[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

What happened to women's clothing specialists!

I can make money from women's clothing!Can you!

Hey so mad!

Lambert didn't want to talk to him, and threw a blank stare at him, turned around and left!

Draco sneered behind his back, stepping up to follow his steps.

Throughout Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, Harry had been thinking about one question: where would he find a dance partner?

He is very grateful that he is not yet old enough to participate in the Triwizard Tournament-even though he has countless midnight dreaming moments when he fantasizes about being a warrior-otherwise, he would lead the dance at the Yule Ball at Hogwarts , that sounds like a nightmare.

Just look at what happened to Lambert recently.

After finishing the classwork assigned by Professor McGonagall, he grabbed the rooster that had turned into a black-haired mouse and put it in the cage, and handed it in on the podium. He came back and poked Lambert who was holding his head in a daze:

"Have you figured out who to invite as your Christmas dance partner?"

Lambert rested his chin on one hand, and his green eyes were full of laziness. He lazily turned his head to look at Harry. He had watched his distressed expression for a class before, and suddenly wanted to tease him:

"How about inviting you?"

When the boy's pretty face smiles, people always seem to see the picture of spring flowers blooming. Those calm and beautiful emerald eyes are like a lake blown by the breeze, with shallow ripples.

The blue ear diamond beside his ear added the icing on the cake to his beauty.

Harry suddenly understood at that moment how Hermione felt when he confessed his love.

Unsurprisingly, pink climbed all the way from the neck to the face, and the brain couldn't help but began to think of the scene when Lambert was really the lead dancer with him——

"No, no, no..." He looked at Lambert in horror with an expression on his face that was too beautiful to look directly at, and successfully made the man who was thinking of a prank laugh out loud.

Then Harry realized that he was rejecting his friend just now, and started to make up for it with difficulty: "I, I mean, the whole Slytherin, no, there are so many girls in Hogwarts who like you, you can definitely Find one of them as a partner and don't have to set your sights on me... right?"

Lambert waved his hands, and couldn't stop laughing. He never expected that Harry would answer himself so seriously, and after refusing, he would start to explain guiltily.

It's so cute.

Recently, no matter which class the classroom atmosphere is very restless, some teachers understand the excitement of the students, and they will simply give up teaching and let everyone move freely, or learn to dance with everyone when they are interested.

But there are also some professors who insist on implementing serious teaching concepts and maintain the same teaching content in the classroom as before. Professor McGonagall can obviously be included in this category.

So when Harry was discussing with Lambert, she pursed her lips in displeasure, and this action made the two wrinkles at the corners of her mouth even deeper:

"Peverell, Potter, even if you finish your homework, maybe I can count on you to pay attention to the time and find that it's not time for get out of class yet?"

Lambert suppressed his smile, nodded apologetically to Professor McGonagall, and exchanged glances with Harry, both of whom could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

-

Because of the Triwizard Tournament to be held this year, the annual Quidditch match at Hogwarts was cancelled, and Harry didn't need to participate in the Slytherin team's training during evening study time throughout the year.

In addition, there were very few homework left after class recently, which meant that he didn't even have to spend his evenings in the library or study room, so he could only return to the Slytherin cellar after evening classes.

Saying the password to the serpentine statue at the door of the cellar, a melodious music came out from behind the opened door. Harry walked in a little suspiciously, and saw that the Slytherin lounge had turned into a dance floor, and a couple in Slytherin The students in Raitlin wizard robes danced to the music leisurely.

The image made Harry feel like the whole world was reminding him of not having a partner.

He was so anxious that his head was going bald.

When passing through the line of these people, people kept saying hello to him, or inviting him to dance with him, but he refused with a smile.

Until this moment, Harry realized that there was something more important than a partner—

He can't dance.

During dinner, he heard the long Gryffindor table next to him complaining that Professor McGonagall's dance steps were so old-fashioned. At that time, he was still thinking about what his dean would teach with a sullen face. It wasn't until tonight when he saw the scene in the Slytherin lounge that Harry suddenly realized that in the Slytherin house, there is no such thing as not being able to dance.

Students of different grades gathered in twos and threes on the armchairs and sofa seats around them. The girls were discussing what to wear for Christmas, and maybe there might be something to see in Hogsmeade in two days. The boys were discussing in low voices The dance partner thing.

Lambert's painting style is still fresh and strange. He is eating caramel pudding alone in the corner of the sofa, and the white long-haired ragdoll cat in his arms is squatting and watching the small dance inside Slytherin.

This four-year supper career has completely left no trace of his weight and appearance, making many girls who have to go on a diet because of the upcoming prom grit their teeth when they see it.

