[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

After finally getting through the foggy week of exams, it's time for Hogwarts to announce this year's House Cup.

You only need to look at the hourglass at the end of the corridor to know that this year's House Cup still belongs to Slytherin. It has been a practice for many years to turn all the decorations of the auditorium into silver and green. Only Gryffindor is still struggling to express his displeasure—— Even if the number of hourglasses is the least of them.

It was still an incomparably sumptuous dinner, and the enthusiasm of the house elves seemed to have not faded away from the departure of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's guests, but because of what Dumbledore announced some time ago, it always made many people Seeing this table full of sumptuous dishes reminds me of the five characters "Last Supper".

Facing the greasy meat on the table, Pansy threw down the fork without appetite, raised her right hand and pulled her shoulder-length black short hair behind her ear, revealing her fierce and arrogant face, with domineering dark brown near-black eyes watching Lambert and the others on the opposite side asked, "What are your plans for this holiday?"

The candlelight hanging in mid-air in the auditorium hall brightened the spacious interior, and fell on the face of the black-haired young man opposite the long Slytherin table, painting a layer of soft light on his soft and beautiful face, with a gentle green outline The warm light in the eyes is covered by the black eyelashes like small brushes, like the best emeralds are hidden in the dark, but the blue ear diamond hidden under the broken hair by the ear meets the candlelight on the opposite side, A star's light is particularly dazzling.

Hearing Pan Xi's words, he raised his head slightly, and his fair face appeared under the bright candlelight. The impact of facing that face made many people who had not seen him many times stunned for several seconds, only to hear him calm down. He said, "Make money."

Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, it can't stop him from making money.

Harry next to him couldn't help but raised his head from the plate with luncheon meat, his eyes of the same color were clear and clear, as if thinking of something, he reminded him in a low voice:

"You no longer think about 'that invitation'..."

Lambert looked down at the fried chicken legs on the plate, the knife in his right hand was beautifully twisted, and he said very calmly: "I don't think about it, I agree."

So, the boy with glasses with a slightly wider face and curly black hair on his forehead responded, "Okay..."

In fact, what he wants to say is, since you agreed, where will you have the time to make money?

But thinking of his friend's ability to launch a mermaid suit in every Triwizard Tournament, he swallowed his words silently.

Pansy watched the two people on the opposite side walk into the exclusive channel without saying a word, and turned to Draco next to him with some displeasure. This light-blond Slytherin somehow learned to block others at the dinner table. Conversational skills, as long as no one asks him about it, he will never say a word—of course, except for the sarcasm as usual when insulting Lambert.

"Draco?"

It turned out that the handsome young man with a pale complexion just curled his lips slightly. He was cutting the ham on the plate slowly. After a pause, he lazily elongated his voice and replied:

"Pansy, please keep the gentlemen around you a little mysterious. This will help them maintain their charm."

Pansy wanted to roll her eyes at him.

A woman's sixth sense told her that among the top boys in the fourth grade of Slytherin, there was a secret she didn't know.

This made her feel extremely uncomfortable, but it was absolutely impossible for her to get anything out of these people's mouths, so she could only lower her head unhappily and poke the cup of pudding in front of her, sulking alone.

Daphne was sitting next to her, blinking her light eyelashes, turning a blind eye to the scene just now, talking to Pansy about her vacation plans with a smile.

The black-haired girl's anger came and went quickly, and she quickly picked up her mood and chatted happily with her.

-

The test results at the end of the fourth year came out just as they were leaving on the Hogwarts Express, and Lambert only glanced at the report card before putting it away.

"See you next semester—well, you will be a prefect next semester, and I'm back in my free single dormitory. I'm so happy to think about it!" Lambert buttoned his brown suitcase, got up and told Della When Ke said goodbye, he suddenly remembered that the prefect had a private room, so he added one more sentence.

The roommate with silver-gray eyes glanced at him, only picked his lips and said nothing, the already handsome face showed a bit of arrogance and nobleness because of the often ridiculing emotion, which is unparalleled for girls Appeal.

He didn't answer Lambert's question, as if acquiescing to his statement.

Lambert had long been used to his indifference, but he didn't know what the future Slytherin prefect was saying—

next semester?It is estimated that they will see each other soon.

Sitting on the Hogwarts Express, Harry shared his final grades with him, and his eyes widened in surprise after listening to Lambert's grades in each subject:

"Are you the first in the school year?"

