[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

When Lambert heard his words, he was stunned for a moment, then looked around, and found that they were standing on the edge, and there were no other students nearby—then he said the answer: "Shenfeng Wuying."

Draco raised his eyebrows, and there was some doubt in his narrow silver-gray eyes: "If I remember correctly, this spell should be..."

In the middle of the conversation, Lambert interrupted: "Yes, it was invented by Professor Snape. I want to know where I learned it?"

The black-haired boy's eyes rarely showed a bit of complacency. Before Draco could continue speaking, he quickly continued his answer: "I won't tell you."

After finishing speaking, he passed by him, and walked towards the boys' dormitory with a few books of his own.

Leaving Draco on the spot looking at his back, he sneered after a while, his eyes full of smiles, and whispered, "Childish."

It is clear that he looks gentle, considerate, mature and stable to others, but he is extremely naive when it comes to himself - just like the moment when he slipped out of the dance floor at the Triwizard Tournament last year and stuck out his tongue at himself on the edge , just like the rare moment when he showed his sense of superiority to himself.

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Merlin blesses, until Christmas Eve, Umbridge did not find out that the students practiced spells behind her back, and even indulged in the fantasy of the students submitting to her authority, dressed herself up every day, and went to the In the classroom, there are textbook copying assignments about the Ministry of Magic textbooks.

Lambert rested his head on his left hand and held a quill in his right hand, slowly copying the contents of the book on the parchment, thinking about packing up and returning to Peverell's old house after class.

Not long after he was in a daze, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.He wiped the nib of the quill pen, capped the ink bottle without haste, put the half-copied parchment into the textbook, and then stood up from his seat and walked out.

The students in the corridors all rushed to the lounges of the various colleges. Even if Umbridge stipulated a series of feather rules such as no running in the corridors, no too close distance between men and women, etc., it was almost Christmas, and there was no problem. People care about those things, and they can’t wait to go back to the dormitory to pack their things like birds returning to their nests, as if they have heard the whining steam of the Hogwarts Express locomotive, that sound is wonderfully like boiling water at home the sound of.

It wasn't until he stepped into the box of the Hogwarts Express that Lambert felt freed from the suffocating high pressure in the school.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the tightly tied silver-green tie around his neck. After loosening the bondage a lot, he unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt one by one. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and lazily leaned on the soft sofa On the back, chat with Harry on the opposite side.

"It seems that Filch noticed something before. After Christmas, everyone should be more careful." He narrowed his eyes in a vain way, with his hands behind his head, and his beautiful face showed a bit of extreme relaxation. The contented smell is very much like the lazy cat he raised.

Harry nodded, and when he was about to say something, the voice of the express train attendant came from outside the closed box door: "Here are today's special reprints of "Wizard Weekly" and "Daily Prophet"! Do you want it, sir or ma'am? "

Reprinted version?Is there anything I didn't have time to compile this morning?

Both Harry and Lambert's attention were attracted. When the conductor passed by his box, Harry took out a few silver Sickles from his pocket, and Lambert took the newspaper first and unfolded the front page——

"Wee hours of the morning!Azkaban is under attack!Nearly half of the Death Eaters fled! ——Secretary Fudge suspects it was done by someone with "experience""

The only thing that's better than the original plot is that because Sirius was acquitted earlier, they can't hold the shit bowl on his head this time.What's worse, the Ministry of Magic still insists on deceiving itself, picking out the Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban before, Draco and Lambert turned over in Knockturn Alley, and forcibly said that this person died before he died. He once sent a message to the Death Eaters inside, guiding them to escape.

People who have been dead for several years, who don't know, thought that some annual ghost movie was going to be staged in the magic world.

Lambert twitched the corners of his lips, and moved his gaze to the list of fugitives. When he saw the name "Bellatrix Lestrange", the corners of his lips slowly stiffened, and his right hand rested on the On the table, from the forehead into the hair.

After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the beating heart slowly returned to its normal frequency.

He stood up from his seat, still pressing the page of the newspaper with his left hand, the tip of his tongue pressed against his palate, and his throat rolled.

Afterwards, Lambert turned around to twist the doorknob of the box. Just as he took a step, a familiar voice came from not far from the right: "Looking for me?"

Lambert stood still and watched him, and saw him walking in front of him from the narrow aisle, the train slowly drove out of Hogwarts Castle, and the gloomy clouds seemed to surround this historic castle Turning around, at the place passing by at this time, a few rays of light are rarely seen from the cracks in the clouds, slanting through the windows on the train, cut into small grids, but the golden light still falls evenly on the Sisi in front of him. Leitlin's body.

The light golden hair was illuminated into bright gold, and the already pale skin seemed to be glowing at the moment, and the mocking smile in those silver-gray eyes was melted, leaving only the illusion of warmth, Under the black wizard robe, the tie was neatly tied, but it still couldn't stop the rebellious smell on him.

But no matter what, at the moment he saw him, Lambert inexplicably felt that the previous panic disappeared—even if no one could see it, when he saw the name in the newspaper, his brain actually had It was blank.

Draco walked up to him, saw that he didn't speak, only looked at himself in silence, chuckled, and was about to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Lambert: "No, I'll come out to get some air .”

It is not impossible to open the windows of the train.

Draco didn't give up his excuses, because he was in a good mood at the moment - because Lambert finally remembered for a moment that he existed.

Since he didn't say anything, Draco mentioned it first: "Did you read the newspaper just now?"

Lambert hummed, retreated into the box, opened the door to look at him, and motioned for him to come in.Harry, who was still sitting inside, looked at Lambert with some doubts, and then at Draco who had just walked in, and found that he really couldn't understand the way the two of them got along.

Lambert noticed the look in his eyes, and decided to struggle to explain: "The one mentioned in the newspaper, Bella, is a common relative of me and him."

Following the direction pointed by his finger, Harry saw the list of escapees from Azkaban drafted by the Ministry of Magic, looked around between the two of them, and asked in a complicated tone: "Are you relatives? "

Lambert put his hands on his forehead, thinking about how he could explain to him in English, Bella is his aunt, Draco's aunt, after all, in English, this kind of relative is the same word.

"There is no blood relationship." Draco's answer caught the point in a second.

Harry nodded, let go of the question, looked around the two of them again with his green eyes, licked his lips and said, "Okay, you two go ahead, I'll go out to buy something first, I just happen to be a little hungry. "

As a result, as soon as he opened the door of the box, Draco asked with a slightly raised tone: "So, are you coming to my house, or am I going to your place?"

Harry: ...! ! !

Has the relationship between you two reached this point?

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Harry: Can you be more careful!There are still people here!

Lambert: ...

Draco: No.