[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

As the first warrior to go on stage, Draco received cheers from the entire Hogwarts - Gryffindor is negligible, maybe there will be a few little girls who will fall under the charm of his face , but in such a situation related to the position of the academy, they will only hold back the applause in their hearts.

Harry nervously pinched the edge of the silver-green scarf around his neck, subconsciously holding his breath.Pansy was next to him, pinching his arm unconsciously with his fingers, successfully diverting Harry's attention:

"Uh, Pansy, can you let go?" He turned his head to look at the black-haired girl next to him, but his voice was obviously overwhelmed by the cheers around him, and all Pansy's attention was gradually drawn to the girl in the middle of the field. Dominated by the tall figure, Harry didn't hear Harry's voice at all.

When Daphne saw the Swedish short-nosed dragon, she covered her mouth with her hands and exclaimed, "Merlin!"

Even Blaise, who usually had a hippie smile on his face, rarely frowned and looked serious, watching the scene in silence.

Although the dragons that were put on the stage to accept the challenge from the warriors today are of different breeds, they are all females, so they are naturally protective of dragon eggs, and they will be very irritable when they find any creatures approaching. Among them—the Hungarian Horntail most threatening.

The distance of the dragon's breath was at least ten meters. Before Draco could reach that range, he felt the scorching heat rushing towards his face, and a flame appeared on his retina as if he was close at hand.

The light-blond Slytherin stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked at the giant dragon not far away. There was no panic in his silver-gray eyes, and he almost calmly pulled out the wand beside him, and said aloud to it:

"Stupefy (passing out)—"

Because the giant dragon wanted to protect the dragon eggs, it didn't want to move away from the nest, which was equivalent to an almost immobile target.

Having said that, any wizard with common sense knows that the scales on dragons help them counteract most spell effects.

——Obviously, the spells issued by Draco are not within the range of most of them. With super powerful magic power and precise use, silver light pops out from the tip of the wand and explodes on the top of the dragon's head, like scattered fireworks. Falling on the dragon, the Swedish Brachysaurus fell into a coma almost immediately.

Then he squinted his eyes and stared at the golden egg that was pressed by the giant dragon, only a third of it was exposed. Without thinking, he raised his hand and used the Flying Curse.

In the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, in the opening minute, the first warrior, Draco Malfoy, got the golden egg unscathed.

And in that 1-minute timing, there is still about half a minute for him to walk slowly from the tent to the center of the arena.

All the Slytherins clapped loudly after he had held the golden egg for a while before realizing it.

The commentator Ludo Bagman choked speechlessly at his easy victory after he had just introduced his personal information during the time he walked over.

Karkaroff, Madame Maxime: ...

How could Hogwarts students be so powerful!

Even if they were faced with the same situation, they couldn't handle it any better!

Dumbledore raised his wand first, and a beautiful number appeared in midair—10.

Bagman, director of the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department, followed closely behind with a perfect 10 points. Because of the microphone, he did not forget to say with a smile: "Of course, if Mr. Malfoy can be a little nervous when he is on the court Dot, that's even better."

Lucius in the Slytherin seat snorted rather unhappily when he heard this, and felt that there was no other word to describe Draco's performance other than perfection.

Narcissa, who was also pinching her handkerchief nervously, finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a belatedly satisfied smile on her face, both proud and distressed.

After all, she was only the first to play. Madam Maxim thought about it, but still only gave 8 points.

Karkaroff... He was very entangled. From the standpoint of the school, he wanted to give Draco only 5 points. However, given the friendship between him and Lucius in the Death Eater camp.

After struggling for a long time, he pinched his nose and gave it 10 points.

Fleur and Viktor, who were still in the tent, listened to the voices on the outfield, and rehearsed for themselves the content of their appearance in the bottom of their hearts, but——just finished thinking about the spell they were going to use, and just listened to Bagman's speech to Germany. Laco's introduction, I found that there is no more.

The two were thinking blankly, what's the matter, was it eaten by a dragon?

Then they heard someone come in to announce, next: Fleur Delacour.

Lambert hid on the most comfortable sofa in the innermost part of the tent, teasing the little black dragon in his hand, throwing him up and down like a small toy. He spread his small wings and sprayed several bursts of fire at him.

But it was of no use, for neither it nor its fire could reach Lambert.

Lambert changed several sitting positions on the sofa without waiting for his own appearance. After thinking about it, he took out yesterday's Potions homework from his bag and happily started writing.

