[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

next morning.

The juniors on the Slytherin long table have suddenly become very enthusiastic about the legend of Slytherin recently. They talked about various gossip about Salazar Slytherin for a while, and began to talk about the long history of Slytherin for a while. Stories of various prominent figures in history.

The discussion was so heated that some seniors who knew more about the story couldn't help joining the topic.

Blaise had a general understanding of these traditions when he was dating various types of young ladies, but he didn't have much interest in participating at the moment.

Lambert on the opposite side poked a sandwich with a fork and was slowly biting, looking at the door from time to time, thinking that if Harry didn't come back within 5 minutes, he would bring him a breakfast later.

Draco has the habit of reading the newspaper every morning, and Pansy and Daphne have also gotten used to not talking to him at breakfast over time. They will sit next to Blaise during breakfast, and talk to Lambert about the wizarding world by the way. A general aesthetic of clothing is discussed.

Due to the success of Miracle's Christmas event promotion, many wealthy wizards in the magic world have bought the [Papilio Lost] set launched by Lambert. The styles in several colors are always sold out but orders are accepted.

"I will launch a New Year's suit this week, and I will stop taking orders for Christmas event suits as of tonight." When chatting with them about this, Lambert casually explained his plans.

It's only a day or two before the New Year, and he has to go back tonight to think about which New Year's suits are better with Big Miao.

Recently, small parts with magic resistance that are drawn out daily have been put on the store shelves one after another, as daily trinkets in the store, no orders are accepted, and whoever buys it counts—this has caused many witches recently Thinking about whether it is necessary to go to Diagon Alley from time to time.

Pansy expressed a little displeasure at not being able to order these trinkets, as the last pair of prank-proof earrings she had heard about from Lambert had been snapped up before she even had time to figure out what they were Style, has been very brooding.

While they were discussing these issues, Draco put down the newspaper and asked Blaise with a contemptuous expression: "Can't the Ministry of Magic have other jobs besides searching houses for prohibited magic items?"

Blaise's mother's new husband was a member of the Ministry of Magic, of which he obviously knew more than the average person.

However, Blaise just shrugged his shoulders, expressing that he has no interest in his unknown stepfather and his work, and replied with a smile: "If they don't always find something for themselves to make a living in the magic world sense, it would appear that they are paid for nothing and very incompetent.”

Speaking of this, he thought of something again, looked back at Lambert, smiled and joked: "The registration location of the Peverell family appeared at this time, maybe they will set the first stop of the search there .”

Lambert kept thinking for a long time with a confused expression, and asked tentatively: "If I'm not here, can they go in and search directly?"

This is terrifying.

Pansy and Daphne were amused by his frightened expression, "Merlin's beard, why didn't I find you so cute before?"

...Oh, if you say it wrong, you are wrong, why do you praise me for being cute?

Daphne with long golden curly hair brushed her long hair back, and asked curiously, "Where is Peverell's house? Even the Daily Prophet couldn't dig up this news, the Ministry of Magic I haven’t made any specific announcements, I’m really curious, even if I can give you a rough location—except Brook Canyon, this area is really too big.”

Lambert thought for a while and narrowed the scope: "Wiltshire."

The Slytherins who heard the answer couldn't help but cast their eyes on Draco.

Lambert looked around in a daze, "What do you see him doing?" Wasn't he asking about my family?

"The whole wizarding world knows that Malfoy Manor is in Wiltshire!" Even the IQs of Crabbe and Goyle went online urgently.

"So you are so close..." Daphne said in a strange tone.

Seeing Lambert's surprised expression, Draco sneered, his silver-gray eyes squinted at him, and his tone was a little mocking: "Don't tell me you only found out today——if I remember correctly, you still have the same information last year. Attended our family's Christmas dinner."

Lambert stared at him calmly, and told him with his thoughts, yes, I only found out where your home is today, what's wrong?

There's no rule that wizards have to know where Malfoy Manor is, right?This is not the content of the test.

