[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The first second Draco saw the mature beauty in front of him, he questioned himself for the first time, wondering if he went to the wrong toilet.

The other party's long black curly hair, which was almost waist-length, and the gorgeous white dress on his body formed a very strong visual impact-but almost no one in the wizarding world would wear it like this, especially here is Hogwarts.

If it wasn't for the obvious emotion in those red pupils that Draco met, he would have thought that the spell to confuse Muggles he had set around the school he was in had failed.

However, being able to understand the thoughts in those eyes made him even more horrified——

Because since he returned to this life, he can only see such rich connotations from the window of one's soul.

After calming down, the slender, light-blond Slytherin raised his chin slightly, and his silver-gray narrow eyes changed from the initial astonishment to the sarcasm Lambert was all too familiar with.

He twitched the corners of his lips in a mockery, and the standard London accent would always have a frivolous upswing and prolongation:

"Maybe I can know why my roommate didn't sleep in the dormitory in the middle of the night and chose to dress like this and run out?"

While speaking, his eyes fell on the two lumps of softness on Lambert's chest that obviously did not belong to men, and then he looked away with a complicated expression.

After thinking about it, he looked at Lambert's unusually alluring woman's face and added:

"Or, have I always misunderstood your gender?"

The wizarding world is not without things that can temporarily change a person's appearance, such as Polyjuice Potion.

So his words were only out of habitual sarcasm, or to make up for the shock he received when he saw his face at the beginning, and he didn't feel too surprised——

Well, aside from the fact that he always takes himself to new heights of feminine beauty.

After watching a series of changes in his expression, Lambert secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

So he answered calmly: "To tell you the truth, I just have this hobby of wearing women's clothing in the dead of night—why are you here?"

Draco arrived a little late, and didn't see Lambert wearing the invisibility cloak to vote at all, but he didn't mean to tell Lambert that he was woken up by his sneaky movements in the middle of the night, and he had a hunch that he was going to come to the Goblet of Fire Here, who knew that he would see such a scene after temporarily hiding from the patrolling teacher and entering the men's toilet.

But he won't talk about the reason of following his roommate when he has nothing to do.

With a snort in his nasal cavity, he lightly spit out a word to Lambert: "Pervert."

Lambert: ? ? ? ?

... Forget it, it's better than letting him know another reason.

Bending over, he waved at the big cat, and the white cat squatting by the sink ran to him with a whimper, jumped on his shoulder, and put on the invisibility cloak——

Draco watched helplessly as his dormmate returned to the dormitory with his cat, ruthlessly and without looking back.

With a click, he frowned and pulled out his wand, deciding to find an opportunity to get an invisibility cloak from Lambert next time, that thing is really useful.

-

By the time Draco had returned to the Slytherin dungeon, Lambert had already returned to his original form in the room, and was lying on his own big bed in a sleeping position.

Today's women's clothing experience has made him accustomed to it, and he won't be unable to sleep all night.

And Draco was extremely curious about what Lambert went through during the two years he was away to have such a strong psychological endurance.

In fact, Slytherin, who was stunned by his roommate's women's clothing, forgot to think about the Goblet of Fire.

This was something he regretted immensely afterwards.

During the few days of registration, Hogwarts was also very lively.The senior grades are thinking about whether to summon up the courage to sign up, and the younger grades are thinking about whether to summon up the courage to challenge the age limit set by Dumbledore.

Because they still vividly remember the old man who the Weasley brothers failed to challenge one morning.

When Viktor from Durmstrang and Fleur from Beauxbatons put in their names, they both aroused cheers from the onlookers.

At this time, the Gryffindor students would start looking for Lambert in the crowd in order to taunt him.

However, Lambert, who had never passed by this hall and had no interest in watching the excitement, did not give them this chance at all.

The Gryffindors were very upset.

At the same time, many Slytherins gradually felt a little ashamed, and very much hoped that Lambert could slap the face of those sworn enemies.

But this fourth grade seems to have no memory of the big words he once said, and looks like he is not interested in the Triwizard Tournament at all.

Everyone in Slytherin: I was a little anxious and a little angry.

Finally, on the last day of the voting deadline, at the long breakfast table, Pansy asked frankly the laid-back black-haired boy with the Gringotts bill:

"Lambert, when are you going to challenge Dumbledore's age line?" To be honest, people have tried every possible and unusable method these days, and she is really curious about what Lambert will do.

At any rate, he is someone who has been close to him in the past few years. Pan Xi thinks he has a basic understanding of him:

She knew quite well, for example, that this man never boasted.

The show-off impetuosity of boys of the same age can hardly be found in him, he only does what he thinks is right.

Pansy's words reminded Harry that he also understood Lambert's character. He stopped cutting the chicken legs and turned to look at him with sincere green eyes:

"Uh... don't tell me that you really intend to participate in this - you have also seen that no student can overcome the boundaries set by Dumbledore these days. Let me say..."

"Harry." Lambert interrupted him.

Harry kept his mouth shut, waiting for him to continue.

"If your name was chosen from the Goblet of Fire, would you participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Lambert asked a question that made Harry feel very strange.

