[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

As soon as Harry and Lambert walked out of the classroom, he felt the hot air on his face receding, and the candy choked in his esophagus slipped into his stomach during these few steps. He still pretended to be on the way to the medical wing. Can't help but ask Lambert: "What did you feed me just now?"

Lambert turned his head to look at him, pretending to be innocent and explained: "The Weasley brothers' new work - the fever candy in the experiment, based on your reaction just now, maybe I can let them change it to fudge next time?"

Harry's eyes under his spectacles widened in disbelief, looking at Lambert accusingly, silently accusing him of being able to use himself as a guinea pig.

He began to suspect that the friend in front of him was a fake.

Lambert raised his hands in surrender, and said in a slow tone: "Well, I really have no other choice, don't confront her head-on, Harry, she is a professor, and we are just students..."

"A professor who makes students unable to use any defensive spells to protect themselves when the enemy comes?" Harry stopped, his face turned cold, and he looked at Lambert aggressively and asked.

Lambert pressed his tongue against the roof of his jaw, watching his excited appearance, the same green but softer eyes were extremely calm at the moment, and he was not even frightened by the opponent's aura, but just looked at him lightly. he.

Until Harry gradually calmed down under Lambert's gaze, he also whispered: "I didn't mean to attack you, I'm sorry, I just..."

"It's okay, I just want you to calm down, Harry, I think the worst choice for Slytherin when dealing with things is to confront enemies stronger than yourself—" Lambert looked up at him slightly , although there is a distance difference in altitude, but the momentum when speaking is not low.

Harry opened his mouth and closed it several times, finally exhaled a long breath, and looked at him in compromise: "Okay, what do you want to do?"

Lambert didn't expect Harry to be persuaded by him so easily, and before he could shake out a pile of pros and cons analysis in his stomach, he paused for a long time after hearing his words, and then said: "It depends on whether you want her to go, Let her go or let her go?"

Harry: ...

He thought that according to Lambert's temper, he should not be as disgusted with Umbridge as he was, but he didn't expect it to be much more intense than himself: "...I just want to really learn something."

Or, he felt that at this moment, every Hogwarts student should really learn something about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Lambert reached out and pressed his temples, but this was the trickiest one Harry was talking about.

Maybe it was because Dumbledore was under too much pressure from the Ministry of Magic, maybe he wanted to see how far the Ministry of Magic would deceive itself.All in all, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, can extend his hand to Hogwarts this year. This situation is mostly due to the fact that Dumbledore, a folk force, is not good at openly confronting the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore's attitude was tolerant.

However, Lambert still felt that the advantages he had established in the past few years were slowly being lost. Unknowingly, he was pushed back into the plot line by the people on Voldemort's side. This feeling is really creepy.

And it makes people unknowingly become anxious.

After pondering for a long time, Lambert felt that Harry's option was more difficult than his own - indeed, it would be better for Umbridge to return to her Ministry of Magic.

At this time, the two of them had reached the first floor of Hogwarts, and Harry looked around where no one was there—fortunately, he didn't meet Peeves at this time, otherwise this troublemaker would definitely cut them out of class Seeing that he had come to a conclusion on his own after thinking about it, he asked first, "Do you really want to go to the medical wing?"

"No, it's rare to skip class, you can go anywhere, I'll go back to the Slytherin cellar, see you at lunch." Lambert waved to him, and continued down the stairs.

After thinking about it, Harry decided to go to the owl shack on the top floor and write a letter to Sirius, telling him the story about this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, hoping to get some advice or help from him.

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When Lambert returned to the Slytherin cellar, he found a very familiar girl sitting by the fireplace in the supposedly empty Slytherin lounge, holding the "Basic Potion Making" in her hand and watching intently.

Lambert remembered her name—"Miss Shafik? If I remember correctly, it should be the first class time now?"

Although he is not qualified to control other people's attendance as a skipped class, but he is also somewhat responsible for this year's first-year freshmen, so Lambert still chooses to ask.

The girl sitting on the big sofa in front of the fireplace immediately stood up, like a frightened bird, and only when she saw clearly that it was Lambert, did she carefully breathe a sigh of relief, and said in a soft voice:

"I, I'm sorry... I just came back from Madam Pomfrey's place because I caught a cold last night, and I've asked for leave with my supervisor, Miss Greengrass——I'm sorry, do I also want to... ..."

The brown-haired girl is as cute as a doll, her face is not even opened yet, showing a bit of baby fat, her light blue eyes are like light blue crystals, round and beautiful.

At this moment, her polite and careful appearance will always make people worry that speaking loudly to her will scare her. Lambert smiled and shook his head and said slowly: "No, there is no need to report to me."

Maybe it's because I've seen the friendliness of the senior Slytherin in front of me, maybe it's because Lambert's appearance is so friendly. In short, when Lambert planned to go back to the dormitory to sort out the sales report for this month, Shafi Ke stood still and said in a low voice:

"Hold, sorry, may I bother you?"

If Lambert's hearing was not good enough, and the lounge was quiet enough at the moment, he might have missed this sentence.

Stopping, the Slytherin with soft black hair turned around, with a gentle expression on his beautiful face, but the red earring on his left ear made his temperament somewhat feminine.

"Ok?"

Shafik showed him the cover of the book in his hand, and said with some embarrassment: "I have some doubts about potion making. If it doesn't bother you, can I trouble you... trouble you..." The words said Later, seeing Lambert looking at her intently and listening patiently, he couldn't help but get bloody, his voice became smaller and smaller, the smaller the more anxious, the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't speak, She just looked at him with a flushed face.

It was the first time Lambert saw such a shy and withdrawn girl in Slytherin.

To be honest, he really didn't have experience in dealing with this kind of little girl, so he could only tell her with [-]% patience: "I don't care, take your time, I have nothing to do right now."

After talking to this girl for a few more words, Lambert realized how determined she was to muster up the courage to ask him for help.

Apparently, Shafik couldn't organize his own language fluently in many cases, which is almost impossible to see in the descendants of pure-blood families that Lambert has come into contact with.

If not haughty, at least those people are sociable.

He might even have some doubts about the girl's living environment, but with the relationship between the two of them, it's obviously not suitable to discuss such family environment issues.

Before you know it, it's almost time for lunch. Lambert has always used his wand to point out the time. Now he only glanced at the numbers floating in the air next to him, and Shafik immediately said:

"Sorry, did I, did I bother you?"

Lambert felt that he heard more apologies from her today than from other people in his life, so he waved to her weakly and said:

"It's okay, you don't have to keep apologizing to me."

But Shafik closed the potion book, held it tightly in his arms, and didn't ask any further questions, and only asked him to go to the auditorium for dinner first.

Lambert was still thinking on the way in the auditorium, why the Sorting Hat sorted a lovely girl like Shafik into Slytherin this time.

When we got to the auditorium, I heard Blaise tell him that because he and Harry didn't come back to report to Umbridge after leaving the classroom, they were both counted as absent once.

This means that Lambert waved goodbye to the excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester.

As a result, after Blaise finished speaking, he found that Harry and Lambert on the opposite side looked at each other in a nonchalant manner. He couldn't help laughing, raised his eyebrows and said, "Suddenly I admire her a little bit. It took one lesson to offend two of our best-tempered Slytherins."

Lambert shrugged his shoulders and replied: "No one would care about the excellence of this kind of course."

Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice, heard his words, thought for a while, and replied in unison with Blaise, "No, Draco will—"

Draco, who had just come here, looked at the two of them with some puzzlement, walked to the other side of Lambert and sat down, and asked with a slightly raised tone, "What will I do?"