[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Lambert's doubts were finally answered when Professor Sprout of the Herbal Medicine class called the roll.

"Brace Zabini - here...Harry Potter - oh this is on sick leave, I know. So, Lambert Peverell?"

"Here, Professor." Lambert said softly and raised his hand, but he didn't miss Professor Sprout's words.

Sick leave?Harry is sick?Why doesn't he know?

Because there are many people who have been petrified recently, it is difficult to count on the herb shop in Diagon Alley to obtain a continuous and large supply of mature mandrakes. Hogwarts's recent herb classes for all grades have become mandrakes. pot.

The root of this herb is like a ginseng doll, and it screams when it is pulled up. The scream when a mature mandrake is pulled up can even cause death.

After the professor finished demonstrating the operation, Lambert put on earplugs and uprooted the pot of mandrake in his hand, and the baby-like roots of the immature green plant began to scream——

Half a minute later, it was still screaming, and the other fast people next to it had already finished changing a pot.

Lambert grabbed the mandrake in his hand in a daze, and the Gryffindor on the opposite side reached out curiously to the screaming mouth of the mandrake, and was bitten hard.

Suddenly, there was a scream that was more exaggerated than a piercing scream in the entire greenhouse, and it hurt to hear it.

Lambert planned to go to the hospital wing after class to see if Harry was there.

The juvenile Mandrake in his hand seemed to show its courage to fight to the end. It screamed until it became hoarse and still did not give up. If it didn't put it back in the soil for a second, it was going to scream until the end of its life.

Suddenly, a gloved hand reached out to hold his wrist, quickly threw the screaming mandrake into a new pot, and then took out a shovel to bury the soil until only a few pieces remained A lone leaf emerges outside, and the ear-stopping shriek ceases.

Lambert turned his head to meet an impatient face, Draco quickly withdrew his hand, the uniform style of furry earmuffs only set off his face more delicately, pointed chin raised towards himself, he Pursing his lips, his silver-gray eyes looked at Lambert with a slight warning:

【Are you trying to make me deaf? 】

Lambert raised his black eyebrows and looked at him for a few seconds, then looked back at his remaining dozen or so pots of Mandrakes, and began to concentrate on changing pots.

Just after class ended at [-]:[-], Lambert was the first to take off his gloves, pick up his books and go out, across the large lawn of the Hogwarts campus, and walked quickly towards the medical wing.

Suddenly an annoyed voice came from behind:

"Do you need me to repeat the new school rules for breakfast to your brain that has degenerated to the level of a troll?"

Lambert paused and looked back.Draco's displeasure was clearly dissatisfied with the grouping.

When Lambert turned his head, he had already slowed down his pursuit and adjusted his speed to the most comfortable one.At this time, he walked forward unhurriedly, and found that Lambert's face was so cold that it could form icicles, he sneered and asked:

"Let me guess, Potter must have done something good—it seems that you already know the reason why he disappeared this morning, right?" When they met, Draco spoke slowly and leisurely in his distinctive punchy tone.

"It's just a guess." Lambert responded to him lightly, without any desire to continue talking with him, and walked towards the medical wing again.

Draco leisurely followed behind him, calculated the length of the recess, and reminded him to pay attention to the time.

However, Madam Pomfrey in the medical wing told Lambert that Harry was fine just now and went back by herself.

Lambert thanked him, frowned, and rushed to the auditorium with an even worse expression——

"When are you going to end this behavior of dragging me all over Hogwarts?" Draco was very unhappy with this position behind Lambert, and asked him in an unhappy tone when he entered the door.

Lambert glanced back at him, turned his head back to look ahead expressionlessly, and said coldly: "You don't have to follow me, I guarantee that nothing will happen to me, and no one will know the fact."

Draco snorted mockingly, skeptical of his assurances.

The seven years of studying at Hogwarts taught him that he should never take chances when he disobeyed Professor Snape's decision, and look at the entire Slytherin house-only the person in front of him and the one who will never learn How did you write the word "low-key"? Potter didn't pay much attention to the rules, whether it was school rules or internal ones.

Lambert glanced in the Great Hall to see that Harry was not there, and walked towards the Slytherin cellar, wondering where Harry had gone.

Darkly went to the secret room?No way, he didn't even know where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was - he didn't think Harry would be the kind of boy who wanted to visit the women's room on the second floor on a whim.

Draco had no interest in continuing to be his attendant or nanny at all. After confirming that he was only going back to the dormitory first, he turned around decisively and walked into the auditorium, his empty stomach reminding him where the most important place to go now was.