Lambert quickly grabbed the chocolate frog that was about to jump out of the box and put it in his mouth, and shook his head at his friend with a "huh".

What if all "O"s don't count as first in the school year?

Harry subconsciously thought of the guy who spent most of the school year in the restricted section of the library, and there was no doubt that if anyone could produce a report card worse than this, it would be Draco.

Maybe Ravenclaw's Hermione Granger could count too.

Lambert turned back the piece of paper in his hand, revealing the "good" elective, Harry clicked his lips, feeling sorry for him: "The elective is missing."

Unexpectedly, the person opposite him didn't seem to care much, and continued to open the snack bag on the table, but the white cat next to him who had been looking at it for a long time but couldn't eat it was so anxious that he scratched his robe sleeve with his paws, non-stop Make a "meow meow"——

"You should share with me!"

"What does it matter? It's enough for the OWL (Ordinary Wizarding Level) next school year." The black-haired young man said lightly, his domineering attitude of "we have no exams ahead" made Harry very envious—although he His grades are also at the upper level, but he dare not say that he has such confidence.

-

After saying goodbye to Harry in London, Lambert went down to Diagon Alley in a good mood, and flooed expertly from the fireplace of his shop straight back to the house in Castle Combe.

"Ah--" After rubbing his nose and coming out of the fireplace, Lambert patted the ashes on his body, and said to himself:

"Ig, since the great invention of the Floo Network is convenient and affordable, so many wizards use it every day, no one in the wizarding world wants to improve the treatment of passengers?"

This school year was exceptionally quiet, and the pocket watch who was obsessed with studying the principles of color cameras in his own small world let out a burst of laughter, and kindly persuaded:

"Oh, boy, you have to be patient and let the wizarding world slowly change."

Unexpectedly, the old man would throw out such an upright answer, Lambert paused in dusting, and responded with some helplessness.

Opening the door of this residential building, a slender boy walked out from it——

The reason why he is still a teenager is mainly because...he is short.

At least that's what the man waiting outside thought so.

"Lambert?" The man with slightly curly brown hair was wearing a windbreaker that was close to his hair color, stepped on a pair of dusty brown cowhide boots, and was carrying the old leather suitcase with iron corners exposed. It looked like he had just been through a long journey.

After being called by his name, the boy raised his head and met the man's sea-blue eyes, with a bit of surprise on his face: "Uncle Rhine?!"

The following sentence made Rhine completely extinguish the joy of reunion after a long absence:

"I'm so surprised that you didn't get buried in the belly of the African tree python!"

Rhine pushed away the boy's open embrace, and replied with a smile: "Don't rush forward with such a pretty face——Princess Slytherin, I'm thinking of your reputation."

Not surprisingly, I saw Lambert take two steps back with a dark face, and replied with a fake smile on his face:

"Sure enough, it's Uncle Rhine. It's the same person who left me alone in the deep mountains and old forests because he couldn't pay a gallon to have my brain checked."

"Hey, dear nephew, you hurt my feelings too much by saying that." Rhine rubbed her chest sadly, her face with charming sea blue eyes can make many young girls who don't know the world can't help but see this gesture I was completely fascinated by him, but the person opposite him was an authentic and upright nephew, who walked around him without blinking and planned to go back to the old house.

Rhine put away his hands, took a step ahead of Lambert, blocked him, and said with a smile:

"Well, I'm back on business this time, and before you go back to Peverell House - I think I might have to invite you to come with me to another place first, as you promised, Gerry No. 12 Mo Square."

Lambert frowned, and there was a bit of surprise in his green eyes: "You are also a member of the Order of the Phoenix?!"

Rhine smiled without saying a word, and sat beside him as a gesture of invitation.

Lambert reached out his hand helplessly from the forehead to the back of the head and stroked the black broken hair, revealing a smooth forehead. After letting all the strands of hair leak out between his fingers, he sighed and said:

"So just seeing you means I have to deal with long-distance trains again?"

a day later.

Looking at a row of Gothic buildings with spiers, another big house squeezed out like Moses divided the sea, Lambert carried the box and accepted the fact that he might not be able to stay at home and work in the studio to make money throughout the summer vacation .

When he walked inside and saw a certain light-blond Slytherin who could never appear here, he was stunned for a while, seeing the other party squint his eyes, and said to himself with the corners of his lips unhurriedly:

"The new term is coming so fast, isn't it, Lambert?"