[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Lambert looked at him strangely, and pulled out the ash wand from his side. Just as he was about to say something, a man came limping and aggressively from the other side of the courtyard. A white light was thrown aggressively from here: "I don't like people who cast spells when they don't have time—"

If Lambert had stood still, the spell would have passed by his face and landed straight on Draco next to him.

It has to be said that Moody's ability to control the spell can be said to be perfect because of his status as an Auror all the year round.

However, when the spell hit that direction, Lambert didn't know what to think, or he didn't have time to think at all, so he subconsciously took a step forward, raising his hand to block the white light.

Everyone seemed to hear the sound of an ice crack, or the sound of a crack in a piece of intact glass.

The spell hit the back of Lambert's hand. No one knew why this Slytherin was like a spell immune body. There were obviously many types of spells, and they were subdivided even more varied, but he seemed to always be able to do better than Others imagined more, so that anyone who attacked him would think that his defense had no loopholes.

He glanced at the slightly tingling and red back of his hand—because the effect of the Transfiguration Curse was too powerful to be completely counteracted, he turned sideways to look at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor approaching from a distance, his emerald green eyes were cold Like the Black Lake in Hogwarts in winter, there is no trace of a smile on the face:

"Professor Moody, if I remember correctly, Hogwarts' school regulations clearly mention that teachers are not allowed to punish students with the Transfiguration Curse. Can I understand your aggressive behavior today as——Your personal inappropriateness to students What about the attack?"

Ron on the opposite side couldn't grasp the situation. He raised and lowered his wand several times. He swore he had never seen the black-haired Slytherin so angry. At some point, the raging atmosphere showed how bad his mood was at the moment.

No one had seen Lambert completely enraged.

At that moment, Ron wondered if the other party would suddenly throw out a bunch of magic attack items like they had so many magic resistance items, and blow up the entire Hogwarts to the ground.

"Moody, I'm assuming I heard what Mr. Peverell just said right--you've used unacceptable punishments on students of my academy, or warriors who participated in the Triwizard Tournament as a symbol of the school's honor, that's it. Is it?" Professor Snape quickly appeared here from a distance, perhaps because the time period of the Triwizard Tournament is too sensitive, the deans of each college are restraining their students to reduce the number of disturbances, so that they can Make a better impression over the other two schools.

That is to say, once there is a conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin students, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape will rush to the scene in two-thirds of the time shorter than usual.

Professor Snape's face was heavy, as if black water could be wrung out, and although the tone of the deliberately drawn out voice rose slightly, it had an unparalleled deterrent force.

Of course, how could Mad-Eye be afraid of Snape's threat?

He sneered and retorted: "What I have seen is that the so-called 'excellent students' of your college are the first to attack unsuspecting classmates with despicable spells. As a teacher, I think it is reasonable to use reasonable means to deal with such students— "

"I'm sorry to interrupt your wishful thinking, Professor." Lambert interrupted Moody blankly, "In fact, it was Gryffindor's classmate Seamus who attacked me first, and Draco did it." Counterattack back, if you have doubts about this fact, I don't mind taking the memories of the four of us at the same time to confront you?"

"Then, fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your despicable behavior of attacking your classmates." Snape glanced at Lambert and Draco next to him, and after finding that they seemed to be safe and sound, Finally, he still has the mood to deduct points from Gryffindor.

Seamus blushed, apparently not knowing how to refute Lambert's words—or rather, he didn't know how to accomplish such a difficult thing as lying under the watchful eyes of Professor Snape's black bat.

"As for you, Moody, maybe we need to go to Dumbledore and talk about your misbehavior today - maybe it will clear your crazy mind a bit and realize that this is Hogwarts, not pampering you Messy Ministry of Magic." Snape stood in front of Lambert expressionlessly, and looked at Moody instead of the two of them, and assumed the posture that as long as the other party didn't leave, he would never move away. look like.

Moody's wandering magical eyes were a terrifying blue, as if they could see through Snape and see the two students behind him.

"I apologize to you, Mr. Peverell, for my arbitrariness." No one expected him to say this suddenly after a long while.