-

"What? How do you know?" Lambert sat on his own bed, turning a blind eye to the big cat that jumped on his lap, and stared at him with eyes of the same color as Harry.

——According to what Harry just said, Professor Quirrell and Voldemort who have left don't need to worry anymore, anyway, they won't appear in Hogwarts again.

The cute black-haired boy in front of him is obviously not suitable for lying, his eyes drift left and right, and the sentences he speaks are all short and word-by-word.

"Sorry, I promised Dumbledore and the professors not to tell my classmates about this." In the end, Harry just said this to him with a blushing face.

Lambert tilted his head slightly and looked at the boy standing in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, the emerald green eyes full of scrutiny, and they landed straight on Harry.After being silent for a while, he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and the words he spoke were as light as feathers in the air:

"Okay, let's talk about the fact that you just came out of the medical wing-your injury is related to Quirrell's departure?"

Under Harry's narrow gaze, he slowly put away his expression, and said his conjecture word by word:

"Professor Quirrell's departure seems to be the same reason. Combined with the fact that you said that he and Voldemort can no longer pose a threat to Hogwarts, I speculate that they may have been seriously injured or—the departure is simply false, they may It was a direct loss of life."

"According to what I told you about blood magic, don't tell me you really tried it—how dare you?!"

Lambert stood up in shock and anger, and Harry, who had already admitted to being so foolish with his expression, couldn't help but raise his voice.

However, the person in front of him didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him. Harry even frowned in confusion, and looked at him with his hands open:

"Hey Lambert, I thought you could at least give me a compliment or something... At least I did it didn't I? Make him fail again and I did it, why are you so...so mad?"

Harry thought he had proved himself in front of his friends, but when he tried to find even a little surprise or joy for himself in Lambert's face, he was disappointed to find that there was no.

Lambert acted as though he had done nothing but sheer recklessness, as if his survival was a fluke.

Lambert opened his mouth, finally closed it again, and waved him after a while: "Forget it, you go to lunch first - remember to go to class with Draco, the school's new regulations, lower grades are not allowed Act alone."

When Harry left in frustration, Lambert sat quietly on the bed thinking about life.

He wondered whether it was the nature of Harry's protagonist that made him take risks, or whether it was his influence over him that made things more dangerous than they should have been.

No one understood his inner fear of losing control of the known plot.Yes, Voldemort still almost ended his incomplete life on Quirrell, but the secret room that was opened early and Peter Pettigrew who was suddenly restless-where will the fate go?

He couldn't tell Yige about it, and he couldn't talk about life with Da Miao.

In the end, he blatantly skipped the afternoon class, put the pocket watch by the bedside in the dormitory, and planned to go to the grass by the Black Lake to bask in the sun and relax with Big Cat in his arms.

-

Draco marveled at Lambert's courage when he found out he wasn't in class.

When Professor Snape called his name and no one answered, the air in the classroom suddenly fell silent, making Gryffindors feel the chill that pierced their bones.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had just become Professor Snape, and it was never wise to be late or even not to show up for his class.

Even if it is according to the script, Professor Snape's understanding of the dark arts and his own attainments in this area make his class more valuable-of course, he makes the seriousness of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course rise sharply, and the whole class is completely No one dared to take a big breath.

Before the get out of class was over, he announced with a blank face that Lambert had to go to his office to do study work after his self-study this week.

The specific thing is to deal with all kinds of potions.

And accept the venom sprayed by Professor Snape at any time.

Many Gryffindors were overjoyed when they heard it, and even sent a lot of gloating looks to the Slytherins.

"It seems that Malfoy and Potter are not binding on the freedom-loving Mr. Peverell—" After announcing the result, Professor Snape's dark eyes fell on Draco and Harry.

Draco took a deep breath and showed a perfect smile to his godfather: "It was just an accident, Professor, I promise not to be an example."

Snape looked at him for a few seconds, snorted in a cloudy and uncertain way, pulled the corners of his lips with a half-smile and asked:

"is it?"

Harry nodded sharply beside Draco, promising to keep Lambert in check with Draco.

Draco's silver-gray eyes were full of anger, and even a slight blush appeared on his cheeks, but compared to the consequences of being questioned by Professor Snape, he could only follow Harry's words.

"Then I'll just wait with no expectations for now - if I hear from your astronomy professor again tonight about the absence of Slytherins, I promise you won't want to enjoy the honor of being alone in a group. "

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: I am confused about life and need a life mentor.

Hermione: Come find me~

Harry: Me me me!

Draco: Think carefully before answering.

Lambert: ... Where is my ancestor? ? ?