[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

lunch time.

Gryffindors and Slytherins have discovered to their desperation the fact that if they spend a day in Grimmauld Place, they will share three extra meals with each other at the same table.

Because there were so many people staying in Black's old house during this holiday, Sirius specially asked Kreacher to add a long table, one for adults and one for Hogwarts children.

And Professor Snape didn't eat or live here at all, and only spared some time every day to train Harry in Occlumency, and the rest of the time he directly Apparated away, so the number of Slytherins present was very rare.

It feels like falling into the ocean of Gryffindor.

Harry and Lambert looked at each other, and saw an expression in each other's eyes: Hug your head and cry.jpg

When Draco's table was respectfully served by Kreacher with an exquisite steak, he received the attention of everyone at the same table.

Lambert deeply felt that there was only one authentic Slytherin on this table, Draco, and he and Harry must be fake.

Mrs. Weasley, who was in charge of lunch, was obviously not surprised by this situation. She walked over here with a large plate and asked Fred and George to help bring out the macaroni inside and distribute it to everyone on the table. Back to work.

Smelling the aroma of steak and looking at the macaroni with tomato sauce on the plate, Lambert took a deep breath, trying to hypnotize that what he was eating was actually steak, just picked up the fork, and Mrs. Weasley put a glass of milk on it from behind him in front of him.

"Oh! Honey, you're growing, you should drink more of this—" When Lambert looked back, he saw Mrs. Weasley's big smile on his face, and Lambert green There was a bit of surprise in his eyes, and he thought it was very cute.

He took another glass in his hand and put it down in front of Ginny, and with his hips crossed, he watched with satisfaction that all the children at the table had lunch before turning around and going to the table on the other side.

This time it was Lambert who received the attention of everyone at the table.

There is no other reason. All the boys here are above 178 centimeters in height, and only Lambert is 169 centimeters. In their eyes, they are no different from Ginny who is 168 centimeters.

Their gazes were so warm that Lambert showed a standard smile and asked:

"How long do you think it will take me to flip the table?"

What to see!I round up to two meters, okay?

Ginny coughed, picked up the milk cup and took a sip to her lips, blocking the smile on the corner of her mouth, feeling that she had a deeper understanding of Princess Slytherin.

The good-tempered Hufflepuff acted as a peacemaker, and waved to him with a smile: "Don't do this, if you don't like it, I can drink it for you."

Lambert replied with a sincere smile: "Thank you, no need." Cedric, with your height, you really don't need milk.

If it weren't for the sincere and caring smile on Mrs. Weasley's face, Lambert would really have thought she did it on purpose.

Looking at the macaroni on his plate, Lambert sighed softly, feeling that the energy supplemented by milk is not as useful as that of Kreacher's steak.

When he looked over for the third time, Draco paused as he cut the steak, and turned to ask him:

"Want to eat?"

Lambert wasn't quite sure what he meant, blinked his eyes and asked, "If you want to eat, will you make another serving of it?"

The old house elf with white hair growing out of his ears obviously didn't like him very much. He stood by the corner closet, muttering something, and glanced at Lambert with dissatisfaction from time to time. .

He was obviously dissatisfied with his lack of pure blood—as if he had brought his own blood tester.

Even Lambert himself didn't know which generation of his ancestors had "flaws".

"Of course—" Draco lazily elongated his tone, his silver-gray eyes squinted at him, and there was a bit of a nasty smile inside, and then he said the second half of the sentence slowly: " No, but you can watch me eat."

Lambert: Oh, I'm sick?

The boy who had already guessed the answer turned his head calmly and chatted with Harry, but Draco, his roommate, was no longer in his eyes.

The light-blond Slytherin squinted his eyes, and his mood index, which had just picked up, fell back to the bottom with a bang, and he couldn't help but increase his strength when cutting the steak, almost making a sound on the plate.

Lambert didn't realize something was wrong until dinner time, because the exquisite dinner on their long table had already become three servings, and he and Harry stood awkwardly at the table under Mrs. Weasley's sad eyes, only Draco took his seat without looking sideways, and ate his portion of the dinner to himself.

Fred and George looked at this side enviously, and then Fred turned his head to express his heartfelt heart to Mrs. Weasley: "Mother, don't worry, although your cooking is terrible, your handsome sons will still make dinner There is nothing left to eat."

George nodded and added, "And lick the plates clean, don't you, Ronald?"

Ron unceremoniously dismantled their stage: "That's because you don't have house elves to make a big meal."

