[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The classroom was quiet for a while before someone came down from the table in disbelief. Children of this age have thoroughly implemented the principle of "forgetting the pain when the scar is healed". Once they find themselves far away from danger, the curiosity in their hearts It came out again.

Someone approached the bright red flower, turned around a few times, shook his head there and sighed with glowing eyes: "Wow~ so cool!"

Some timid people have already gone out to find the dean of their own college - as far as the current situation is concerned, today's class cannot be continued anyway.

Lambert stood in his seat, looking at Harry who was looking back from the first row.

It's a pity that the person he can read minds is the person next to him who exudes the aura of "not cheap and uncomfortable", not Harry, who is always cute and cute.

So he didn't understand Harry's expression at the moment.

At the beginning of this semester, the chances of Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall rushing to various places in the school to deal with emergencies are completely higher than in the past many years, so that when the two of them met on the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom Unable to squeeze even a polite smile at the other party.

Both sides kept a list of frequent troublemakers in the back of their minds - a Slytherin, a Slytherin... and a Slytherin.

So Professor McGonagall felt a little relieved in his heart, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out several times.

Snape's face was so sullen that it was almost dripping.

After arriving in the classroom, after understanding what happened from all parties, Professor McGonagall planned to emphasize to him about the safety of the course after Quirrell woke up, and after Professor Snape found that the students were not doing anything wrong, he gave Draco a routine After adding points, he stared at the stretcher in the medical wing that came to carry Quirrell away, his dark eyes were bottomless, no one could understand what he was thinking.

Professor McGonagall stayed behind to supervise the rest of the students' self-study, and Snape turned around and left without any change in style. The hem of the black robe fluttered, taking away a black spray.

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After two hours of digging in the herbalism greenhouse, Lambert and Harry stopped by the medical wing to see Hermione, who was still in a petrified state, and heard from Madam Pomfrey that the mandrakes in the school had just been transplanted recently. , It will take a while until it matures, Dumbledore sent Hagrid to the herbal shop in Diagon Alley, and Hermione should be able to get the prepared potion in the afternoon.

Hogwarts even wrote to her parents, expressing their apologies and saying they could arrange for someone to pick them up if necessary.

Professor Quirrell, who fainted before, is said to be very sorry for what happened in the morning after waking up, and ran back to the office crying to write a resignation letter to the principal.

Lambert couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard this.

Resign?

Is this the discovery that the Sorcerer's Stone is no longer at Hogwarts?Or is it just an excuse for Quirrell to escape being bombarded by Snape or McGonagall.

Before he could think too much, the series of things that happened next made everyone feel overwhelmed.

The next day, I just went to the Slytherin long table for dinner, and I heard that the administrator Filch and his cat were found petrified in the corridor on the fourth floor today, and they are currently being sent to the medical wing.

The long tables of the colleges this morning were also extremely lively. Owls with letters flew over the tables. Almost every pure-blooded student in Slytherin received letters from home.

Perhaps because of Filch's affairs, the dining place for the teachers was empty, and the students in each college were controlled by the prefects.

Draco looked at the wax seal of the Malfoy family crest on the dark green envelope, raised his eyebrows, and predicted the contents before opening it——

"Which school are you from?" Brace next to him asked with a smile.

"Durmstrang, what about you?" Draco lazily said the answer as if he couldn't get up his spirits.

"Ha, it seems that even if we want to transfer schools, we will still be alumni—tsk tsk, unfortunately, I'm not interested in a seminary without girls." Blaise curled his lips and threw the letter from his mother aside.

"If you want me to say, compared to the troublesome thing of changing schools, I remember that your father is the school manager, and it is safer to vote to replace Dumbledore than anything else." Blaise suggested jokingly.

Draco twitched the corners of his mouth, picked up the napkin next to him and wiped his lips, and replied flatly, "I'll think about it."

"—I mean, to Durmstrang."

After the words fell, everyone around Draco fell silent, the smile on Blaise's lips faded away, and Pansy was the first to scream:

"What? Why? Draco, you know, if I didn't want to go to school with you, I might have considered Beauxbatons..."

"Calm down, girl, do you want to make the whole of Hogwarts know about this?" Draco frowned slightly, and his silver-gray eyes glanced at Pansy, which contained a sense of warning success Let Pansy keep the rest of his words in his stomach.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not because of recent events. In fact, Durmstrang has the most extensive coverage of the dark arts among the three magic schools in Europe-I have read about Hogwarts' regulations on exchange students, The maximum period is two years, and students are required to achieve "O (excellent)" in all subjects, and the tuition fees are self-financed, this is a good opportunity, isn't it?" Draco explained his words slowly, and let them look at him calmly.

Obviously, the exams for the first school year have not yet taken place, but everyone has already tacitly agreed that he can get this result.

Daphne looked at him seriously with her head sideways: "You mean an exchange, not a school transfer?"

"I thought I made it clear enough," Draco replied drawlingly.

"Then what should we do?" Crabbe and Goyle were at a loss. They were used to following Draco in everything, and they were confused by this sudden change, and they were sure that they would never be able to achieve that kind of grade. of.