After finishing the pumpkin juice in the glass, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, took out a new handkerchief from the small basket on the table, wrapped a sandwich for Harry to pack for breakfast - he heard about the sea last night. Ge's hatched dragon had grown very big, and he went over to persuade him to raise the dragon in another place, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would find out sooner or later.

Pansy and Daphne had already finished eating, and they stood up at the same time as Draco got up, and when they reached the door of the auditorium, they leaned towards him from left to right, Blaise was a little behind, Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly followed, Crabbe had an extra sandwich in his hand—never getting enough to eat is a terrible skill.

On the way to Transfiguration class, Harry's furious figure finally caught up with Lambert's pace. However, his ragged wizard robe and gray face were burnt, and he was a little scorched. Curly black hair made him attract enough attention from the students along the way.

Lambert looked at him in surprise as he had just escaped from the fire scene, took the textbook in his hand, pulled him to the wall, stopped and looked him up and down: "Don't tell me you plan to Go to Professor McGonagall's class with this honor." The Slytherin hourglass at the end of the corridor would cry.

Harry's expression seemed a bit indescribable, and he pulled Lambert to explain in a low voice: "Hagrid's dragon burned down the whole house. I said before that guy grows too fast..."

Looking down at his clothes, he wanted to change one, but the problem was that he didn't have time.

"Open your mouth." Lambert sighed helplessly, shook his head and said.

"Huh? Hmm..." Harry opened his mouth in a daze, and Lambert stuffed the sandwich in his handkerchief into his mouth.

He flicked the handkerchief and cast a little spell of "clear water like a spring" on the palm of his hand. A stream of water from the tip of the wand wet the handkerchief. He pressed the wet handkerchief to his face, and Harry took it knowingly and began to give it to himself. Rub your face vigorously.

"Thank you."

What about the hair and the robe?Lambert looked him up and down with some hesitation. Draco and others who were walking behind also came here. Blaise had seen Harry running before, and he still couldn't help laughing when he saw him up close.

"Hey, Harry, what are you doing?" Goyle leaned forward and asked.

"It's so pathetic." Pansy and Daphne said in unison.After speaking, the two of them looked at each other with complicated expressions.

It seems that having a tacit understanding with the other party is a very indescribable thing.

Draco originally wanted to take a look and leave, but a bunch of people surrounded Harry but couldn't do anything about his current appearance, and he couldn't stand it.

"If you can't help him restore a Slytherin appearance, then at least don't attract more people to enjoy this shameful scene."

Blaise shrugged and went to the classroom first.Crabbe and Goyle followed suit.

Draco drew out his wand, pointed to the hem of his robe, and said in a flat tone: "—Reparo (restored to original)."

Harry's Slytherin wizard robes returned to their freshly ironed neatness.

His eyes widened in surprise: "Wow, thank you!"

Lambert: "..." Oh shit, why am I so upset!

However, Master Malfoy, who rarely does good deeds every day, was not interested in seeing his expression. Looking at Harry's curly and swollen black hair, a hint of eagerness suddenly appeared in his silver-gray eyes:

"Do you want to try this spell on your hair?" The objects that are restored to original state are usually dead objects, and Draco has not tried the effect of using it on people.

Harry didn't realize it, and when he was about to nod, Lambert raised his hand and ruffled his hair: "It's good to change your hairstyle once in a while, and it's time to go to class."

The black-haired boy who was being dragged away turned to look at Lambert in confusion, and said his thoughts frankly: "But I don't like curly hair..."

Lambert really wants to roll his eyes, silly son, don't you see that the dark guy wants to use you as an experiment?

"Believe me, your curly hair is really handsome." Lambert turned his head to look at him sincerely, Harry stroked his hair, blinked his eyes of the same color under the glasses, and believed Lambert's words.

Draco, who followed them into the classroom, snorted mockingly.

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When it was dinner time, the popularity of the legend of the Chamber of Secrets increased instead of decreasing. Lambert was surprised to find that even the Gryffindor next door began to discuss this issue, and even when he was eating, he always felt someone's gaze secretly Focused on his back - looked back and found nothing.

