[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Because of being affected by countless love letters from men, Lambert's work efficiency was greatly reduced that night, and he was busy until ten thirty. When Draco returned to the dormitory from the library, he opened the door and saw The black-haired youth sat on the carpet next to the sofa and yawned, while the ground around him was covered with countless papers.

Because every time he came back, he only saw Lambert teasing the cat for supper on the sofa, and Draco almost forgot that this man was still running a thriving clothing store in Diagon Alley.

Seeing his roommate come back, Lambert raised his hand and yawned, waved his wand, saw the time display, and looked down at the sales record chart in his hand. He was very disappointed to find that today's work actually cost him four hours. The hour is not done yet.

Then he saw how the rich second generation returned from studying actively, and he couldn't help but sighed.

Looking up at the person who came to put the books on the bedside bookcase, Lambert asked him slowly while rolling the parchment in his hand: "Are you taking a shower now?"

Draco glanced at him, twitched his lips and asked him, "What?"

"Give me 5 minutes if you're not in a hurry, I'm so sleepy." Too lazy to go to the bed to get the wand there, the boy sat there and quickly finished rolling the pile of parchment in his hand, put it in the paper tube in the corner, and lifted it from the ground. Standing up, he patted his robes, waiting for Draco's answer.

Draco nodded lightly: "5 minutes."

Lambert picked up his pajamas from the bed and walked to the bathroom, leaving Big Meow squatting on the sofa, his big black eyes glanced at the door of the bathroom, heard the sound of water flowing inside, and turned his head to look at the bathroom door. The fruit cake on the table, thinking in his heart anyway, Lambert must not remember that there is such a thing as supper, why not eat it secretly in these 5 minutes.

Just do it, it stretched out its claws, and moved towards the cake on the small table next to the sofa.

"I'll tell him." When Big Meow's claws were only a few centimeters away from the cake, a smile came from beside him.

The movements of the white puppet cat froze instantly, and it froze on the sofa into a cat sculpture.

Draco raised his eyebrows, and was not surprised to find that the cat could understand his own words—because the white cat retracted its paws nonchalantly after being stiff for a few seconds, and licked the pink paw with its tongue. Meat pad, pretend that the cat that tried to attack the owner's cake just now is not it.

Draco's eyes fell on the fruit cake over there, and he recalled Lambert's sleepy performance just now. He happened to be a little hungry after studying, and walked towards the small piece of cake by the table.

When Big Meow realized that the guy who was trying to sue had plans for the cake, he lowered his paws, looked at it with big black eyes, and gave him a faint "meow~".

As if to restore the previous dialogue to him: "I will tell him too."

Draco narrowed his silver-gray eyes, leaned over to look at it, and naturally pulled out his wand from his arms to face it, not feeling that it was too much for an adult to bully a cat: "Am I I need to get you a—"

The bathroom door opened, and Lambert came out yawning. Since he could find the direction of his bed with his eyes closed, he planned to walk to the bed with his eyes closed and fall down to sleep.

As soon as Big Miao saw him coming out, he jumped down from the sofa as if fleeing for his life, and rushed to his legs like a small shell, trying to climb up the legs of the pajama pants with flexible movements, and called "Meow" He spoke, as if complaining loudly.Draco straightened up, remembering that there was something he needed an answer for, and stepped over there.

Lambert bent down to pick up the white cat next to his leg that had failed several times because the fabric of his pajama pants was too slippery. He smiled when he heard the other party's voice, straightened up and opened his eyes lazily, looking for the cat to complain to. Where is the person, but the footsteps did not stop, and the head was half a beat slow due to sleepiness, and directly hugged the cat and bumped into Draco.

Taking two steps back, Lambert rubbed his forehead and said lazily, "Sorry, I didn't look at the road just now—but why are you bullying my cat while I'm not around?"

Draco didn't expect him to have the ability to walk with eyes closed. Although he stepped back half a step ahead of time, Lambert hit his chin and pressed the back of his right index finger against the mandible.

Hearing what Lambert said, he sneered, and said in a slightly raised tone:

"Where did this cat who tried to steal cake while you were away get the confidence to file a complaint first? Huh?"

Lambert glanced suspiciously at the cat in his arms, which was meowing triumphantly at Draco, then looked up at the boy opposite him, walked around him calmly towards the sofa, and said calmly: " I'm too lazy to care about you, my cake, no one is allowed to move."

Big Meow patted Lambert's hand with his paw angrily in his arms:

"Shameless! This man is too shameless! Obviously he wants to steal it!"

Lambert sat on the sofa and ate the cake happily, intending to finish this, brush his teeth and go to bed after Draco took a shower, it was so beautiful.

Unexpectedly, Draco suddenly threw a question at himself:

"The third project, do you still decide to participate?"

Lambert paused when he dug the cake, and looked up at the young man standing there. The wide Slytherin wizard robe fit him very well, and his face was more handsome than two years ago. There is no lack of nobility in her bones, and even the emotion in her eyes has not changed at all.

This scene reminded him of the time when he pressed him for his position in the first grade.

The corner of his lips curved into an arc, and the boy sitting on the sofa looked at him with gentle green eyes, thought for a while and said truthfully:

"No, don't ask me such a brain-burning thing now, Draco, my brain can't turn, so let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

So the light blond boy raised his eyebrows, went to his closet to get his nightgown, and headed towards the bathroom.

