[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The next day, news spread from Hogwarts: I heard that Professor Trelawney, who was in charge of the divination class, failed Umbridge's assessment and was considered a liar and was about to be expelled from Hogwarts.

It happened to be between classes when her luggage was thrown out of the school. Students from several colleges who heard the news gradually gathered in the open-air corridor on the first floor, watching the poor professor standing with her poor luggage. Outside the door of Hogwarts, looking at this place is no longer his own - with a look of despair and begging, his voice was a little hoarse, trying to say to the proud and high-spirited woman in the pink formal suit:

"Hogwarts is my home... You can't, you can't drive me out of here..." The divination professor usually wore tattered clothes, and he always wore the inferior hypnotic smoke from the divination classroom on the top floor. Xiang, standing here at this time, looks even more downcast than usual.

The high-height glasses on the bridge of the nose are a little dusty. Sometimes even standing in front of her, it takes a lot of effort for her to see you clearly. What kind of method can we get the opponent to let go.

Lambert was standing by a certain colonnade, leaning against a corner of a square pillar with his arms folded, his usually gentle face turned cold at this moment.

It happened to be a cloudy day today, with gray clouds blocking the majestic Hogwarts castle. It looked like it was about to be overwhelmed at any time, and it seemed to be secretly reminding that the sky might change in this place.

Even the students who usually thought Trelawney was an old liar couldn't say anything at the moment. Seeing the old professor being kicked out of his only shelter, many students couldn't bear to look away.

A large number of students gathered in the empty outdoors, but it was unprecedentedly quiet. Everyone was watching quietly, looking at Umbridge standing in the corridor of Hogwarts - condescending and looking down on them, as if She saw a future where Hogwarts would eventually be controlled by her.

After hearing the news, Professor McGonagall hurried out of the castle and hugged Trelawney, a friend who had been teaching at Hogwarts with him for many years, tightly: "Listen, my poor Sybil, no one can get you out of here."

After letting go of the other party, Mag spoke seriously and solemnly - those eyes were full of firmness and pity.

Hearing her words, Umbridge showed an expression as if he heard a big joke, raised her chin again, and raised the corners of his mouth proudly: "No, I can—"

Meg Minerva turned to look at her, and replied unwillingly, "Only the headmaster of Hogwarts has the right to appoint and dismiss employees. I'm afraid you really don't have this right, Professor Umbridge."

"She's right—" Dumbledore came out from the first floor of Hogwarts, raised his voice, and paused, the eyes under the half-moon lenses glanced at Umbridge indifferently, as if It's watching the clown jumping around.

After a slight pause, he continued: "The appointment order of the Ministry of Magic does not work here. As long as I am the principal here, no one can appoint or dismiss my teaching staff beyond me."

Umbridge's face was flushed with anger, and at the same time, the students began to cheer enthusiastically as if they had won a huge victory.After announcing this, Dumbledore turned and left.

Harry was so excited that he wanted to applaud. Just when he was about to say something to Lambert, Hermione walked over and didn't know what to say to him. Harry listened carefully, and was about to call Lambert to go with him ——

A voice suddenly appeared next to him: "There is no need to get involved in their affairs."

Lambert paused, shook his head slightly at Harry, and signaled him to go by himself.Then he turned his head to look at Draco who appeared next to him, closed his eyes, and said with curved lips: "I can't think of anything more important than pulling her down."

The students walked to Hogwarts Castle one after another, and fewer and fewer people stayed where they were.

"Of course there is—you should have more important goals than cleaning up these insignificant people, boy." Draco raised his chin slightly, looking in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, silver-gray Some thoughts flashed through his pupils, and his expression at this moment seemed a little dignified for no reason.

This expression made Lambert nervous, his green eyes staring at him, waiting for his next words.

Draco lowered his head slightly, met his gaze, and seeing his concentration, couldn't help but hooked his lips to tease him: "For example, to strive to become another future master of the Malfoy family—"

Seeing that Lambert's expression fell to freezing point in a second, he said kindly: "Okay, let's put this aside for the time being, and leave Christmas time to me."

Lambert opened his right palm to him expressionlessly, feeling that his entire life of patience had been exhausted on this guy: "I'll give you five seconds, if you don't explain things clearly, don't you think I'll come back later." One word for you, Draco - five, four, three, two..."

"Lestrange's vault key, you probably haven't forgotten what's in it." Draco looked at him helplessly, and said a word in a leisurely tone, and found that Lambert couldn't help being more and more amused.

Uh... well, getting rid of Voldemort's Horcruxes is indeed more important than getting rid of Umbridge.

However, there is a more important message revealed in this sentence: "So Lestrange's vault actually belongs to your family?"

How can he be so rich that people hate him? ?

Draco sneered, leaned closer to his face, his slightly long silver-gray eyes were full of teasing smiles, and replied in a light tone: "The focus is good, so do you want to marry now? There is still time to change your mind." .”

I only heard Lambert clenched his left hand and punched the palm of his right hand in great relief, and looked at him with a smile: "What a coincidence, I don't seem to be short of money now, um, I seem to have enough money to marry a beautiful woman." Young lady."

Draco raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes, and asked lightly: "Really? What a pity—"

Lambert was too lazy to continue chatting with him here, and was about to turn around and leave, when he heard a sentence from behind: "However, the beautiful young lady is not there, handsome little brother, do you want to think about it?"

He stopped in surprise and turned his head, looking at Draco with a complicated expression:

"Congratulations, you have once again updated my understanding of your thick skin."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: So shameless? ?

Draco: That's how shameless it is.

Harry: It's useless to be shameless, you still can't catch up.

Everyone at Hogwarts: They gave Harry a thumbs up.