[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Never in his two lifetimes had Lambert encountered such a serious problem—

"No, I'm definitely not going to that damn house!"

The child who was not as tall as a man's chest stared at the pair of beautiful green eyes, slightly tiptoed to try to make his image not so short, hoping that the other party could hear his protest.

Obviously, he failed.

Rhinesea's blue eyes focused on the cup of hot cocoa on the table, as if a chocolate frog would jump out of it in the next moment.

"Boy, it seems that I have to teach you one thing. The prerequisite for becoming a gentleman is that you have to learn to be responsible for what you say." He shrugged and glanced around Lambert's face, Turn around and walk to the chair in the corner of the small room, where there is a suitcase on it.

Anyway, the guy looking for a house is not me!I don't take this blame!

Lambert curled his lips indifferently behind him, and made up his mind to extinguish the other party's thoughts about "deep mountains and old forests cruelly abandoning underage children" in his mind today.

Just a dream about a house of horrors?What kind of family inheritance is involved?

—Sorry, next one.

The man squatted in front of the chair facing the battered suitcase, and Lambert poked his head out behind him to observe.The leather at the corners of the suitcase has some severe wear marks, and even the metal parts are exposed, which is very historical at first glance.

Lambert reached out and touched his chin. Usually such an old thing is still carried around, which means it has special meaning to the owner.

Rhine had no intention of avoiding him, so he pulled out his wand from his waist and tapped on the two metal buckles of the box. In the next second, one of the buckles popped open with a 'click'.

"It seems that today is really not my lucky day." Rhine pressed the remaining button with his left hand with some regret.Almost at the same moment, the closed upper part of the suitcase was pushed open, revealing a black round head with a flat beak.

"A duck?" The corners of Lambert's eyes twitched, watching Rhine swiftly pressing the black head back into the box, he suddenly didn't quite understand the style of a man who kept a pet in his suitcase.

My uncle has a girlish heart?

...Hey, this idea is kind of scary.

Rhine didn't care about the boy's imagination, put the box on the ground, stood up straight again, and stepped in very naturally.

Wait, stepped in?Stepped into a box?Forget that suitcase, it's still a baby!

Fortunately, Uncle didn't see Lambert swallowing an egg raw with his mouth open, otherwise he would sell a few silver eggshells hatched by birds and snakes, and after getting the money, he would force him to go to Saint-Germans to check his brain .

The boy, who still couldn't adapt to the weird painting style of the magical world in a short time, sighed deeply, picked up his broken three views, and mustered up the courage to walk towards the box.

If after seeing the studio of the small house in the box, Lambert still wants to struggle once, then after visiting the vast forest and the vast desert with no end in sight and hidden dangers, Lambert's There are only four characters of "life without love" left on his face.

He was pretty sure that his guesses about the dangers of the house in his dream were no match for a poison horned beast, oh no, the house was not even as dangerous as an angry Bowtruckle.

He rested his chin and watched the black duck roll in front of him like a dung beetle, trying to push the big shiny golden Galleon into its shiny golden palace. Lambert tried hard to restrain himself from thinking. The desire to rob a duck—especially when he knew he didn't have a single Nat's deposit in the family vault.

What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods?

--poverty!

"Uncle Rhine, you are clearly rich enough to own a treasury of your own." Lambert lay weakly on the boulder in front of him, even if he was dazzled by the light reflected by Jin Gallon, he still refused to take his eyes off .

A smiling answer floated out of the studio: "Trust me, little boy, you don't want to compete with a sniffing treasure-hunting skill."

Oh, isn't it just after robbing it, will it come to rob me again?

As long as he can afford to live in London, please make this kind of mutual harm more violent!Thinking of being able to rob such a rich duck, he secretly became excited!

After not hearing Lambert's answer for a long time, Rhine used his hair to figure out what he was thinking: "Hey, hey, kid, the ancient history of the Peverell family is no less than that of other pure-blood families in the wizarding world. Don't you This precious opportunity should be passed up."

"You know, your father has regretted not being recognized by the family all his life, and he doesn't want the same thing to happen to you."

Yet Lambert's emphasis is on the word 'ancient'.

"History is no less than that of other pure-blood families, such as Malfoy?" He sat up straight, turned his head to look in the direction of the studio, the color of his eyes under the soft black hair became darker with excitement, like emeralds gem.

"Of course." Rhine replied without thinking.