When Viktor's side was almost over, the person in charge lifted the curtain and was about to speak, when Lambert stretched out his left hand towards him, made a stop gesture, and asked quickly:

"What are the No. 12 uses of dragon blood?"

"Stove cleaner." The man said the answer as soon as he opened his mouth. Lambert gave him a thumbs up. He quickly wrote the answer on the paper with the quill, then rolled the parchment and threw it into the schoolbag. Get up and tell him:

"Let's go, is it my turn?"

The man realized it later, yes, in fact, he came to inform him that it was his turn to appear next.

Lambert adjusted the cloak he was wearing to keep out the cold as the weather was getting colder, and followed him outside.

Harry had just finished a round of nervousness, and now he was nervous again.But this time it wasn't Pansy who interrupted his emotions, but the white cat that jumped onto his lap suddenly, meowing and pointing in the direction of the field with its front paws, as if telling him that he wanted to watch the game too of.

"Where the hell did you come here from, little one?" Harry smiled at it, lifting it over his shoulders so it could get a better look.

Big Meow licked his ears with satisfaction, and then, as if hugging a life-saving straw, his front paws hugged his head, his back feet stood on his shoulders, and he stood upright to watch Lambert's game.

Harry: ...

Unlike Draco, the Slytherin who played this time reached out to unbutton his cloak as he walked.

Onlookers: ...? ? ? ?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the majestic Triwizard competition arena, what do you want to do, young man? !

Soon they knew the answer, because the slender boy untied the cloak, turned it over and put it on himself again. As a result, on the surface of the dark green bottom, like the popular strokes on the sky, bright colors The dot suddenly fell to another corner and disappeared, and after falling neatly in a row——

His whole body disappeared into the air.

Pansy became excited again, this time grabbing Harry's arm and shaking it, almost falling off with the big cat on his shoulder: "This cloak is so beautiful! Harry Harry, you know Lambert When will he put this cloak on the market?"

Harry's head was full of black lines, and he struggled to pull his arm out of Pansy's hand, "Uh, you can ask him about this later."

In the end, he didn't wait for Pansy's answer, but he waited for the collective breathing of the people around him.

Turn around and look——

In the clouds above the irascible black dragon on the field, two long animals, one black and one white, suddenly appeared and rolled. The Hungarian Horntail seemed to feel their threat to itself, and it raised its head and continuously sprayed flames at them. , the wings spread uneasily by the side, as if planning to rush up to a duel with them at any time.

"Look! What's that?" There were various discussions in the auditorium.

As the only insider in the audience, Harry decided with an "uh" that he would put away his excess emotions for these two in the next match. Watching them match would be as thrilling as watching the Quidditch World Cup.

But in the bottom of my heart, I vaguely felt very happy, wishing that they could win every game so easily.

Just when the Hungarian Horntail was about to fly up to fight the two Chinese dragons in the air, it didn't notice at all that an egg thief was quietly approaching its egg nest.

Then, from the inside, secretly walked away the brightest one.

Ten seconds later, the boy returned to his original position, lifted his invisibility cloak, and lifted the golden egg high——

"Congratulations to Mr. Peverell for successfully completing the game! Look! Those two magical creatures in the sky have disappeared! Oh, maybe I can find out what they are from you later, boy!" Bagman enthusiastically The end of the first game came to an end.

at this time--

As if to celebrate his completion of the game, many soft things fell on his head, Lambert looked up, his face was black.

What is it that is falling in mid-air?Roses?

There is no other such coquettish thing in the world except Big Meow!

In the rain of roses, the black-haired boy accepted the scores from the four referees with a blank face:

Dumbledore, 10 points.

Bagman, 9.5 points.

Karkaroff, 7.5 points.

Maxim, 10 points.

kindness? ? ?

Madam Maxim actually gave him full marks?Why?Was it because the rain of roses pierced her innocent girl's heart?

Lambert walked blankly down the end-of-game aisle.

And in the audience, the Gryffindors who remained silent from beginning to end and didn't even have time to boo, there was a villain in their hearts stomping:

Hi!gas!

We can say that we are very unhappy to find that the two of you can pass the competition so easily!

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: Hey, fuck again!gas!

Harry: Hey, I was worried for a while, angry!

Gryffindor: Hey, they're not hurt, mad!

Draco: Then I can say that I am very happy.

Lambert, Harry, Gryffindor:  …