[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

In the new school year at Hogwarts, Platform Nine and Three Quarters was still as lively as ever, with many parents pushing their children's luggage carts, walking beside the red iron train and telling something.

In the train carriage, there were a few mischievous second-year freshmen playing with each other with magic prank gadgets, and a little girl with curly brown hair was on the other side, whispering timidly: "Excuse me, excuse me, let me go ?"

The sound was like a mosquito, and almost no one could hear it in the noisy Hogwarts train compartment, except Lambert who had just walked this way and happened to want to pass the rowdy boys this way.

Taking a breath, Lambert raised his eyebrows, looked at them with green eyes, and said gently, "Don't fight in the carriage, is that okay?"

The boys turned around and saw Lambert's iconic face throughout Hogwarts, and knowing that he was a fifth year Slytherin, they immediately fell silent, avoiding the two sides of the carriage, letting him go from In the past.

As a result, Lambert stood there without moving. He looked at the little girl who was also huddled in the corner and waited for him to pass by, and said, "Ladies first, don't you want to come here?"

The brown-haired girl froze for a moment, then passed among the boys very quickly, and said "thank you" in a low voice as she passed by Lambert, who almost didn't hear the words.

On the way to the box, he was still thinking, so timid, this freshman should be Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.

It was already evening when the train arrived at Hogwarts, and the carriages pulled by thestrals stopped at the edge of the woods, waiting for the students to fill up, they would automatically drive forward, and the second carriage would come next to them. carriage.

Harry and Lambert talked about the summer vacation while walking, and learned from Lambert that there would be no big cats this semester, so he had to send all the snacks for big cats to Lambert with regret.

"Have you still had those dreams recently?" Harry heard him ask when he got into the carriage first and reached out to pull Lambert.

"It's better than before learning Occlumency. Professor Snape said that I'm finally getting better—of course, that's not what he said." There are currently only two people in this carriage, so the Thestrals pulling the carriage are still there. He didn't move, just took two steps forward slowly.The two of them were not in a hurry to get to Hogwarts, they just chatted in the carriage.

Hearing Harry's words, Lambert couldn't help but bend his lips and replied, "I know."

The image of Professor Snape spraying venom is so impressive that it is hard to forget.

At this moment, two people came by the carriage. Pan Xi stood below and raised her hand to greet them: "I don't think you two gentlemen will let the lady climb such a high carriage by herself?"

"Of course not—long time no see, Pansy, and Daphne." Lambert stretched out his hand to pull them up one by one, and greeted them with a smile.

Pansy sat next to him, and Daphne sat opposite, because thestrals can only be seen by those who have seen death, so in their eyes, the car seemed to be driving itself into the woods.

-

The opening ceremony of Hogwarts this year is very different. The difference does not refer to the decoration of the castle, but the woman on the teacher's bench in the auditorium who is wrapped in pink woolen cloth is particularly eye-catching.

——Umbridge, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sent to Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic.

As soon as Lambert sat down at the long table in Slytherin, he saw the scene on the teacher's bench, clicked his tongue softly, and felt his mood index drop a bit.

It didn't take long before his mood index collapsed - because Draco, who was walking this way from the entrance of the auditorium, directly made room for the fourth grade boy next to him, and sat down on the other side of him calmly.

Pansy and Daphne on the opposite side raised their hands to say hello to Draco, when they found that Lambert was completely stiff.

With his right hand resting on his chin, Draco turned to look at him, his light blond hair fell thinly in front of his forehead, with a faint smile on his face, he asked him in a drawn-out voice: "How was your vacation?" Sample?"

Lambert didn't seem to be able to feel his substantive gaze, his Adam's apple moved, and after a few seconds he turned his head to meet his gaze, and asked expressionlessly: "How was my vacation, you Don't you know?"

Pansy and Daphne looked at each other.

The conversation between these two people was still full of gunpowder as always, but now it seemed to be mixed with something else intriguing.

not simple.

Draco snorted lightly, and glanced at Lambert's somewhat stiff face—although this expressionless coldness did not affect his appearance at all, he suddenly moved closer to his face, and asked in a low voice: "So fear me?"

At this time, Lambert finally showed a little smile on his lips, but it was cold:

"Draco, I advise you not to get so close to me."

I'm afraid I can't control the prehistoric power in my body and beat your proud handsome face.

Harry next to him put his hand on Lambert's shoulder against the persuasive eyes of the people around him, "I have a small suggestion, how about we change seats?"

Lambert: "Okay."

Draco: "No."

Harry sighed, turned his head and gave everyone a helpless look, and decided not to get involved in their affairs.

Fortunately, at this time, Professor McGonagall's voice drew back the attention of everyone in the auditorium, and also killed the start-of-term fight that almost broke out in the fifth grade of Slytherin in the cradle.

It is the sorting ceremony for new students.

The Sorting Hat sang this year's rookie piece with its broken voice. Lambert glanced at the first-year standing beside him, and sure enough, he found the brown-haired girl he met on the train before.

This year's Sorting Hat work was extremely short, and it ended almost before everyone could react, so that the applause was delivered several seconds after it was blank. Soon, Professor McGonagall began to read the list, the first names are:

"Angela Shafik."