"So, wealth is no less than Malfoy?"

Hearing this question, the man took a breath, and the slightly curly brown hair on his forehead was blown up and then fell again. He showed a standard smile, and didn't care if the other party saw it:

"Rich imagination."

"If the accident at the Malfoy family banquet hadn't happened, maybe you could try to become friends with Master Malfoy, and maybe he would share with you the story about how many generations it takes for a pure-blood family to accumulate an incomparable wealth .”

The boy rolled his eyes towards the air, and his voice returned to lifeless procrastination: "Oh, come on, Malfoy won't be friends with a poor man like me."

Rhine really laughed out loud this time, so that the knife he was cutting Bai Xian accidentally missed, leaving a sharp scratch on the workbench. He glanced at the workbench indifferently, and then he continued: "Glad you've finally come to terms with yourself, kid."

"Believe me, Uncle Rhine, being nice to me won't put a curse on you the next second." Lambert rested his chin on his hands in depression, watched the scene of the black duck pushing money again, and said to the man who was working. said viciously.

Then he distinctly heard snickers coming from the studio.

"So, now I need to give you a compliment for knowing about the existence of the jinx?"

The other party doesn't want to talk to you, and throws ten thousand grass mud horses at you.

Lambert was in the same mood.

After preparing the fresh potion, Rhine habitually took out a towel and wiped his hands, even if the juice didn't splash at all, and even carefully checked his cuffs for any traces.

He walked towards the pile of gold that Xixiu was in, wanting to see what that whimsical little boy was doing at the moment... until he saw a face that looked like he had drunk fake wine.

Rhine pressed his temple with his index finger, and said helplessly:

"Let me guess, what new tricks have you come up with? Huh?"

Quickly clearing up the intoxicated expression on his face, Lambert glanced at him and spread his hands in compromise: "I just imagined a bright future with the surname Peverell, uncle."

Rhine couldn't believe it, what happened when he prepared the white fresh solution at the end?

He couldn't help but look at Xixiu, who was sleeping soundly on the Jinshan Mountain, trying to find out if there was a lot missing on the edge of Jinshan Mountain.

—soon he gave up the idea, because he had never counted the property for the Niffler.

"Well, I hope it's as you said." He held out his hand to the boy, "I wish you success."

The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows, shook them, and said in a cheerful tone, "Thank you."

In fact, Lambert had just imagined his own future of making a fortune.

And the key point of this future lies in the protagonist of the story.

Let's imagine this: After obtaining Peverell's approval and the right to inherit the old house, he approached the little local tycoon Potter and told the great savior that he is the real heir! (Anyway, he will have an invisibility cloak in the future) and find him a better choice than staying at the house of his uncle and aunt!

This help is not worth a few dollars... half a treasury is enough.

Lambert, immersed in beautiful fantasies, feels that his future is simply beautiful, and he has no guilt of cheating a real minor.

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Draco, who was flipping through the history in the library area at home, suddenly sneezed without warning, stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, he didn't know that his family's vault had just been missed.

The short light-blond hair is combed back meticulously, and the silver-gray eyes are quickly scanning the contents of the book. The heavy books spread out on the table seem to be about the same height as him, and the contents... just look at his frowning. I know that any author who compiles hearsay into a brick book is racking his brains to trick readers.

After flipping through this part of the chapters boredly, he looked up at the farthest bookcase. Behind it was the forbidden book area of ​​Malfoy's house, which he couldn't set foot in at his current age.

If he can still find the legends about Peverell and the wizarding world in the current area, then only the Restricted Book Area can give him the answer to the secret of his soul returning to the age of ten.

While thinking about how to enter the restricted area, he turned the pages of the book at hand——

...the legend of the werewolf...the story of the founder of Hogwarts...the secret of the invisibility cloak...

and many more.

The secret of the invisibility cloak?

The pages of the old book that were spread out were covered with black paint, and there were no gaps in the entire two pages of darkness.

In the middle is written in white letters:

[Legend, only the descendants of the Peverell family can find the secret of the invisibility cloak from the darkness. 】

Draco Malfoy: ...

He wanted to know who the author was, and if that person was still alive, he wouldn't mind throwing an 'Avada Kedavra' to send him back to Merlin's arms.

The author has something to say:

Draco: ...? ? ? ? ?The labor and management pants are all off, so you let me see this? ? ?