[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

If Lambert was shocked to hear that Uncle Rhine was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, then seeing Draco in the Order of the Phoenix now, he simply didn't know what expression to put on.

Just when he was looking at Draco in surprise, a row of dark red heads appeared from the railing of the corridor on the upper floor. The two brothers who looked the same sang and sighed in unison:

"Look, here comes another little snake~"

"Don't worry, in terms of numbers, Gryffindor can add two more points~"

It was Fred and George, next to Ron who was happy to confront them at school, and Ginny, the youngest in their family. Only Ron in a row of heads showed obvious disgust and unhappiness on his face.

Rhine rubbed Lambert's head, and walked straight to the long and narrow corridor ahead, which was the meeting room for the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Mrs. Weasley just opened the door and walked out, halfway. Inside the opened dark wooden door, the figures of Sirius Black, Tonks, Dumbledore and others could be clearly seen. They seemed to be discussing something intensely.

"Line, oh! I haven't seen you for many years!" Mrs. Weasley said that she was very familiar with Rhine, and the two hugged politely, and the man with slightly curly brown hair praised her as always. Beautiful, boasting that Mrs. Weasley smiled until her eyes rolled.

The warm and hospitable Mrs. Weasley looked at Lambert who was standing there dragging his suitcase. Obviously, he had known from Ron that he was a Slytherin student. When he hesitated whether to greet him, Lambert Tate had already nodded to her politely and said: "Hello, Mrs. Weasley, I am Lambert——Lambert Peverell."

"A polite child, do you need me to take you to the rest room to put things first? - Oh, look at my memory, you must be hungry? Do you want something to eat first?" Once goodwill is conveyed, this A woman who is extremely kind and kind will return the other party with greater enthusiasm.

Lambert smiled politely, and there was an obedient expression on his already good-looking face: "Don't worry, Harry should be here too, Mrs. Weasley, just go and get busy."

Molly also smiled at him, seeing Draco with light blond hair next to him, her eyes were complicated for a moment, she turned around and walked into the room with Rhine, and closed the door again.

Fred and George upstairs clicked their tongues, wondering if they were lamenting that their mother was too easily deceived by this Slytherin's well-behaved illusion.

Not long after, there was the sound of walking on the floor on the third floor, and a boy with black messy hair came out of the room. Because he heard the sound of people coming and going downstairs in the room, he wanted to come out and ask what was wrong.

He poked his head out from the corridor on the third floor and looked down, and the words followed:

"Sirius... hey, why are you all here?"

He directly saw Lambert and Draco by the stairs on the first floor, his face was full of surprises—clearly, Sirius hadn't told him that today was the day when members of the Order of the Phoenix assembled.

Ron stood up straight from the railing unhappily, and looked at his two brothers expressionlessly:

"Hehe, as far as the number of people is concerned, it is four to three now."

Fred stretched out the back of his right hand to touch his forehead worriedly, and found that he didn't have a fever: "He's about to become a prefect, Ronald, how can we call the curfew when he's so poor at arithmetic?"

George shook his head beside him: "Let your dear brother take the trouble to teach you again, Ron, four is better than three."

Ron grumbled expressionlessly, and replied to George in a flat tone: "...Thank you so much, my brother."

Over there, Harry has rushed down the stairs on the third floor, hugging Lambert in his arms. Since he moved to Black's old house, he has never seen Lambert once during the summer vacation. Obviously this time The off-campus meeting made him very excited.

As a result, before Lambert had time to reach out to hug him, he found that Harry was pulled away by Draco's back collar. The pale golden Slytherin raised his chin in Lambert's direction, and the silver-gray There was a familiar sarcasm in his eyes:

"As far as his height, don't you think that if you hug him whole - it will make him suffocate to death because he can only be buried in your chest?"

Harry was about to say it wasn't that exaggerated, when he caught a glimpse of Lambert's darkened face out of the corner of his eye, and immediately understood that the point was his height.