The light blond boy laughed and was about to answer them when Lambert, who got up late, came over and opened the letter and today's newspaper in his place, and asked them who were quiet:

"Have you seen Harry? I didn't see him when I woke up this morning. I thought he came to have breakfast first—uh, what do you mean by that look?" Lambert looked down at the headlines of the newspaper quickly , After confirming that there was no useful information, I was about to open the letter when I looked up and found that they were looking at me strangely.

Blaise answered him for everyone with a smile: "Because your question came at a very bad time, we were just discussing about Draco's plan to go to Durmstrang for exchange from next year."

Draco corrected him calmly: "Pay attention to your words, Blaise, I'm not discussing with you, just to inform you."

"Oh, I'm starting to hate your one-sidedness." Pansy threw the fork on the table in frustration, her dark brown eyes were full of displeasure.

There was some surprise in Lambert's eyes.

He hadn't expected Draco to have such thoughts, and before he could digest the message, the door of the Great Hall opened again, and the professors entered in file, with Headmaster Dumbledore at the forefront.

"I'm sorry to delay everyone's morning class, I have two things to announce—"

After casting a "loud voice" spell on himself, the volume of Dumbledore's resounding sound in the auditorium on the first floor successfully suppressed the whispers of the various colleges.

"First of all, I would like to announce that the school met yesterday and passed a decision. By examining the performance of the newly hired Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, based on the major mistakes he made in yesterday's class, I have approved the resignation of Professor Quirina Schillo. Apply, the rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course this semester will be held by Severus temporarily."

There was a subtle round of applause on the long Slytherin table, which was regarded as congratulations to the dean.

On the contrary, the Gryffindor students looked mournful, as if they had seen this semester wave goodbye to the House Cup again.

Many of the senior Gryffindors who had escaped Snape's Potions class couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Again, because of the 'petrified' incidents that have occurred in schools recently, starting today, each college will set up an action team of two to four people, and the specific membership arrangement will be decided by each dean. It is forbidden for any student to travel alone at any time. .” Dumbledore’s speech was never long, and after the announcement, he left the time to the deans of each house.

Professor Snape didn't have any interest in assigning this kind of group, and simply stipulated that there should be at least three people in groups below the fourth grade.

The prefect was too busy alone, so he appointed a person in each grade to count the groups within the grade, and finally reported the list to him.

The first-year statistician was naturally Draco.

"Okay, whoever wants to be in my team, sign up." Draco looked at them expressionlessly, planning to get rid of his team members first, shamelessly.

Blaise answered with a smile: "Given the Halloween incident last time, I don't think I'm capable enough to keep an eye on Master Malfoy—I'm in a team with Crabbe and Goyle."

Draco stared at him with silver-gray eyes, let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, and raised his hand to write down the names of the three of them on the parchment.

Lambert had a bad premonition, and he turned to count the number of Slytherin first-year boys behind him.

As a result, apart from their group, the other first-year Slytherins huddled together quite quickly, and Pansy and Daphne also quickly found a female classmate registration group.

Three minutes later, Lambert looked at Draco holding the parchment and quill with a complicated expression.

The two saw a foul word in each other's eyes at the same time.

"Do not."

"next."

The two looked at the people around them at the same time and said.

Pansy and Daphne laughed at the side, and finally felt that the depression that Draco had gone to Durmstrang to exchange this morning had dissipated.

"There is no next one, what a perfect combination, I believe that such a grouping will be able to restrain the behavior of both of you well." Blaise patted the palm of his left hand with his right hand beside him, and said without hesitation while watching the excitement.

Lambert glanced at the other Slytherins who were not familiar with him, and finally the idea of ​​"where did Harry go" prevailed, and he refuted Blaise in a neutral way:

"You think too highly of me, Blaise—well, that's the truth, I, you and Harry are together, and I noticed that the prefects are already closing the list."

The Slytherin prefects were also not interested in how they were grouped, so when Draco tried to cross out Blaise's name and replace it with his own, he ruthlessly pulled the parchment from him.

Counting the number of people in the first grade, he frowned and asked, "Why are there three missing? What about your group? Why isn't Potter's name on it?"

Pansy returned him a sweet smile: "Oh, they happen to be the last group, Draco, Lambert and Harry, maybe just in time to write?"

The prefect nodded, quickly wrote the last three names with his quill, and returned to Professor Snape with a stack of parchment.

Leaving him and Draco looking at each other with disgust.

"Maybe someone can answer me now, where did our great savior go? I don't want to lose team members on the first day of the group." Draco quickly adapted to the status quo, squinted his eyes and said Walking around in a circle, he asked in his lazy tone.

Lambert smirked at him twice: "If you paid attention to what I said before, Draco, you should have realized the fact that I have been looking for him for a long time."

Blaise hugged Pan Xi by the shoulders and sighed: "What am I talking about? Things are bound to happen when you are with any of them."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: So here comes the question, who has the best technology for the protagonist?

Draco: ... [This question cannot be answered]

Harry: ...what's the difference between the protagonist living in the dialogue and the salted fish!And the author!

Author: Uh, leave room for everyone to guess?Come on, guess where Harry is~