[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The whole day after the game, everyone in Slytherin was extremely excited, and this emotion lasted until the evening. Lambert had just entered the Slytherin cellar when he was blasted in the face by Harry's salute.

Seeing the bewildered face of the black-haired Slytherin, everyone else in the lounge laughed kindly. Lambert saw another protagonist who also had a helpless face from the flying ribbons.

Draco encountered this battle just after returning from the study room at night, but seeing the joy on everyone's faces, even if he had no conscience, he would let them mess around for a while.

Not to mention Lambert, who has always been good-tempered towards others, was directly pulled into the middle by Harry, and stood side by side with Draco. Someone pushed out a huge fruitcake from the corner, and Slytherin started directly celebrate!

As if they had won the final victory.

Lambert, who hadn't celebrated his birthday for many years, never expected to cut the cake on such an occasion, avoiding the liquid sprayed from the wine bottle opened by someone next to him, Lambert tilted his head and asked Harry next to him: " Where did you get so many...?"

A white cat behind the sofa jumped onto Harry's back, climbed all the way to his shoulders, and "meowed" at Lambert as if inviting pets, its big black eyes were full of pride and pride.

"It's your credit?" Lambert stretched out his hand to grab the big cat. Unexpectedly, a naughty third grader not far away took this opportunity to weigh the cake in his hand, and raised his hand to Lambert's face. call up.

"Congratulations! Lambert!" With a shout, the fruitcake wrapped in snow-white and sweet cream flew straight towards him.

Harry was the first to see it, but he didn't intend to help him at all. He smiled and showed two rows of bright white teeth, and there was a wicked light in his green eyes.

In the end, he only felt that his waist was suddenly pulled back by a force, and the cake narrowly brushed past his cheek.

He was about to turn around to thank him, but he saw Draco withdraw his hand leisurely, stepped back a little, and was still standing behind him, turning his head and talking to Blaise at that time, without even looking in his direction, as if The person who reached out to help Lambert just now didn't seem to be him.

Lambert's heart was full of question marks, and he didn't quite understand why this guy who was unhappy with everyone, especially himself, suddenly kindly helped him?

——Could it be that he doesn't want someone to start this, so that others will be encouraged to use cake to paste him?

This possibility is still very high.

Lambert, who thought he had figured it out, turned back calmly, looked at the boy hiding among the crowd not far ahead, and looked at the third-year Slytherin with his beautiful eyes, Lambert yelled helplessly The other party's name seemed to be a warning, but the other party just smiled and didn't take it seriously at all.

Inspired by this behavior, Crabbe and Goyle seemed eager to try the feeling of using a handful of cakes to paste the two of them. After being called out by Draco's menacing words, they regretfully gave up this plan.

The big cat got off Harry's shoulders and climbed into Lambert's arms by himself.

Pansy and Daphne looked at each other with complicated eyes, and the girl with blond hair and big waves asked her little friend in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Did you see it just now?"

"I saw it."

However, the person who answered her question was not Pansy, but Astoria who walked to Daphne's side at some point.

The girl crossed her arms, and her beautiful face, which was different from Daphne's, was staring coldly at the black-haired boy surrounded in the center of the lounge. Because the light in the Slytherin cellar was not too bright, it only emitted a dark light in a restrained manner. But when the boy with a delicate face turns his head occasionally, the blue diamond that is directly irradiated by the light above his head will reflect a fleeting light at a certain angle.

"What are you doing here?" Daphne didn't like her sister very much, especially after hearing the news that her parents planned to get her engaged to Draco, she didn't like her even more.

"Obviously, we are on the same front now. Helping me get him will only be good for you, isn't it?" The girl who seemed a round younger spoke in a manner that was not low at all, and her voice was as sweet as a nightingale. But it's the taste you want to have.

Arrogant as Pansy, she has always been unable to bear the arrogance of other people speaking above her own, especially the feeling of domineering, so she immediately snorted coldly and replied as if deliberately provoking Astoria:

"Before that, you'd better pray first. The scene we saw just now is just Xiaolong's extremely rare display of his love for classmates."

"Of course." Astoria stared at Lambert's side face, raised her chin, and thought to herself, she must have this person.

In the entire Slytherin house, every pureblood is naturally proud of his blood or family status, or despises anything that can be despised, but only this person is gentle, without any inexplicable hostility, Not the gentleness of a good old man, his gentleness and carelessness all come from his great strength.

