[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Many senior students felt that he might be crazy to be famous.

On the teacher's table, Professor Snape's lips were tightly lined, the nasolabial folds on his face deepened, and his bottomless black eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

He didn't understand, why would there be such a grandstanding figure in his college?

But the boy who stood up had a calm expression, not full of pride and conceit, or the excitement of openly challenging authority, as everyone thought.

Even if he was watched by all the students, his expression was only calm, as if he just raised a simple doubt in a certain class, but no one would ignore that kind of calm.

This Slytherin, who inherited one of the oldest families in the wizarding world at a young age, as he got older, everyone saw more and more of his flat, flat appearance.

The audience was quiet for a while, and suddenly a heated discussion broke out, with whistles and boos one after another, among which Gryffindor at the next table was the most intense.

They really didn't have the guts to openly confront Dumbledore, but they were also unwilling to admit that there was such a big gap between themselves and this Slytherin.

With such a high death rate in the Triwizard Tournament, why would he dare to think that he is capable of participating in such an underage?

The more chaotic the occasion, the more people will keep calm.

Draco rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers against his pointed chin, and looked at the black-haired boy standing up with his scrutinizing silver-gray eyes—that face that was a bit too beautiful would always be subconsciously ignored by others his own ability.

If he hadn't come back here with the memories of his 30s, Draco thought, this person might be an outstanding figure that Slytherin House hadn't seen for decades.

Draco looked at his handsome side face, suddenly felt strange and interesting.Strangeness is that he has never discovered that this person has that unique precipitating temperament, which makes people calm down unconsciously just by being around.

It's interesting because this person seems to be particularly emotional only when facing himself.In the past two years, he often exchanged letters with Pansy, and when he occasionally heard about this person, he wondered if this person was not the same Lambert he knew.

Beauxbaton's principal with half-giant blood was full of dissatisfaction on his face. Karkaroff of Durmstrang pursed his lips, moved his slightly longer beard, and shouted in disapproval:

"Dumbledore, the standard was set early on, you know—if the age standard is relaxed, it would not be fair to our two schools."

"Yes." Madam Maxim nodded in agreement.

After all, they are few in number, and the combined number of students from the two schools is only enough for one Hogwarts house.

Dumbledore was still smiling kindly, and raised his hand to press the air until the auditorium slowly returned to silence, before he looked at Lambert again:

"Mr. Peverell, first of all, I want to praise your courage! But I have to say, the rules are so-I believe many people in this room will definitely scoff at this rule, and I sincerely hope that you will not want to know the challenge. result of the rules."

"Madame Maxim and Mr. Karkaroff are also welcome to supervise the implementation of this rule."

Lambert nodded to show that he understood, sat back to his original position, and picked up the knife and fork very naturally to prepare for the meal—as if he wasn't the one who stood up and said he was going to participate in the competition.

Harry was beside him with a puzzled face, frowned, stretched out his hand to support the frame of his glasses, and then asked with difficulty:

"What the hell are you thinking, Lambert? Didn't you hear what they said, the Triwizard Tournament has a particularly high death rate!"

Lambert: ... Ah, who am I doing this for?

Draco saw his tired and unloving face, bent his lips meanly, and sent him a sentence: "It deserves it."

Lambert rolled his eyes at him angrily.

Krum was asking Draco what happened just now with a strong German accent. This handsome German guy who had difficulty listening to English was always slow to respond, which made people feel distressed.

-

Lambert, who never had the habit of studying at night, returned to the room early, spread out the Marauder's Map on the bed, and hung his pocket watch on the bedside, "Ig, help me keep an eye on it, please."

The old ancestor smiled heartily and replied: "No problem, child—but you have to be mentally prepared, maybe people with tricks can also deceive this map."

Lambert hooked his lips, smiled and replied: "Don't worry, the identity of that person has not been recognized yet, he has nothing to fear."

The next morning.

As soon as Lambert got up, he heard a ding from his pocket watch. Even if Ige was just a horcrux, his love for research did not fade away, and he was able to play with these strange sounds for himself while nestling in his pocket watch. and effects.

It is also a Horcrux, so I have to criticize Voldemort, why is there such a difference in consciousness between people?

"Except for the shift change of the teacher on duty at midnight, no other students have ever approached the Goblet of Fire." While Draco was washing up, Ige told Lambert about the situation that night.

"Who is the teacher on duty?" Lambert asked one more question, sitting on the head of the bed and leaning over to tie the laces on his leather shoes.

"Alastor Moody," Ig replied.

Lambert: ...I'm so tired.

