[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Lambert sat on the sofa, staring at him with wide-eyed surprise. Even the big cat jumped into his arms and was so scared that he almost missed it. The beautifully shaped eyes revealed the following information straightforwardly:

[Show face, I'm talking about dancing with you if you wear women's clothes? 】

Draco turned his head away, and leaned on the sofa with his arms crossed, pretending to close his eyes and meditate.

The entire Slytherin lounge fell into dead silence, and all the girls looked at each other, wondering if what Draco said was true.

——But Lambert didn't directly refute it, as if he had acquiesced?

Young birthday!The two most beautiful men in all of us in Slytherin actually choose to digest internally? !

Do you think all of us girls are dead!

Lambert quickly regretted that he hadn't contradicted Draco in public.

Because word spread throughout Hogwarts the next day, the two fourth-year Slytherins who participated in this year's Triwizard Tournament decided to dance together at this year's Yule Ball.

Among these four warriors, in terms of how troublesome they are, they obey their own school!

Although I don't know why the "Daily Prophet"'s enthusiasm for the big news has suddenly disappeared recently, but judging from the various deeds of Lambert and Draco who are unwilling to be silent, they are already the headlines in everyone's minds!

If Colin hadn't been taught bad enough by Alice, he would have come to take photos of Lambert and interview him with his precious camera.

It's a good thing he didn't, otherwise he would have experienced the once-in-a-century outburst of the best-tempered Slytherin.

Lambert's mood has continued to be bad since last night, and it has dropped to a low point, because the entire Slytherin agrees that he and Draco are Christmas dance partners, and no girl will ask him to be a dance partner because she thinks she is ignorant ——No one can't think of robbing Draco.

Except Astoria.

If Lambert still decides to find a dance partner in Slytherin, he will face the most difficult moment of his life:

Draco, or Draco's wife.

Sorry, he chose to die.

With such a mood in mind, on the way to Hogsmeade with Harry, he made a list of girls from other colleges in his mind expressionlessly, and then thought about who would be better to invite.

Looking at his pretty face, Harry hesitated to speak several times, but finally fell silent.

The two of them met Hermione and another Ravenclaw Luna in the Three Broomsticks bar. The two of them seemed to be discussing some academic knowledge. The amount of liquid in the large glass—by visual estimation, it has already reached the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.

There were still two vacant seats across from the two of them. Harry and Lambert looked around at the full seats, walked over to greet them both, and then sat down at the table as well.

Hermione was arguing with Luna, but when she saw Lambert, her expression froze, and then she came ashore from the ocean of knowledge like never before, and she talked to Lambert about the biggest gossip in Hogwarts today. : "I heard that you and Malfoy rejected the invitation of all the girls in the academy, and plan to attend the Christmas ball together?"

Harry snorted the butterbeer he had just served, and spit out a big bubble at the mouth of the glass.

Then he quickly raised his face to make amends: "Don't mention this in front of him, Hermione—"

The smile on Lambert's face remained unchanged, as if his mood was completely unaffected by Hermione's words - but Harry guessed that his expression had froze, after all, from the girl he liked There, I heard that I and another man were suspected of disturbing the daily routine, which would be a shock to any straight man.

"Where did you hear the rumor?" Lambert asked with a stiff smile.

rumor?

Hermione looked at his expression, and there was suspicion in the beautiful eyes of the girl with dark brown curly hair: Could it be that those people are really spreading rumors?She has seen how these people can describe a thing as beyond recognition, and almost thought it was a fake thing.

Until the pretty girl with a pale face next to her shook her head, and said in a light, ethereal voice like a feather floating in the air: "No, some people in our college mustered up the courage to invite Malfoy this morning, and he was at that time Said 'My partner will only be Lambert' - I'm afraid that rumor has a very high degree of truth."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, she saw the beautiful black-haired boy on the opposite side reach out and press his head, then turned to look at Harry, who was addicted to the delicious butter beer and couldn't help himself, pretending to look affectionately at Harry, but actually refuting his own words : "Then let Draco wishful thinking, Harry, come on, promise me, go to the ball with me, just let Draco dance with himself."

Harry immediately put the butterbeer on the table, his green eyes were full of begging for mercy, and he made a big cross with his hands on his chest:

"No! Don't get me involved in the two of you, I'm innocent."

"That's not what you said last night." Lambert clicked his tongue, and dropped the sentence to Harry very unhappy, then turned his head and took a gulp of his own glass of butterbeer gloomily.

