly 'meowed' at Lambert, "I'm so cute, are you willing to hit me?"

If it was a real little girl who was facing it at this moment, perhaps her heart would have been lovable long ago.

It's a pity - its owner is a pure man with a normal appearance and accidentally changed his personality.

"Do you want me to teach you how to transform me back? Well?" Lambert dragged it with one hand, pointed the tip of his wand in the other hand at its head, and looked at it with a half-smile.

Because the hand holding the wand was still holding the Marauder's Map, but the little finger accidentally let go, and the neatly folded map slipped from the fingertips. Lambert had to squat down to pick it up.

By the way, I opened it to see where I was and where the Hogwarts professors were.

Suddenly seeing the 'Lambert (Lambert)' that appeared on the above about his positioning name changed to 'Lancy (Lancy)' at some point, he was stunned.

Before he could think clearly, he felt that his eyesight was gradually descending, and his arms were gradually getting smaller. He looked down at the Slytherin wizard robe on his body, and Yimapingchuan's chest, and then looked back at the map again.

The ink on the fourth floor where 'Lancy (Lancy)' was originally marked changed slowly and changed back to 'Lambert (Lambert)'.

What does this mean?He has two identities?Or does it mean that even these retrieved items will automatically change his identity after he changes his clothes?

Da Miao looked at him holding the map for a long time without speaking, his front paws were pulling on his left hand in a horizontal bar posture, and finally exhausted his strength and fell back to the ground.

It's so sad, when they run out of it, they just ignore it like a broken rag.

Cold-blooded and ruthless!

He didn't have time to figure out the problem for a while, so he turned around and looked ahead, and said while walking in the direction of the front: "Ige, what should I do next?"

Da Miao followed him step by step like a wronged little daughter-in-law, feeling that every step he took was the sound of another crack in his heart, and finally cracked and shattered on the ground.

"Albus gave me a default identity. In the next level, you can take another path directly to the place where the Mirror of Erised is. My child, have you seen the middle stone statue on the right wall?" The pocket watch on his chest He made a familiar old man's voice. I have to say that his ancestors pretended to be deadly in most cases. If Lambert didn't think of asking him, he would really stay silent from morning to night. talk.

"Hmm, and then?" Lambert stood by the stone statue. After living in Hogwarts for several months, he fully understood that there are so many institutions in this school, and sometimes there are secrets hidden everywhere. .

Yige read a password, and the stone statue turned silently, revealing another opening.

Before Lambert was still thinking about how these professors came here when they regularly inspected the institutions. If there is another way, it would make sense.

After walking for about a minute in the long stone-brick corridor, he came to the room with the magic mirror.

The surrounding candles illuminated the room brightly, and when he stood in front of the mirror, he saw the picture he saw last time again.

Big Meow noticed that Lambert's face was smelly again.

"Ig, I still can't get it—" Lambert looked down at his pocket watch, sighed, and said something to his ancestors.

There was a hearty laugh from the pocket watch, and Iger seemed to have figured it out a long time ago. He asked Lambert to open the cover of the pocket watch.

kindness?Don't make trouble, old ancestor, do you want to look in the mirror too?

But when he heard Yige's confident voice, he could only treat him like a living horse doctor, opened the cover of the pocket watch, and within a while, Yige replied: "It's done, son, you can go back. I'm afraid you will be back at Christmas." I have to go back to the old house, after all, you may want to see the effect of this thing earlier."

That's it? ? ?Lambert pursed his lips, and replied after a while: "Okay."

Getting the Philosopher's Stone too quickly is like a tornado, and it's almost unprepared.

Crossing the corridor again, Lambert asked, "Perhaps you can tell me about Mr. Dumbledore's offer to borrow the Philosopher's Stone?"

Lambert felt that although he had no money, Dumbledore would never let him exchange money for the right to use this.

"Oh, it's a long story, kid, if you don't mind, I can tell you about it in detail when we get back to the old house—don't worry, it's not too embarrassing."

Iger's answer made Lambert even more worried, but after thinking about it, anyway, returning to the old house after Christmas can be regarded as a breakthrough in his way of making money, and the most troublesome thing this semester has been solved, and his heart is relieved again tone.

"Okay." Lambert answered him.

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Until Christmas came, Lambert finally spent a period of carefree time, and even made an appointment with Hermione's library self-study time.

For a while, the love scene went smoothly, and the road to wealth was on the right track afterwards. Lambert was in such a comfortable mood that even if he was bullied by the Gryffindor first-years, especially Weasley, he still felt in a good mood.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" In the Potions class, Ron was reminded by Lambert that the grams of the ingredients just weighed were wrong. He suspected that the other party deliberately misled him. Looking at this Slytherin, his face was full of disbelief.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine today." If it wasn't for the serious atmosphere of the Potions class, Lambert would even want to hum a little song.

Ron glared at him with a flushed face, and said angrily, "I don't care about you! Are you out of your mind?"

When Harry heard him flirting with Ron, he was struggling with the daisy root he was holding with a knife, and looked up weakly to remind Lambert: "I said, our cauldron is not on the table next to it, If I remember correctly it should be stirred now?"

"Don't worry, it's still five seconds away." Lambert grinned and snorted his head, Harry dodged for a while, and the daisy root in his hand almost flew out.

Professor Snape saw this scene and warned them that Lambert had to restrain himself and concentrate on making potions.

Blaise was doing miscellaneous work all the time. At this moment, he and Draco's potion had reached the last moment, and he looked at the opposite scene with a lot of space. He elbowed Draco but was dodged by the other party in time:

"Don't you think your ex-roommate is crazy? He dated a Ravenclaw mudblood recently, and now he's hanging out with those Gryffindors?"

Draco stared at the cauldron without looking up, and replied lazily after hearing his words:

"If you're free, Blaise, just take your eyes off the nonsense and stare at this cauldron, if it's because of the heat and I miss the 'O', I promise you next class You can be with the lunatic you mentioned, and observe his life up close." As he spoke, he opened the senior potions textbook in his hand, turned to the part he marked yesterday, and began to look back.

Blaise is dazed and innocent: ...? ? ?

I feel that my nature of gossip is suppressed, it’s hard to bear _(:з」∠)_

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Blaise: Oh my god, I'm so wronged!I am obviously concerned about your future love life!

Draco: ...Oh. 【Indifference.jpg

Lambert: Same as above.

Harry: I think the cp of this article will be changed.

Hermione: Am I not the heroine?Why do I only exist in conversation? ? ?