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At six o'clock the next morning, Lambert found that he was reminded by Draco that question was on his mind the whole night. Hearing the sound of getting up on the opposite bed, he asked, "Are you participating?"

The voice was nasal because of the early morning state.

Lambert always didn't get up until around eight o'clock, and he was still sleepy at this point. He didn't wait for the other party's answer, only heard a chuckle in a trance, opened his eyes with difficulty and searched around the room, just in time to see Draco go The figure of washing.

—What does laughing mean?To go or not to go?

Feeling that the other party was inexplicable, Lambert turned over and decided to make up for a few hours.

As a result, he had just buried himself in the quilt. He sorted out his memory carefully, sat up sleepily from the quilt, and cleared his mind. After Draco came out of the bathroom, he reminded in a daze:

"The trophy is the door key. If you keep your original position, then you don't touch the trophy."

Seeing him sitting there so sleepy and yawning repeatedly, Draco paused when he opened his lips, swallowed back the sarcasm that came to his lips, and replaced it with an understatement "I know."

Then I saw the boy fall back on the bed without hesitation.

The light-blond Slytherin stood on the spot watching this scene, didn't move for nearly half a minute, recalled many scenes, and finally stopped at the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, when the person in front of him threw himself at the bottom of the lake asking for help moment of gaze.

Then, as if the camera slowed down, frame by frame transitioned to the confrontation with the mermaid, and then he hugged and swam away.

Half a minute later, the young man with silver-gray eyes clicked his tongue in displeasure. Thinking of what he said to the sixth-year Slytherin just yesterday, he wanted to change his words.

Walking back to his place, Draco took the book he was going to use today from the bookcase next to the bed, and walked towards the door.

On Lambert's bedside, the white long-haired ragdoll cat opened its eyes and looked around, then sneaked out its head and scanned the room to make sure that Draco had gone out. The whole cat lazily scratched its belly with its hind feet, thinking about what it was that it just saw.

Ten past eight.

Lambert finally felt that he was not so sleepy, turned over and got off the bed, stepped on his slippers and was about to wash his face when he saw the big cat jumping to his hand, tilting his head up and telling him:

"Did you know! This morning your roommate stared at you for a long time while you were asleep! His eyes are so weird!"

The news was really horrifying, and Lambert thought about whether he had done something to offend Draco, so that the other party wanted to do it while he was sleeping.

After 1 minute, he frowned and came to a conclusion - no, he was kindly reminded to come in the morning.

Could it be that Draco has decided to stand firmly on Voldemort's side?

This thought made him sweat instantly, and his drowsiness disappeared. He began to think about whether the other party had any unusual behavior recently.

Well, his personality is still as bad as ever, and his mouth is still very poisonous.

But it seems that I helped myself in the second item, huh?

Lambert began to think about whether his friendship with Draco for so many years would make Draco sell his affairs to Voldemort in a blink of an eye.

Three seconds later Lambert came to the sad conclusion that he and Draco didn't have any so-called friendship, there was something like seeing each other and hating each other.

Looking at the beautiful and delicate face in the mirror, Lambert thought of those bad letters, wiped his face and said to himself:

"Forget it, it's better not to be victimized by paranoia, let's talk about it when we see the facts."

At worst, he hugged his son's thigh tightly, there was no way, he was just so cowardly.

After tidying himself up, Lambert walked out of the room with his potions textbook.

The end-of-semester test was approaching, and Harry had apparently become obsessed with studying recently. Lambert ate at the long Slytherin table for 5 minutes before he saw him rushing in from the auditorium with a book in his arms.

After putting several stupid books in his hand on the table, Harry just sat down, and a glass of pumpkin juice was handed to him beside him. Harry quickly thanked him, took a few sips and drank it, and looked enviously at Lambert next to him. special:

"I heard that warriors don't have to take the exam."

Lambert looked up at the blue sky and white clouds on the ceiling of the auditorium, and remembered that Dumbledore had said such a thing, what was the scene at that time——

After a while, he turned his head to meet Harry's eyes, and replied with a dry smile:

"But I refused the request at the time, and told Dumbledore that I was fully capable of taking the final test." It was all Draco's fault for prodding him.

Facing the puzzlement on Harry's face, Lambert put his hand on his face:

"Okay, don't talk about it, I know that my decision is very stupid."

Harry lifted his hand away from his face, allowing him to see his expression clearly: Why can't you think about it?

Lambert refused to look at his expression, and turned to focus on his breakfast.

Half a minute later, the owl started today's routine airdrop. Lambert quickly poked the last sandwich on the plate into his mouth, looked at the mountains of snowflakes piled up in front of him, pulled out his wand and pointed it at them, thinking about a spell At that time, a lazy voice came along with a flash of fire:

"Incendio (Flaming Flame) - terrible potion smell, you can't really expect good taste from these people."

The pile of papers began to burn without smoke, and soon there was no ashes to be found because of the magic. Fortunately, it did not affect the surrounding people.

Lambert looked at the pile of love letters that turned into nothing faster than before. He looked up and saw the light-blond Slytherin who came here. Thinking of what Big Meow said in the morning, he hesitated for a long time before he said:

"……thanks?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Author: Feeling sorry for Draco, just trying to chase someone!The result... tsk tsk.

Harry: Light the wax for Draco.

Astoria, Daphne, Pansy: So happy.

Draco's Rivals: Hey, how angry!Are you not interested!What a rule!