There was a whisper on the long Slytherin table, as if surprised to hear this surname, Lambert turned his head and looked at Harry blankly, feeling that he was really not a qualified Slytherin.

At this moment, I heard a soft scientific voice from the side: "One of the 28 pure-blood families—I haven't seen Shafiq's descendants for a long time."

Lambert looked to his right, and happened to meet Draco's silver-gray eyes with a slight mockery and a smile.

The "thank you" on the tip of his tongue disappeared immediately.

He looked at the open space in front of the teacher's bench, because the person wearing the sorting hat sitting on the high stool stood out, so that anyone in any position in the auditorium could easily see the person sitting on it who is it--

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Lambert said in surprise, "How could it be her?"

The moment he expressed his doubts, the Sorting Hat announced: "Slytherin—!"

Draco squinted his eyes, glanced unhappily between the man on the stage and Lambert, and felt a sense of threat that he met a little girl again while he was not paying attention.

Lambert didn't pay attention to his eyes, and all his thoughts were focused on his dissatisfaction with the Sorting Hat: This guy must be sorting blindly again. It's cruel to think about sorting such an introverted and shy girl into Slytherin .

Soon he had no time to complain about the Sorting Hat, because Dumbledore stood up and announced the new staff transfer of this year: "Professor Dolores Umbridge, this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

There was only sparse applause in the audience. Obviously, the students of Hogwarts knew what the arrival of this professor meant.

Lambert rested his chin on one hand and looked at the empty silver tableware in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Why doesn't Dumbledore let us listen to her nonsense while eating?"

Harry listened to the education philosophy of the Minister of Magic, and answered Lambert's words dryly:

"Maybe Dumbledore was worried we'd lost our appetite."

Blaise smiled and whispered across from him: "It's already lost."

Umbridge on the stage found someone talking, and after she caught the sound coming from Slytherin, she paused, smiled, and finished speaking as if no one was there.

Lambert nodded without applauding, and asked Harry next to him, "Do you know which Hogwarts system I hate the most?"

Draco answered slowly beside him: "No skipping class."

Harry looked at Lambert suspiciously and saw him nodding stiffly and reluctantly.

-

Slytherin cellar.

Draco and Pansy, as the new fifth-grade prefects, had to follow Professor Snape's request to pay extra attention to the personal safety of the freshmen—because of well-known reasons.

At this moment, the light-blond Slytherin was standing in front of a group of first-years, and announced with a slightly impatient tone: "Every fourth-year comes to me to find a leader who is pleasing to the eye, and is in charge of a freshman class." Safety issues after the school year." He looked like a black-hearted dean of an orphanage.

But he was good-looking, and as soon as he finished speaking, a group of fourth-grade girls couldn't wait to get close to him, and without even looking at who the little carrot head was in front of them, they smiled and said hello to Draco.

Only Astoria stood still and asked him seriously: "Why not the fifth grade?"

Draco glanced at her, twitched the corners of his lips and replied: "Okay, you can help me with my OWLs, Aspen, and I will consider helping you take care of the children."

At that time, Harry and Lambert were sitting on the sofa in front of the fire playing wizard chess, and the two stinky chess baskets were just throwing chess pieces indiscriminately, making the chess pieces on the board so angry that they wanted to draw their swords and stab them to death. .Hearing Draco's words, Harry looked up at Lambert across the way.

Lambert absolutely didn't want to get involved in anything with the couple, and calmly ignored Harry's eyes.

"Then you are responsible for the safety of the last one left—Miss Angela Shafik." After Astoria was speechless, Draco added slowly.

Seeing the birth of Slytherin's unprecedented newborn protection group, Draco nodded in satisfaction. Thinking of the last thing, he glanced at someone who was playing chess with Harry over there, and added:

"Lambert Peverell will oversee the operation of this freshman protection team. If you have any questions, please go to him—well, if there are no questions, disband."

"Yes." Lambert said without raising his head.

Everyone in the Slytherin lounge looked back at that side in unison. The new snakes couldn't believe it, but someone dared to raise objections to the cool-looking Malfoy boss in front of him.

Harry was startled by him, and the queen piece in his hand went to the wrong square, and was sent directly to the opponent's knight, who was bloodily stabbed to death by the opponent's sword.

Finally stopped the continued damage to Wizard Chess by the two stinky chess baskets.

At this moment, Draco put on a smile that was not a smile, his thin lips raised inadvertently, his slightly narrow silver-gray eyes passed over the heads of the group of people in front of him, and his eyes fell directly on someone on the sofa in the distance. On the person, slightly raised his chin——

The tone of impatience before was subtly transformed into a sense of interest, only to hear him speak slowly:

"If you have any comments, you are welcome to come to my room tonight to raise them."

The whole Slytherin cellar fell into silence, only the crackling of the fire burning in the fireplace sounded.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Slytherin: Long live!Prince Slytherin in broad daylight!Forcibly tease Princess Slytherin!

Other Hogwarts houses: You guys like to make big news every day!

Lambert: ...? ? ? ?Blame me?