At noon, I met Hermione on the way out of class. The other party also seriously learned about the legend of Slytherin from him, and after listening to his version, he popularized the concept of 'rumours cannot be trusted'. He was dumbfounded at the time Said that he really did not believe the rumors.

Yes, rumors cannot be believed, but the legend of this secret room can really be believed.

Maybe it's because Lambert didn't sit well today, and Ron Weasley was sitting in the Gryffindor's seat behind him. He was asking people around who had cats, because his mouse, Scabbers, had been missing since the afternoon. up.

Gryffindor really didn't have a cat. Seamus helped him count for a long time but couldn't find a possible suspect cat. He blushed anxiously, and said to Seamus and Neville: "Scabbets never It will leave my surroundings, even if I usually go to class, it will obediently wait for me in the dormitory, even if I go out to find food, it will come back soon, now it must be eaten by some guy's cat!"

Lambert paused when he was cutting the steak, but Harry next to him suddenly turned to look at him: "Did you hear that!"

"What? You mean about the missing Weasley's mouse?" Lambert didn't know what he was referring to.

Harry's green eyes widened in surprise, "No, I mean... a very hoarse voice has been talking, didn't you hear it?"

Lambert's face changed, and before he could sort out his thoughts from this matter, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

He turned his head, and Ron Weasley was standing behind him, with inexplicable anger on his freckled face, and his eyes were wide open:

"Is it your cat? I remember you brought a white cat with you when school started!"

"No, Ron..." Harry had to turn his attention away from the voice, and looked at Ron inexplicably, completely wondering why he suddenly blamed Lambert.

"Am I not mistaken? The mole has the guts to try to find a first-year stubble on the long Slytherin table?" Draco put down the knife and fork not far away, watching this scene with interest, as if Looking forward to Weasley's next performance.

All the eyes of the entire Slytherin table were looking at this side.

Neville and Seamus next door were shocked. They never knew that Ron was so reckless, daring to go directly to the Slytherin long table to question Lambert. Although they had doubts about each other before that Cat, but it will not rush up on such an occasion.

Lambert put down the knife and fork in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and was about to say something. Many people in Gryffindor over there also noticed the scene here. His two older brothers, Fred and George, shook hands. They rushed over and held each of his shoulders:

"Come back to Gryffindor, my stupid brother—"

"If you don't want to be torn to shreds by those poisonous snakes in the next moment, and turn into a lion cub returning to Merlin's embrace prematurely."

Ron actually used up all his guts while being watched by all the Slytherins.

When the two brothers came to save the scene, he was pushed back on the Gryffindor bench with a stiff face and very cooperative. Fred turned to him with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, my brother he Not in the right mind."

"—Because my mother threw me silly when I was a child." George habitually followed him.

Lambert smiled back at them.

Fu stared at Ron's back again, and slowly raised the arc of the corner of his mouth higher, the color of his green eyes darkened a lot because of his emotions: "Ron Weasley, I have two questions about your question just now." A word for you."

"First, my cat doesn't eat mice."

"Second, I don't know where your mouse went, but if you dare to do anything to my cat by making wild guesses next, I promise you won't want to know the consequences of annoying me."

Whoever moves his cash cow dies.

Harry felt a sudden chill on his neck, and looked around uneasily at Lambert beside him and Ron over there.

Blaise shares with Draco in amazement: "Wow, he's mad, you see that?"

Draco was slowly cutting the luncheon meat on the plate, and when he heard Blaise's words, he just snorted, hooked the corners of his lips and said without hesitation: "Thank you for reminding me, I have eyes—but I I actually began to look forward to the picture that Weasley's courage can reach a new height."

"Coincidentally, me too." Blaise smiled and bent his eyes, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

"Hey, this little snake is a bit fierce." Fred patted his chest exaggeratedly and backed away.

"Yes, we were all scared to hear that." George pretended to support him, and the two walked to their places together.

Lambert: "..."