[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The story about Christmas gifts finally ends with Big Meow.

According to a white ragdoll cat who claims to be a red scarf, one night when it was routinely carrying a cake from the kitchen, it passed the rest area of ​​the cellar in Slytherin. Look, I found that the big Slytherin tyrant frowned slightly:

"Chestnut-flavored? Just barely."

There is no embarrassment at all for robbing a classmate of supper.

Big Meow squatted on the spot, raised his head, and stared at him with big black eyes.

Draco didn't care if it could understand his own words or not, he nestled into the soft back of the armchair, held the cake in his left hand, and the book he was holding in his right hand was spread out on the page he saw just now, and put it beside him on the small table.

"If you want me to say, should you remind your master who has amnesia, he seems to owe me something?"

With a vague smile in his lazy tone, Da Miao tilted his head, as if thinking, then stood up from where he was, and walked towards the boys' dormitory without looking back.

It seemed that he really understood what he said, and planned to report to Lambert.

"Merlin's socks—isn't the cat he raised an ordinary cat?" Blaise teased the beautiful young lady in Slytherin, and when he heard Draco speak, he happened to look back at this scene. Meow's comprehension was very shocking.

He always felt that this Peverell's heir was very difficult. Judging from his performance since the beginning of the year, except for the childish retort when he was with Draco, the man's wrist and sense of handling things at other times , more like an adult.

——Thinking of this, Blaise couldn't help but glanced at Draco again. The heir to the Malfoy family is not that simple. Judging from his performance and the characteristics of the Malfoy family, Blaise always felt that something was wrong. .

This is why he still insists that the relationship between the two is not ordinary.

The dark-skinned boy frowned, and was pulled back from his thoughts by a sentence from the senior senior next to him, and smiled at him, his eyes became more profound, making the Slytherin girl follow suit laugh it out.

After a few minutes.

A certain white cat reappeared in the Slytherin resting area with a dark green handkerchief in its mouth. In front of Draco's pair of shiny leather shoes, it used its front paws to pull the handkerchief away from its own saliva, and then opened the The clean greeting card was pushed forward.

Draco looked down, picked up the greeting card with some disgust, and looked at it for a long time in the dim light of the Slytherin cellar, to make sure that there was no such thing as the cat's saliva on it, Only then slowly opened it.

The above is a simple line:

"Merry Christmas!"

Signed: Lambert Peverell

It was rare for Draco to show a complex expression that could not be explained in words. He stared blankly at the line of words for a long time. Big Meow squatting in front of him: "Is this a gift from him?"

The white Ragdoll cat looks very cute. Recently, as long as it appears in the cellar of Slytherin, it can be fed by many girls, so that its size is bigger than before.

Hearing Draco's question, it meowed softly, and even flicked its tail in violation of the laws of race, its slightly long white hair swept across the ground.

Draco raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, and replied with an exaggerated exclamation: "Oh, this is really the cheapest Christmas present I have ever received, but maybe I should be honored to receive the autograph of Peverell's current heir ?”

Big Meow: ...This sentence is a bit long, what does it mean?

Glancing at the light-blond Slytherin with some confusion, it stood up pretending to be calm, and then retreated, and turned back to Lambert's dormitory. true inner emotions.

Fortunately, there were not many girls in the lounge at the moment, and none of the boys present would stare at a cat's ass boredly.

The evening self-study time is over, and the Slytherin students return to the cellar one after another. Lambert and Harry come in through the cellar door. Harry is talking to him about the next college Quidditch match, trying to wake up the man in Lambert The sleeping soul of sports.

It's a pity that Lambert's awakened competitive spirit was punched back into the abyss of consciousness by his will to survive all the time - he raised his hand and yawned, unwilling to hide it in a perfunctory tone:

"If I'm really free then, I'll go..."

When passing by Draco's side, he actually felt his glance again. Unlike before, Lambert read the contempt in his eyes.

——He admitted that it was embarrassing to forget to return the gift after receiving it at Christmas, but it shouldn't be despised, right? ?

He stopped with an inexplicable expression, and when he was about to say something, a Christmas card with a familiar pattern on the pages of the open book on the small table within sight caught his attention:

Taking two steps forward in doubt, he picked up the greeting card, turned to him and asked, "Why do you have this?"

Hearing Lambert's question, Draco had just eaten half of the plate of chestnut sandwich cake in Draco's hands, lightly inserted the fork into the soft cake surface, raised his eyelids lazily to look at him, and asked with a sneer: "Why?" , now you even want to take back this card?"

