[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Blaise and Harry fell silent while Lambert cut the large piece of chocolate cake in front of him with a table knife and continued with the thin silver plate next to the cake, pretending that he hadn't shared a conversation with them just now.

Draco didn't need to think about it and knew that what they said was not good. After glancing at them, he picked up the napkin on the table and wiped his hands leisurely before picking up the cutlery and preparing to eat.

In the evening, news came out that some students from Gryffindor were called to Umbridge's office for corporal punishment. After the news reached Slytherin, a small number of them listened as jokes, and most of them were in He frowned the first time he heard it.

They are all very aware of the school rules of Hogwarts - or in other words, few students who have lived in this school for so long have not studied the school rules.

Especially today in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, the ears are full of strange educational ideas. Umbridge has a little bit of ink in his stomach, and the Slytherins are quite aware of it.

He already had some disdain for her, but now he feels a little more disgusted.

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The learning environment at Hogwarts is becoming more and more tense. Umbridge announced at this juncture that he would represent the Ministry of Magic to inspect the quality of the teachers at Hogwarts. Harry, who has taken Divination as an elective, said that Trelaw Professor Ni was almost asked to collapse in class.

The characteristic of Slytherin is that not only the professors are very defensive, but the students are also super protective of their dean—

Potions class.

The old witch in pink was holding a quill beside her with high spirits. After Professor Snape finished explaining the potion formula, she couldn't wait to ask a question:

"I heard that you also served as a professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. May I ask why you didn't continue to apply this year?"

She was standing right in front of Lambert's desk. He visually measured the distance from the cauldron to her and himself, and threw a whole handful of hopping roots into the cauldron—

The cauldron started to boil, and Draco, who was beside him, pulled him to his side and looked at him disapprovingly.

The potion made in this class is easy to cause all kinds of violent reactions, not to mention throwing a completely unsuitable dose of Tiaotiaogen into it, Lambert's cauldron seems to be blown up directly.

Umbridge felt his neck get hot, and when he turned his head, he saw the cauldron that was so boiling that it wanted to explode on the spot. His eyes widened in surprise, and he even forgot what he said just now.

Lambert innocently raised his hand and looked at Professor Snape rushing towards this side: "I'm sorry, Professor—"

"Mr. Peverell, your innovations in potions have always achieved unexpected results-except this time, I hope you will tell me that when you add more than ten grams of hopping root to the cauldron, you What exactly is in your brain?"

Lambert apologized again without even thinking about it, and replied sincerely: "It's like this, professor, the potion I made today can actually shorten the production time. I joined Tiao Tiao Gen to test this method...but unfortunately, I It may be more susceptible to external interference, what went wrong when the dose was given?"

"Focus! Peverell, I can't think of any reason you would dare to take your eyes off the cauldron in my class!" Snape looked at him warningly, not forgetting to glance at the table on his desk. The palliative formula that had been cut long ago, left without saying anything.

Lambert looked at his crucible with some distress, thinking about whether adding a moderator later to stop the boiling effect would affect the efficacy of the medicine, and if not, whether he could finish it within class time it.

Blaise and Harry are dealing with puffed bean pods. In fact, it takes a lot of effort to get the beans out of here, because the outer shell of this thing is extremely hard. If you want to use a knife and its steel-hard shell It's not easy to fight——

So, just as Umbridge stopped by their table, trying to repeat the question, the puffed pod in Harry's hand was sliced ​​open by the knife and flew across her face.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Professor, you should stay away from here. As you can see, I'm not very good at dealing with this." Harry apologized to her very sincerely, and ran to the distance to give the pod he had just bounced. Pick it up.

Next, Pansy almost knocked over the cauldron, and every Slytherin performed abnormally in Potions as if they had taken the wrong medicine today. Even Draco accidentally put the wrong ingredients, which caused the potion to change color. Displayed incorrectly at the near-mature stage.

As for Gryffindor, he acted in his true colors - Seamus blew up the cauldron, and Neville's cauldron did not know what was in it, and an unpleasant stench wafted over the entire potions classroom, making everyone Personally, I doubt whether my nose will work properly after it is out.

Umbridge hadn't spoken normally since the first question, and was so smoked that he couldn't speak a word, and left the Potions class as if fleeing for his life.

Almost at the moment she left, Snape snorted coldly, glanced faintly at Neville's cauldron, and deducted a point from Gryffindor.

After this Potions class ended, the Gryffindors were bewildered and fortunate to find that they only lost one point in this class!

Is that old bat Snape in a good mood today?Why can't I see it at all?

When the get out of class was about to end, Draco finally adjusted the color of his potion back to the normal blue-green color. Lambert took a look and asked from an academic point of view:

"Why does it seem to be a little weaker?" Draco's potion was not standard, he must have read it wrong, right?

"It's too late for my readjustment, but it's yours—" The light-blond Slytherin looked down at the advanced potion making next to him, gave up the treatment in the little time left, and turned to pay attention to Lambert Here comes the special crucible.

The lazy words stopped in the middle, as if deliberately leading the other party to ask questions.

It may be that the aura of the academic master on the other party is so dazzling in class that Lambert will subconsciously forget his thoughts on himself, glance at his crucible following his words, and answer reflexively: "I what's the matter?"

In the end, Draco didn't intend to say anything at all.

Lambert stared at his pot for a long time and didn't find anything else to make up.Unlike Draco, there was no problem with his color, but because of the extra emollient, the liquid seemed a bit solidified. Although it was sure that it did not affect the efficacy of the medicine, it still looked substandard.

Lambert has already made good mental preparations for this class, and unexpectedly, when Draco was handing in his homework, he passed by him, raised his hand and threw some green powder into the pot——

It happened to be the time when his potion was finished, and the green powder completely removed the coagulation effect in the potion, allowing the liquid in the crucible to flow naturally as if instantly possessing vitality, like a clear blue-green lake. , It's unbelievably beautiful.

In the entire Potions class, only Lambert got an "O (excellent)".

Blaise and the others looked at him in shock, and couldn't believe that there was a day!Lambert can surpass Slytherin's recognized university bully!

Ah no!Draco was even more shocking!He didn't get excellent? !

Harry couldn't wait to come up to him after handing in his homework and asked him, "How did you do it? I remember your cauldron was about to explode, didn't you?"

"Mediate." Lambert told him the answer absently, looking at the back of the light blonde in front of him, obsessively thinking about what the last handful of powder the other party threw in.

"You're amazing—" Harry looked at him in amazement, thinking that his friend was simply a potion genius.

But Lambert denied his cognition in the next second, "No, just adding a palliative is not enough, you wait."

As he said that, he suddenly quickened his pace, almost walked to the man's side quickly, raised his head slightly and said something. From Harry's perspective, Draco could only see that Draco stopped in a good mood, bowed his head and looked back. said Lambert.

Immediately afterwards, their beautiful Slytherin princess turned back to him without hesitation, and said with a cold and good-looking face: "Mad, I swear, I will never ask him any questions again."

Draco watched him go back to Harry's side from a distance, twitched the corners of his lips a little nastyly, and glanced at Harry with his silver-gray pupils before turning around and continuing to walk forward.

Harry: ...? ? ? ?

He turned his head and glanced at Lambert, thinking that Draco was the only one in the whole world who could make him angry like this, so he restrained his curiosity and decided not to ask what they said just now.

In fact, Lambert is also quite satisfied with the acquaintance of his friends.

Because when he asked what Draco had put in his cauldron, the bastard's answer was something he never wanted to hear again for the life of him.

—— "Want to know? Just give me a kiss and I'll tell you."