The big cat next to him jumped from the ground onto the bed, walked back and forth beside him, put his head up on his lap, and tried hard to feel his presence.

"Don't make trouble." Lambert pushed it away from his lap, took the textbook from the table, got up and walked out the door.

Big Meow opened his mouth and yawned big, his round black eyes were full of pride that sees through everything:

"Hmph, now you're just ignoring me, and I'll make you unattainable at night."

As a self-motivated cat, it has obviously acquired a certain level of English listening ability in the past two years, and understands Lambert's plan quite well.

Facing the white puppet cat spread out on the bed like a piece of cat cake - its size has not changed at all in the past two years - it looks very cute and arrogant without deliberately making Lambert have to Stop and go to coax the uncle first.

"Oh, look at you. Come on, come on, I'll give you a haircut. Please give me some strength at night. First, give me the equipment that my mother doesn't know about me. I just have one request--good-looking and beautiful. Domineering."

Big Miao was enjoying Lambert's hair-plucking service, humming and thinking in his heart:

It can turn you into a suit that your mother doesn't even know, I'm in the sea here.

As for being good-looking and domineering...

Big Miao seemed to hear a "ding" sound when the light bulb above his head was turned on.

-

Throughout the day, when Lambert walked on the road, he would be asked a question by other college students pretending to be casual:

Similar to:

"Huh? When are you going to put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"Eh? Isn't this the fourth grade who is going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

……

Lambert responded with a unified smile, thinking that I was afraid that my public registration would scare you into calling you dads. For such a low-key person like myself, let’s forget about this option.

Thirty past midnight.

He got up in the dark, grabbed the invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map that had been placed by the bed, and walked out familiarly.

Big Meow had been waiting for this opportunity early in the morning, and jumped up like lightning, jumped onto the bed vigorously, jumped onto his shoulders and grabbed him firmly, the whole cat was more excited than a human.

Standing in the public men's room of Hogwarts, he reached out to take off the hood of the invisibility cloak, and whispered to Big Meow:

"Give me a previous 20-year-old model archive—"

Disappointment flashed across Big Meow's eyes, but he still obeyed obediently.

A few minutes later, in the hall where the Goblet of Fire was placed, the cup containing the blue flame suddenly flashed red, as if the flames were caught in something, and after a while it returned to a cool blue color.

The boy who returned to the public restroom looked at his handsome face in the mirror and said with emotion:

"Sure enough, handsome is my true self."

The big cat next to him raised his head to look at him with burning eyes: ...do you still let me play?

After the narcissism was over, Lambert tapped his chin with his index finger and said to himself: "Just in case, it's better to add more insurance."

"Big meow, it's time for you to show off."

He looked down at the white cat squatting at his feet, saw its eyes suddenly lit up like small light bulbs, and felt a little cold behind him.

Ten seconds later—

The gentle and refined man in front of the mirror completely changed his appearance.

If the previous man was a gentle man, in front of him he has become a queen with an enchanting temperament.

Her long black curly hair fell on her chest like seaweed, and her snow-white dress showed off her slender body. The side slits reached directly to the root of her thighs, and she was wearing red pointed-soled high-heeled shoes.

The face of the person in the mirror exudes a mature and charming atmosphere, the red eyes are full of evil smiles, under the straight nose bridge, the bright red lips exude a fatal attraction, and the gold and red earrings further accentuate the delicate and fair face .

Rose petals fluttered in the air, and landed on the shoulders of the man's hair, making people feel crisp.

Lambert stood frozen for a minute.

... He shouldn't underestimate Big Meow's ability to hold back big moves even if he disagrees.

However, Da Miao proudly claimed the credit: "How about it? Guaranteed that no one will know you!"

Lambert, who was only stiff for a while and then recovered his normal thinking ability, responded to it lightly, and said in a low voice:

"Pray that I can go home safely tonight."

Putting on the invisibility cloak again, he walked into the empty hall with another note in hand, and threw another note into the Goblet of Fire.

——Fortunately, the Goblet of Fire has not been cultivated to become a master. No one will know that he once voted for Draco secretly with such a coquettish appearance.

Thinking about it, I feel that this wave of operations is very exciting.

Lambert walked back to the men's room contentedly, and took off the cloak when he opened the door. He was about to share the joy with Big Meow, when he raised his eyes——

Facing the light-blond young man standing leisurely by the sink who did not know when to appear.

Lambert:! ! !

Heart burst!

I was so shocked that I lost my language ability!

#Transformed into a coquettish slut, pretending to be a teammate to vote and got caught, what should I do now!Wait online!Hurry up! #