After that, Fred and George put their hands behind their heads, pressed his entire face on top of the plate, and said in unison: "Eat your meal!"

Harry glanced at Draco, thinking of the conversation he had with Lambert at noon, he felt very headache. He didn't know how to tactfully remind his friend who didn't know it from the side, about Draco's liking for him. this matter.

He obviously had a high EQ before, but why was he so slow when he met Draco!

He had a premonition that if Lambert didn't notice this for a day, he wouldn't know how many surprises were waiting for him in his future life!

Lambert didn't know Harry's heart was full of activities, but he just gave Draco a strange look, thinking that he was showing his love for classmates again, and finally thought of improving the treatment for his only teammates, and whispered to Draco He said, "Thank you."

Draco just glanced at him lightly and said nothing.

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The number of rooms in Black's old house is indeed not that many. Fortunately, many members of the Order of the Phoenix will leave here at night and return to their homes, and then gather again the next day. Otherwise, Lambert feels that he will definitely become like the Weasley brothers. Like us, it becomes the treatment of several people sleeping in one room.

Big Meow is used to the extra meals in the Hogwarts kitchen and Al’s old house at night. Every night in Black’s old house, he was so hungry that his eyes turned green. Once, Lambert, who woke up in the middle of the night, almost frightened him into something wrong:

"My ancestor, what's the matter with you?" When he walked to the side of the suitcase, Lambert reached out and hugged Big Meow, only to find that the guy's waist had gone all the way down.

Igger, who was lying in the pocket watch by the bedside, heard the call and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's just that I found out that this silly cat in our family may become the first cat in history to starve to death because it can't find food." Lambert waved his hand towards the head of the bed, realizing it later Grid couldn't see it in the pocket watch, so he explained.

"Lan Xixi... Wow, I want supper! I want pork belly! It's okay without pork belly and small dried fish!" Big Meow opened its four claws and threw itself into his arms, crying and crying.

Lambert raised it delicately, if it wasn't for the fact that Big Cat wasn't too tall, he would have turned into a fat cat long ago because of his way of raising it.

Hearing how miserable it was, Lambert had no choice but to carry it to the kitchen to see if there was any food left.

Five minutes later, Lambert crouched in front of the refrigerator in the kitchen with Big Meow in his arms. Taking advantage of the warm light when the refrigerator was turned on, he looked at the only sandwich lying on the plate inside, and looked at each other.

Lambert asked it in a low voice, "Can you get enough of a sandwich?"

Big Meow meowed happily, saying that it was okay and that he would not be hungry tonight.

Seeing it happily gnawing on half of the sandwich in its front paws, Lambert couldn't help but say to it: "Next time, remember to bring more food back to the room for dinner, and don't let it be midnight..."

"Lumos (fluorescence flickering)——" a slightly rising tone sounded from the kitchen door, and the tip of the wand emitted a star of light, but the intensity was not low, illuminating the entire kitchen, clearly reflecting a person and a cat squatting on the ground, Including the plate of sandwiches the two of them had earlier.

"I really wonder how your small body can digest dinner quickly without any change—" The man in nightgown leaned quietly by the kitchen door, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at the room that was full of tears because of that spell. Surprised to see one person and one cat coming over.

Lambert felt that his impression in the other party's heart might have to be renewed as a fool.

But in view of the "small body" in his words, he decided not to explain, but turned his head back calmly, and by the way, he also slightly turned the head of the big cat back, so that he could finish eating quickly and go back to his room to sleep.

Because it was really boring to watch the cat eating supper, he yawned, with a thin mist in his green eyes, and asked softly, "Why do you come to the kitchen in the middle of the night?"

Draco knew what was going on just by watching their interaction, and replied with a snort, "My room is next to the kitchen."

So it was the two sentences he and Da Miao said in the kitchen that disturbed him?

Lambert pursed his lips, and was about to apologize to him. When he looked up, he saw him turn and leave, and said lightly: "Don't get too used to it—"

Of course Big Miao also understood this sentence. Halfway through eating, he raised his head pitifully, looked at him with big black eyes, and saw Lambert raised his hand and tapped on its forehead:

"Put your cute energy on self-reliance, and you are now the king of cats."

As for Draco's words, of course he went in one ear and out the other, and he didn't care at all.

As a result, the next night, as soon as he entered the room, he saw two small cakes on the table, which were particularly eye-catching. They smelled like fresh orange and mango, and he subconsciously froze in place.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: I will pet my cat!

Draco: You pet your cat, I pet mine.

Harry: ...woof.