Harry sat down next to him, thought for a while and whispered his embarrassment to him.At first, Lambert thought that something serious happened again, but he listened to it and found it. He patted Harry on the shoulder with a somewhat embarrassed expression, then turned his head and looked around the dance floor to find Blaise. Not surprisingly, I saw him dancing with a certain fifth grade girl.

Then he turned his head and saw Pansy among the girls. Lambert smiled and told the story from the air. Countless girls expressed their willingness to line up to teach Harry how to dance.

The whole Slytherin dance time turned into the teaching time of the Slytherin golden boy in an instant.

Rather than teaching Harry, they were more like teasing him. As a beginner, Harry was full of malice from the old drivers at different speeds, and he was dizzy in different rhythms until he stepped on Pansy and turned his face away. Person: "Congratulations, dear Harry, I announce that you have no female companions in Slytherin."

Harry stood there with his shoulders slumped in frustration, looked around and sighed, and said to himself: "Well, maybe I will be able to be with Crabbe and Goyle at that time. Those of the female companions will appear."

"What's the matter, Harry, come on, we welcome you to the dance food group." Crabbe raised his head from the pile of food, and happily opened his arms to the new alliance to show his welcome.

When Lambert saw this, he had to put down his fork and put the remaining half of the creme brulee on the table next to him. Big Meow sensed his plan in advance and jumped from him to squat on the arm of the sofa next to him.

He stood up and looked at the girls who were no longer willing to be stepped on by Harry, raised his eyebrows and walked towards Harry, and said to him jokingly:

"Look, you rejected me cruelly in the afternoon, and in the end I was the only one willing to let you step on me, tsk tsk."

Harry blushed again from being teased by him, this time mixed with guilt, but he was more concerned about another issue than his own face:

"What are you going to teach me?"

He thought that Lambert was going to teach him the boy's steps one by one, but he didn't expect Lambert to reply him without blinking: "Like them, in fact, your basic movements are almost the same, and you almost have a sense of rhythm. They messed up."

Lambert pulled out his wand and waved it at the phonograph not far away. The music was changed to a slower tune, which made many dance partners who were speeding up with the tune just now slow down subconsciously.

Lambert hooked his index finger to Harry, "Come on."

Pansy and Daphne, who were watching, clicked their tongues, and said with emotion: "I seem to see that Harry will not find a partner in the future, after all, there will be no one in Slytherin who is more patient than Lambert." .”

Daphne felt the same way, and made a very fair comment: "He's also a pretty good dancer—it seems like there's nothing wrong with their pair."

Astoria, who was sitting not far from the two of them, was thinking about the silhouettes of the two of them, wondering how likely it was that he would teach him if he told Lambert that he could not dance.

In fact, not only the onlookers thought so, Harry himself also felt that he and Lambert danced this dance without any sense of disobedience. After distracting his attention and pondering the reason, he finally attributed it to Lambert's height There is no sense of discord with oneself.

Of course, he would never tell Lambert such a big truth.

After the song was over, Harry looked up at the dark ceiling and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have found something..."

Lambert looked at him with a smile, and replied very straightforwardly: "If you don't find a sense of rhythm, then I can only attribute it to something wrong with your limb coordination—and I will never talk to you again. Dance the second time, because you always make your partner spin around when you disagree, listen to me, Harry, fix this habit of yours."

He felt like he was turning around and almost out of the mosquito coils!

There was a burst of sporadic applause all around. Lambert was walking towards the original sofa at that time, and took a moment to glance at the applauding person.

—Draco.

He also returned to the Slytherin cellar at some point, and seemed very interested in their teaching. After applauding the audience, he did not forget to send a comment:

"The girls danced well. It seems that I only need to worry about the style of your Christmas ball dress."

Lambert: ...? ? ?

Onlookers: ...? ? ? ! ! !

Harry looked back and forth between the two of them in a strange situation, and looked at Lambert with wide eyes belatedly, as if to confirm to him whether what Draco said was true.

Lambert stretched out his hand expressionlessly and threw the pillow on the sofa towards Draco's stinky face.

"You play too much, Draco, it's none of your business what I wear."

The light-blond Slytherin easily caught the pillow and put it aside, the corners of his lips curled up, and he replied more calmly than Lambert:

"I only agreed to something in the afternoon, and now you want to go back in public? This habit is not good, boy."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: I promise you hell!

Draco: You can read the chapter yourself, here - being my male partner can still be discussed, um, I agreed.

Lambert: ...Oh, why don't you read the second half of the sentence?What about the premise?Eaten by you?

Draco: [pretending not to hear]