Snape snorted coldly, Draco raised his eyebrows slightly, and as a result, Lambert calmly moved aside from behind Snape, looked straight at Moody and replied:

"You should apologize to Draco, Professor, if I'm not mistaken, the trajectory of the spell ended up going towards him."

Hearing Lambert's words, Snape snorted again: "Congratulations, Moody, you have successfully won the hostility of our school's biggest principal, and I believe that you can face the enemy bravely——should also You wouldn't mind being brave enough to admit your mistakes at the school board, would you?"

The beggar-haired professor nodded frankly: "Of course, paying for the mistakes you make is something every adult should learn—by the way, I apologize for my inappropriate behavior, Mr. Malfoy .”

Draco, who was unusually silent from the beginning to the end, suddenly smiled at this moment, his pale and handsome face did not detract from his beauty even if he maintained a full of irony all year round.

The lazy voice rose slightly like his godfather, carrying full arrogance and disdain:

"That's not necessary, I dare not accept an apology from such a great Oro, how could you make a mistake?"

Moody's expression was not very good, but no one seemed to care about his expression.

So he smacked his mouth, turned around angrily, and headed towards the stairs first, followed by Professor Snape, took two steps, and added something back as if he had forgotten something important :

"Twenty points from Slytherin, for your excellent ability to use spells."

Ron, Seamus: "..." very angry and unable to smile anymore.

Lambert didn't care so much, he calmed down slowly, turned around and wanted to continue to the classroom for the next class, the person next to him laughed, and his tone was a usual sneer:

"It seems that you have been very helpful in Slytherin these two years."

That skillful movement is not the first time to help someone block a knife, it can be called a familiarity.

As a result, Lambert just gave him a flat look, and followed his words in response: "Yes."

Draco suddenly didn't know how to answer, so he pretended to be nonchalant and walked side by side with the other party to the classroom for the next class.

That's not what he wanted to say. In other words, he actually wanted to thank him, but he was used to not saying good things when facing Lambert.

It was also at this time that Draco really felt the tenderness of this person—a word that Pansy had always emphasized, but he had never seriously examined.

Maybe it's just because he's a Slytherin himself, or maybe it's just because Lambert can do it himself, so he'll do it conveniently, regardless of whether he can get something in return, or even if the other party doesn't appreciate it.

——He was just insisting on doing what he thought was right.

In fact, it had been like that since Draco first met him.

It's just that he didn't expect that after staying in Slytherin for such a long time, this person hasn't changed at all, but he is more mature than when he was in the first grade.

After Professor Snape appeared just now, Draco's attention was diverted from Moody, and he began to think about Lambert instead.

Then he was a little surprised to find that he understood why Astoria would like Lambert.

It's just that not many people in Slytherin will notice him.

Even if you look at the entire Hogwarts, there should be no one like him.

He has always been a person who can afford to let go, so he stared at the back of the black-haired young man walking forward, and called him slowly.

Lambert looked back suspiciously, only to hear Draco unhurriedly say, "Thank you for what happened just now."

Lambert: ...! ! ! ? ? ?

Then he stared at Draco in horror, wondering what the man had taken wrongly today.

Not only did he not say that he was nosy, but he also said thank you?And it's not the kind of tone that Lao Tzu rewards you?

So he hesitated for a long time, and tentatively replied: "You're welcome?" The standard intonation of a question sentence is correct.

It is more standard than elementary school English listening.

Draco's little gratitude disappeared in an instant, and he bent his eyes with a half-smile, and recovered his nature and asked Lambert another topic:

"As a Slytherin princess, why don't you come to be my prom partner in order to save people from other houses?"

Lambert rolled his eyes back at him, and replied blankly: "It's still negotiable to be your male partner at the ball—and the premise is that you wear women's clothing and you dance women's steps."

Draco's thin lips curled into a perfect smirk: "I seem to have heard the best joke of the year - a professional in women's clothing, asking for a male step?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: What's up, do you have any issues with the women's clothing mogul?

Draco: Opinions all over.

Harry: ... Isn't the question, why do you two let the girls in the whole house go, and end up hurting each other?

Lambert, Draco: ...that makes sense.