[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

For the guy who needed to use a question to thank him, Draco's answer was to withdraw his wand expressionlessly, sit down at the long Slytherin table, and start to enjoy his own breakfast.

People in many corners of Hogwarts noticed this scene, and several of them immediately changed their expressions, and began to wonder what Draco meant by this action.

From that day on, Lambert and Harry lived together in the library. This time, it was the end-of-semester crying group without Miss Hermione. The bill from the Ling Pavilion lay on the pile of gold coins to study.

However, just when he thought he could wait for the third project in such a rhythm of obsessive study, news spread inside Hogwarts one morning broke his plan.

—Mr. Barty Crouch is crazy.

That morning, Harry was almost late for the first class, and when he rushed to the classroom with a bad face, he was unceremoniously warned by Professor McGonagall.

Lambert looked worriedly at the blackness under his eyes, wrote a sentence on the parchment and handed it to him: "What's going on?"

Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall's back, shook his head slightly at Lambert, and signaled him to talk about it after class.Lambert nodded, and he was a little absent-minded throughout the review class. When the bell for the end of get out of class came to his ears, it was no less than hearing the sound of nature.

The two avoided the way to the auditorium, and chose to go around the remote corridors. Harry looked at the passages with only armor and torches left on both sides, walked to the windowless window, and said to Lambert: "Last night I I had a strange dream."

Lambert's heart skipped a beat, and his emerald green eyes met Harry's eyes of the same color under the lenses, indicating that he was listening carefully.

Harry didn't seem to know how to organize the words to express his feelings, because it was too weird and scary.

"I dreamed that I was transformed into a snake, and I heard a hoarse voice, surrounded by men in black robes... I heard them call the hoarse voice 'Master', and I saw a buff A man with hair about the same color as Mr. Crouch moved up to the voice...then there was a clearing with strange symbols drawn on it, a huge cauldron burning on a bonfire, and then..." Harry Looking out the window, his voice was a little low, and he began to talk about his dream with a little depression.

Because what happened inside was too weird and terrifying, so he remembered it clearly, and even felt that when he closed his eyes, it was the reappearance of this scene.

"Relax, Harry, don't worry, you're already awake." Lambert put his right hand on his shoulder, comforting him, but at the same time he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, so that he couldn't say anything Say the phrase 'it's just a dream'.

Why, Barty Crouch Jr. appeared beside Voldemort?So who is that Mad-Eye now?

Harry swallowed, knowing he had to get the point across, and though Lambert had listened patiently to him, he was worried that Lambert would find it too horrifying to call it a mere Be it a dream—yes, even though Lambert valued him very much, this matter was unbelievable even when he thought about it.

But he had to speak out.

"The man, the fair-haired man, he died... and then... I saw Voldemort, his face emerging from that cauldron, and I swam towards him, and when I saw his eyes, I felt The scar on my forehead was extremely painful, and I woke up afterwards, in fact, I also feel that my brain is groggy now..."

Lambert's heart was full of shit.

It's over, he's made a big mistake.

Harry saw that his expression became extremely serious. The last time this happened was in the first grade. Lambert withdrew his hand on his shoulder and took the lead in heading for the stairs: "We have to go now Find Dumbledore, Harry, he's alive."

"What?!" Harry quickly followed him, not knowing how Lambert came to this conclusion.

"I was too preconceived, I should have found out earlier..." Lambert just patted his forehead, and speeded up his pace again very annoyed, heading for the principal's office on the top floor.

The two people who rushed to the door of the principal's office at the fastest speed looked at the two stone lions next to the entrance. Lambert frowned, and finally called out in a low voice: "Ig?"

An old voice came from the pocket watch under the wizard robe on his chest: "Heap of cockroaches."

The stone lion came alive and jumped to the two sides, and the spiral staircase in the middle began to rise.

Harry showed an incredulous expression at the password, and followed Lambert up the spiral staircase.Perhaps it was because the matter was so important, the black-haired boy walking in front looked down at the stairs, but he had already started calling Dumbledore:

"Mr. Dumbledore—"

As a result, the two people who had just walked into the principal's office looked at everyone in the entire office.

There are Professor Snape, Draco, Mad-Eye Moody, Professor McGonagall, and the Weasleys who came from nowhere, Sirius Black...

Lambert blinked, still panting lightly, his chest heaving slightly, looked at them left and right, swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and asked with a smile:

"Uh, did I interrupt your party?"