What is this all about?Lambert was blamed inexplicably.

But he was too lazy to care so much, a greeting card is not impossible to send, he put the card back on the other party's book, and went down the slope to add shamelessly: "Then, the late Christmas present—— Plus this supper you're eating."

He had long since discovered that the cake in Draco's hand was his supper, because Crabbe and Goyle were left at Professor Snape's to do their potion homework today, and this was the only Slytherin who would go to the kitchen all day. Just two people and a cat.

It is estimated that this shameless guy also snatched it from Big Meow.

——It has to be said that although Lambert did not witness the process, his grasp of the direction of the whole plot is completely correct.

Draco knew what was going on from the expression on his face when he picked up the greeting card. Only he could understand that Malfoy's heir was given to a donkey by a cat.

However, Lambert's stinginess surprised him even more.

Draco and he looked at each other, each thinking that the other was the most brazen person they had ever met.

Before their Christmas gift turmoil could be resolved, Harry, who was accosted by a classmate next to him just now, came over and recollected the feeling of talking with him from Quidditch to Slytherin traditions and then to Slytherin legends. With a mysterious expression on his face, he asked the two of them:

"Have you ever heard of it?—the Slytherin legend about the Chamber of Secrets."

As soon as the words fell, he thought it would take a while before Lambert and Draco, who were staring at each other, stopped their boring behavior, but they turned their heads to look at him at the same time for the first time:

"What did you say?"

"Say it again?"

Harry jumped, taken aback by the strange understanding between the two of them.But they don't care that much, especially Draco. Crabbe and Goyle should be the first to know and tell him about all kinds of gossip inside Slytherin. When will the savior get the news? He is faster?

"I mean, I heard a story about the founder of Slytherin tonight, are you interested in hearing it?" The black-haired boy thought of this, although his intuition felt a little strange, but he was still very happy to talk to his Friends to share.

Draco thought of the legend and the story of his second-year life in his previous life, and after hearing Harry tell the story of the Chamber of Secrets in the atmosphere of a traditional ghost story in a few words, he sneered:

"This matter has been circulated for so long, and no one has seen the secret room. What is there to say?"

He was still reviewing it in his mind just now, and he was sure that the Dark Lord, who was still dying, still had the power to deter his family at this time, and it was impossible for his father to let go of the diary at this time.

Although he seemed a little nervous, he still listened to the legend earnestly and tirelessly, making sure that Harry's story was the most common and boring version before retracting his thoughts.

"What are you guys talking about? The legend of the Chamber of Secrets? I've heard this before." After parting ways with Miss Slytherin, Blaise leaned over to join the conversation.

Pansy and Daphne also just came back from the study room. Recently, because the high-end clothing of the Lambert family made them lose interest in the uninspiring costumes of the Wizard Weekly, they had to go to the study room. Because of this, they and Lan Bert's relationship improved a lot in an instant.

So the two girls also took advantage of the opportunity to sit around them.

Lambert thought for a long time, and after listening to Harry's words, he asked a question that seemed strange to others: "Who told you?"

Harry gave the name of a first-year Slytherin boy, and was puzzled by the overly serious expression on Lambert's face at that moment—why would he show such an expression on a legend?

Well, I've heard of this boy's name, but I'm not familiar with it at all.

Lambert thought for a while, and asked again: "Is this legend popular recently? Or is it a tradition that Slytherin has in every session?" His eyes swept around the people around him, acting like A freshman who knows nothing about his own academy.

However, the people around him seemed to be academic masters who only had their eyes on learning. Even Bryce said that he was not very clear about this matter, and suggested that he ask the seniors in Slytherin.

Harry looked at this direction a little strangely, and asked in puzzlement:

"Hey, isn't this just a story? Why are you acting like the Chamber of Secrets has been opened?"

Lambert raised his hand and rubbed his face to make his expression not look so strange at this time - but he couldn't help himself looking at Harry:

With strange sympathy and pity.

What should he say?There is a law in this world called, wherever the protagonist goes, the plot will follow.

When Harry threw out this question, he seemed to see Harry sticking a straight flag into the ground with one hand.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: The plot full of flags is not easy to read at first glance. Why did Quirrell release the secret room for me before he solved it!

Author: Congratulations to the hero's hp dungeon for entering epic difficulty!

Lambert: ...