Astoria felt like she had discovered a rare treasure, and she wanted to monopolize this man's tenderness so much. It must be a very happy thing to be kept in her heart by such a person.

Many seniors are not bad in their own strength, but because of family inheritance or other reasons, Slytherin basically did not sign up for the Triwizard Tournament.

This made them full of curiosity about this game. When they found that the golden egg was still in the hands of Draco and Lambert, and they also heard that the secret of the next level was here, they strongly urged these two to reveal the secret. show them.

So Draco and Lambert handed over the golden egg, and after Lambert told Harry, "Open it at will", he quickly closed his ears and listened to the curse.

Draco had been single for many years, and his hand speed was also not slow, so Crabbe and Harry, who were in charge of opening the golden egg, were shaken into idiots by the screams at close range, and it took several seconds for them to react to close the golden egg.

The entire Slytherin common room fell silent for half a minute.

Everyone felt in a trance that their ears might have gone away from them.

It took a long time before someone pointed to the golden egg that was attacking with a devil's voice and asked, "...what is this?"

Somebody poked Harry in disbelief and asked him to hand over the golden egg, so that someone else could try to open it.

Harry couldn't wait for this, and hurriedly threw the hot potato out, covered his ears, and signaled them to go easy.

Within minutes, the Slytherin common room was filled with shrill screams, until the girls ordered no one to open it again.

"What the hell is that!" Pansy rubbed his ears very displeased, and asked Lambert and Draco.

Lambert withdrew the spell with a smile, and asked her to repeat the question before replying in a gentle tone: "I probably guessed it, but I won't tell you~"

Pansy: ...

The celebration lasted until [-]:[-] in the evening, and everyone finally retreated from their enthusiasm and reluctantly returned to their respective rooms.

-

When Lambert thought that he could just go to class every day and wait for the second project to start, one day Professor Snape suddenly announced to them that he would hold a Christmas ball this year.

Lambert: ...? ? ? ?

Day Oh!He forgot!At this Christmas ball, it seems that the warrior is still leading the dance!

I really want to criticize Dumbledore!

What a dance!Wouldn't it be nice for him to make money quietly in this kind of festival!What a dance!

man!Can you be a little more enterprising?

As a result, Lambert received countless prom invitations all the way after class, and he didn't know that there were so many girls in Slytherin until this time!There are so many girls in Hogwarts!

This actually included Ravenclaw's Zhang Qiu!

so sad--

It's not enough for you to hook up with Harry, do you want to catch me too?

After Lambert rejected her with a complicated expression, he hurried towards the classroom for the next class.

Suddenly met Ron Weasley from Gryffindor, and saw that the red-haired Weasley son didn't know if he was bullied too hard by Slytherin all the year round, and he actually held back at him without saying a word. Made a big move.

Trying to close his eyes, the freckled boy sneered at Lambert, and said eccentrically, "Isn't this Princess Slytherin? Maybe I can invite you to be my girlfriend at the Christmas ball?"

Lambert forgave him just by looking at his face, no matter how sarcasm it was.

"Weasley, I suggest you leave this honor to other girls, you know—on your terms, you may have to try a thousand times before you succeed. If you haven't found a partner by Christmas Eve, Then you come to me again—" Lambert smiled and kept a close distance from him, not even intending to draw out his wand.

"You will agree to it when I find you?" Obviously, Ron is not very comfortable with this kind of ridicule, otherwise he wouldn't foolishly jump into such an obvious pit.

Lambert nodded slightly, and replied: "I will consider lending you the female model in the shop window at that time."

Ron: ...! ! !

Seamus, who appeared next to him at some point, thought it was a scene where Lambert made things difficult for Ron. His temper was as fiery as a magic wand, without saying a word, he pulled out his wand and pointed at Lambert:

"Colloportus (quickly imprison)—!"

Lambert snorted coldly, and the spell on his body exploded as if it had hit some metal shell suddenly, causing him no harm at all.

Just as he was about to draw out his wand to fight back, a cold spell came from behind him:

"Locomotor Mortis!" hit Seamus directly.

He looked back, and Draco was pointing his wand in displeasure, walking in this direction, his face full of dissatisfaction with the situation.

"No wonder Pansy always said you were too gentle. As a qualified Slytherin, I thought I should at least do it—don't let these Gryffindors point their wands in your face?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: What's the matter with you!This chapter always steals my shots!

Draco: ... [Is it just the point of stealing the scene? 】

By: Point the Wax for Lambert.