Standing behind the middle desk, Dumbledore saw the figures of Lambert and Harry, he smiled kindly and smoothed things over: "Oh, how come, you came just in time, Lambert, Harry— —It seems that you are also for the same thing."

Lambert looked towards Draco strangely, but it was obvious that another matter was more important right now, he took a deep breath, and said the answer:

"That man has come back to life."

Harry was afraid that Dumbledore would not believe what Lambert said, so he added behind him: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

Regardless of the uncomfortable feeling on his hand due to the hot Dark Mark, Snape looked at Harry with a sullen face, his black eyes were bottomless, he lifted his lips, and said ironically: "Very Well, maybe you don't mind telling your Headmaster—how on earth do you know things thousands of miles away in Hogwarts?"

The sharp words made Harry pause for a moment. After all, he was facing his own cold-faced dean. He felt that he would be laughed at for saying this reason.

But that's the truth, he had to speak: "It's a dream, professor, I saw his resurrection scene, and a man who looked similar to Mr. Crouch died."

Lambert fixed his eyes on Moody in the crowd, and after Harry finished speaking, he calmly interjected:

"Sorry, Professor Moody, I still doubt your identity—"

Draco snorted lightly, looked at him lazily, and said in a lazily elongated tone: "Before you came, Lambert, we've confirmed it."

"As Mr. Malfoy said, I am going to tell you about this. Mr. Barty Crouch Jr. should have left Hogwarts temporarily under the pretext of looking for him from the Ministry of Magic three days ago. The real Professor Moody this morning , just crawled out of his basement-like box." As Dumbledore spoke, Moody snorted unhappily, because it was obviously a humiliation for him to be folded in the hands of such a guy.

Lambert and Harry looked at each other tacitly, and then looked at the crowd gathered in Dumbledore's office, waiting for them to tell the reason for gathering here.

Dumbledore obviously did not disappoint them, and expressed his decision:

"It's time to announce to the magic world that that person has returned."

Snape saw that several students in his college had participated in Dumbledore's incident, and his expression was quite bad, and he also disapproved of Dumbledore and Voldemort going to war before they were ready.

More than ten years ago, because he blindly trusted this person, he caused his most important person to die under that person's spell. More than ten years later, he didn't want that person's only descendant to rush to the same end.

Professor McGonagall was rarely on the same side as Professor Snape, and looked at Harry and Lambert with serious disapproval:

"They're still children, Albus, and even if the Order doesn't have enough men, you shouldn't let them join this war."

"Oh, Minerva, you can rest assured that as long as I am alive, I will not let them face such a cruel thing--Lambert, Harry, Draco, I believe you have heard, the next I'm afraid I can't invite you to participate in the conversation." Dumbledore shortened the address for Draco according to the context in a timely manner, but seeing Draco's expression, he seemed a little uncomfortable with the kindness from the headmaster.

Lambert only heard the voice of the headmaster raising the death flag.

"Half an hour later, Lambert, Draco, you two come to my office." Just as they were about to leave, Professor Snape's voice came from behind them.

Harry looked worried about the outcome of their meeting, but he had to walk out of the headmaster's office with Lambert and Draco, after all, he was not the only one who was underestimated because of his age.

"Why are you here?" Lambert still felt strange about seeing Draco in the principal's office, turning to look at him as he walked.

Draco hooked the corner of his lips, squinted at him, and replied lazily:

"Sorry, there's no rule saying that I'm not allowed to enter or leave the principal's office?"

Lambert knew that he didn't want to say the answer, so he paused for a moment, and then asked another question: "Well, then you know that Professor Snape just now..."

Before he finished speaking, he was avoided by Draco holding his shoulders in his direction, avoiding the bow and arrow rack extending from the hand of the roadside armor.

"I'm surprised that you still don't know the basics of walking and seeing the road at this age, Lambert, no wonder Dumbledore has repeatedly discriminated against our age."

Harry on the other side of Draco closed his mouth again before he could say anything, heaving a sigh of relief, after all, he almost saw his good friend's prosperous beauty destroyed in one go, that scene was really horrible.

After Lambert stood still, he stretched out his hand and patted Draco's hand off his shoulder, pretending that the situation of not looking at the road just now did not exist, and naturally completed his own words:

"Do you know what Professor Snape told us to do just now?"