Harry was so frightened by his words that he almost jumped up from his seat, his green pupils behind the glasses were wide open, very innocent: "Hey! Lambert, if you talk so nonsense again, I will..."

As a result, he didn't think about what kind of cruel words to throw for a long time.

After that, Harry saw his little friend trying to invite Hermione without giving up, and he got the answer that the other party already had a partner, and then he invited Luna again, still with the same answer.

And this upright Ravenclaw girl didn't forget to make up the knife after rejecting him:

"In my opinion, in the whole of Slytherin, or Hogwarts, there are basically no girls who can muster the courage to compete with Master Malfoy."

No, girls, there are, such as his wife.

Lambert retorted inwardly.

Hermione thought for a long time, and came to a conclusion on a whim: "Actually, there is still one house that can ignore Slytherin."

Before she could say the answer, Lambert gave her a timely stop gesture: "No, don't say that answer, Hermione, I refuse."

Invite Gryffindor girls as dance partners, and the Slytherin girls will tear his hands apart when he goes back.

It's not enough to reject their dream prince, but they have to go to the hostile academy to find a dance partner, what do you want?Betrayed Slytherin?

So Hermione shrugged helplessly, and threw the final judgment at him:

"Then you have no choice but to accept reality, boy."

Lambert felt that part of the content would be deleted from his memory, and there might be a G content in it, and the title was: Those Years of Unforgettable Christmas Balls, Strikethrough Dance Partner Draco Strikethrough.

After bidding farewell to Hermione and Luna, he and Harry went to the Honeydukes' hut to buy some candies and chocolates, and then followed the sleet that fell from the sky at an unknown time, all the way to Hogwarts campus walk.

Lambert thought the paper bags in his hand were troublesome, so he cast a shrinking spell on them and stuffed them into his pockets. Harry wore thick gloves and held an umbrella to cover the damp and cold above their heads. Lambert thought for a while , cast a warming spell on the two of them.

"What do you want to say to me?" Lambert's eyes wandered aimlessly on the high snowdrifts that were swept up on both sides of the road, and he suddenly threw out such a sentence, making Harry completely unable to understand his meaning.

He blinked, recalling the thought that popped up before him, cleared his throat, hesitation flashed in the eyes of the same color as Lambert, and finally he said tentatively:

"You make sure you won't get angry after hearing it."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he saw the handsome boy who was half a head shorter than him wrinkled his nose slightly, and said to himself in that soft voice:

"I don't know why, hearing your premise——I suddenly have a bad feeling about what you're going to say next."

"Have you ever thought that Draco might be to you—" People are like this, when you don't know what to say, if the other party stops you from speaking, then you have to say everything!

That was Harry, but Lambert cut him off mid-sentence.

"Stop! Don't talk about terrifying hypotheses, and don't mention this name in the short term, Harry." Lambert shook his head, and raised his gloved right hand to stop Harry slightly.

Looking at his calm expression, Harry realized something belatedly.

——Yes, Lambert has always been very smart, and he takes good care of the people around him. If it is a problem that he can notice, there is no reason why he would not notice it.

If Lambert could read Harry's mind, he would definitely throw five words at this time: You think too much.

But he couldn't, so he interrupted Harry casually just out of the headache of hearing Draco's name, which made him much duller than usual, and he didn't realize until very late that Harry wanted to say of this matter.

Until the day of the Yule Ball—

Almost from the beginning of the day, the girls in all schools chose to stay indoors and play with their looks tonight. Some even decided not to deal with food for the whole day in order to temporarily maintain their body shape.

Lambert's New Year's Christmas suits launched in advance, the magic version and the normal version were both sold well, but he didn't start thinking about what to wear at night in his room until the afternoon.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the light-blond Slytherin came back from the library on time, and when he opened the door, he saw that the black-haired boy was not as hurried as the many boys he saw when he walked all the way from the Slytherin lounge. Sitting on the silver-green carpet without any haste, unwrapping this year's Christmas presents, the white puppet cat is playing with the dark green ribbons that have been removed beside him.

"I'm assuming you really don't want to wear women's clothes, Lambert, when are you going to start looking yourself up?"

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small theater:

Lambert [holding his chin]: Because I'm waiting for you to come back and wear women's clothes.

Draco [sneering]: Wake up, if there must be one of us in women's clothing, it must be you.