"Thank you for your concern, Draco." Lambert twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him, his green eyes were full of indifference.

Ginny, who was watching the entire process upstairs, thought to herself, fortunately, it wasn't just her teammates who were causing infighting, it was even - no, Gryffindors still had the upper hand.

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Because Lambert was hungry, Harry took him to the restaurant, and Draco happened to be going to the restaurant for dinner-he didn't have to worry about being ignored here, because the house elf Kreacher would see him as a For the sake of excellent pure-blood descendants, he cleaned his room conscientiously and provided him with exquisite food, even better than what Sirius ate.

"Look here, Harry, everyone is a guest, you can't have any narrow house prejudices in such a small place—" Brother Weasley waved to Harry, and appeared directly next to Harry from the second floor , one of them put his shoulders on one side, demanding the same treatment.

Ron wiped his face and decided to pretend that he didn't have these two traitor brothers, but when he wanted to find Ginny's support, he turned around and found that his sister was also happily running downstairs.

Ron: "..." He stomped his feet fiercely, and a layer of fly ash fell on the wooden boards on the second floor, and angrily followed them to dinner.

After all, their mother seems to have no time to pay attention to whether their state is full or not.

Continue to confront them after dinner, Ron thought so.

But when Gryffindors were sitting on the left and Slytherins were sitting on the right across the long dining table, Ron found it extremely difficult to eat breakfast in front of these three faces.

Coincidentally, everyone here is obviously as uncomfortable with this "fresh" seating arrangement as he is.

Harry took Lambert to put the luggage in his room first on the way to the restaurant, and Kreacher was upstairs cleaning up Draco's room, which meant that they could only look at the leftover basket of sandwiches from last night. Make do with your own breakfast.

Harry is a little housework expert, and took the sandwich to the microwave to heat it up. After thinking about it, Lambert took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator next to him, and asked casually, "Do any of you drink milk?"

However, no one cared about this issue. Ron looked at Draco who had no appetite at all, and Draco was not interested in staring at those goldfish eyes. He snorted coldly and was about to say something when Ron moved quickly. Touching something from under the table, the next second, the two stood up from the table at the same time, and the two wands almost poked each other's face——

Fred pretended to be a peacemaker, sighed, got up and patted Ron on the shoulder: "Hey, dear brother, how can you be so rude when you are a guest at someone's house?"

In the next second, he pulled out his wand at the same time as George next to him, and turned to face Draco on the opposite side. George smiled and whistled: "Three against one, Malfoy boy, do you want to consider surrendering?"

"Three to one?" Lambert put down the milk in his left hand, and his right hand pressed against the refrigerator door touched the wand case at his waist.

Harry was more straightforward. He waved his hand to close the microwave oven door, then pulled out the wand in his pocket, and quickly pointed it there. As a result, he was facing Ginny who came here at some time. The freckled girl said with a smile :

"Sorry, put down your wand, will you?"

So the whole scene is, Draco and Ron one on one, next to George and Fred's wands are also pointed at him, and Lambert is pointing at Fred in front of the refrigerator, Ginny and Harry are a pair one.

But there is a trick here. Lambert's ability to resist blows is well known in the game. When the spells and rebound spells are flying all over the sky in a real fight, he doesn't care who is his teammate.

The scene fell silent until the sound of footsteps coming from outside the restaurant quickly attracted everyone's attention:

"Sorry, Dad, the direction of the restaurant you said is this way—"

The handsome dark brown-haired Hufflepuff couldn't help retracting the second half of the sentence when he saw the tense atmosphere in the restaurant.

This is the first time I saw an actual combat scene between Gryffindor and Slytherin. In the eyes of Lambert, this boy is equivalent to the hero of "Twilight", and because of his own reasons, the boy who brushed past death With a dry laugh, he took two steps back and asked:

"Uh, did I bother you?"

Obviously, a Hufflepuff, as a neutral camp in this situation, is very unsuitable to participate in the struggle.

At least Cedric himself thought so.