He frowned and struggled for a while before realizing that Lambert hadn't answered his own question: "But, there is no connection between these two questions, right? Didn't we tell you not to participate? Why? Pull it on me—”

But Lambert just smiled, and looked at him with eyes that demanded an answer.

"I, I don't know, your assumption is too strange, I have no ability and I don't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Harry could only come to this conclusion in the end.

Pansy turned to look at Draco in a daze, and saw the young master of the Malfoy family enjoying the leisurely breakfast without listening to him.

"You don't want to participate?" Lambert stared into Harry's eyes and repeated his words, as if confirming something.

Harry nodded, and heard Lambert take it slowly: "So this is my answer."

Harry:? ? ? ?

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Lambert turned his head sideways, folded the bill in his hand, looked at Pansy and said:

"You'll know the answer tonight."

All the Slytherins beside him secretly pricking up their ears to listen silently applauded him in their hearts at that moment.

Come on bravely, boy!

Give those stupid lions a loud slap!

-

The students of Hogwarts have finally waited until the time to reveal the list of candidates for the Triwizard Tournament!

At dinner time this day, no one cares about what to eat anymore, the knife and fork on their hands is more like a musical instrument used by them to play with the plate.

Dumbledore understood the impatient psychology of the students, and moved the Goblet of Fire to the open space in front of the teachers' seats in the auditorium early.

Seeing the flames blooming like a blue enchantress, countless people cast their eyes on Dumbledore, waiting for him to announce the selection method of the list.

"I said earlier that the Goblet of Fire will help us choose true warriors—then, now is the time to declare the Goblet of Fire's will!" Dumbledore shouted impassionedly, opening his hands towards the students.

The Minister of Magic stood by, in order to witness the historic moment of the resumption of the Triwizard Tournament.

When the notes of Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour were sprayed out of the flames, the principals of the two schools couldn't help showing subtle but irrepressible proud smiles on their faces.

Everyone knew it was the Hogwarts champion who would be announced next.

It wasn't too long before the Goblet of Fire spit out the name.

Dumbledore's old and powerful hand grabbed the note!

Under the half-moon-shaped lens, those vicissitudes and wise eyes clearly saw the name on it, and he was silent for a few seconds.

Everyone in every house was nervous, especially Hufflepuff—almost all of Cedric's friends surrounded him, silently cheering him on.

Karkaroff looked over suspiciously, and when he was about to ask aloud, Dumbledore looked at the Slytherin table and announced loudly:

"Lambert Peverell - Congratulations!"

The whole of Hogwarts was silent for a second.

Only the person concerned stood up calmly from his seat, his green eyes were still calm, neither sad nor happy - as if all this was taken for granted.

A second later, the entire auditorium exploded.

The senior Slytherins gave him heartfelt applause, and the younger students said "he did it!" and "he really succeeded!"

Gryffindors were all in mourning, yelling a little bit of dissatisfaction, and talking about his age.

Everyone in Hufflepuff was busy comforting their grass, but the person concerned smiled after being stunned for a while, with disappointment flashing in his eyes, and quickly shrugged his shoulders in relief, "It's him..."

Folks in Ravenclaw think it's fun just to watch the show.

Hermione frowned her beautiful eyebrows and looked in the direction of the Slytherin table, wondering how Lambert did it.

Ron Weasley stood up dissatisfied and said loudly: "He cheated!"

Madam Maxim and Kokolov looked at each other in disbelief. They knew about Dumbledore's magic circle, how could a student break it!

Isn't this the same as saying that this student is more magical than them?

What a joke!

"Albus——" Madam Maxim elongated her face unhappily, and now her entire face looked longer than a horse's face, which showed how unhappy she was.

"Weasley, pay attention to your words. If I remember correctly, Mr. Dumbledore welcomed all students to challenge the boundaries he set. Why, if you can't do it yourself, you have to play tricks?" Lambert smiled The personable, androgynous good-looking face added a bit of contempt, and suddenly became full of irony.

Dumbledore raised his hand to suppress the question, but the auditorium was still noisy, as if protesting him in this way.

He had to cast a loud spell on himself—

"Quiet!"

"The selection method of the Goblet of Fire is fair—everyone can testify! As for what method Mr. Lambert used to cheat the age line, it doesn't matter, what matters is that he used this method to win him a chance, I admire his ability."

Even Dumbledore admits that he is capable, others naturally have nothing to say.

There was uniform applause on the long Slytherin table, and Pansy smiled and said to Daphne beside him: "For the first time, I think Dumbledore looks as wise as the rumors say."

Whatever the rules, the Gryffindors were happy to slap them in the face.

Just when Dumbledore was going to let everyone enter the small room next to him to explain about the competition, the color of the tongue of fire in the Goblet of Fire changed again, and he spit out a note with some burnt corners again:

The old headmaster was a little puzzled, but he quickly unfolded the note and read the name on it:

"Draco Malfoy!"

Gryffindor long table: let people have fun!Open both as soon as you open it!God!What is the law of heaven!

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Draco: Confused.jpg

Lambert: Oh my god!It's no use even admitting that I'm a pervert!Boss Malfoy is about to explode!Afraid to deform!