[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The weight of this sentence is undoubtedly extremely heavy, even a bit beyond Draco's expectations.

The light-blond man stood straight across from him, staring at him with silver-gray eyes. After a while, he clicked his tongue and replied in a drawn-out tone: "I almost thought you were going to confess your love to me."

Because he likes Lambert, he understands the meaning of his words better than anyone - admitting that his place in his life is special, unique, but not the one Draco wants.

Lambert pursed his lips, turned his gaze to look at the river beside him, even though the temperature in winter was so low, the river was still moving forward at a slow speed, silently contending against the low temperature, and would never stop to face the severe cold Compromise and let the other party freeze himself.

When he turned his head, the red crystal earrings beside his ears gleamed clearly, reflecting his face whiter.

Draco curled his lower lip indifferently, and went back to get the suitcase he had put on the ground just now. When he turned around again, Lambert had already walked a few steps in the direction of Peverell Castle, and was stopping to wait for him .

The light-blond Slytherin's mood improved a lot, and he felt that he was one step closer to catching up with his wife.

-

in the afternoon.

Ige was busy destroying Voldemort's Horcrux in the studio, Lambert was sitting on the new wool carpet in front of the sofa, with black tea on the coffee table, the slightly hot water vapor curled up into white smoke and rose into the air middle.The big cat, who was much bigger, was lying on his back beside him, rolling and exposing his belly, begging to be stroked.

The black-haired boy put on casual home clothes and leaned against the sofa cushion.He was sitting there cross-legged with one leg propped up, spreading the newspaper on his lap, yawning and reading the newspaper nonchalantly, ignoring the big cat rolling beside him.

"Lan Xixi! I gave you the right to touch my belly! Why don't you hurry up and thank me?" Big Miao rolled a few times and found that Lambert didn't intend to reach out to him, and was immediately dissatisfied with the neglected treatment. Meow meowing to increase the sense of presence.

Lambert perfunctorily stretched out his hand and rubbed it twice, and in the next second, he was flipped up by the dissatisfied cat, and a paw patted on his newspaper, blocking the section he was reading.

What Draco saw when he walked out of the room was such a lovely scene - a boy with snow-white skin and very good-looking was sitting on the warm carpet and looking at his cat, both of them looked very serious.

This scene has been staged countless times in their dormitory. It can be said that he misses it a little.

Lambert noticed him coming out, turned his gaze to him, and suddenly remembered a question - Draco had promised his parents that he would go to 12 Grimmauld Place before Christmas, and asked immediately:

"Are you going to the Blacks now?"

Put the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table as he spoke—an urgent version printed again today, saying that Death Eaters appeared in large numbers in Diagon Alley, attacked many shops, and took away the owner of Ollivander's wand shop things.

Seeing that Draco nodded lightly, he had no choice but to stand up from the carpet. The loose trouser legs barely covered his ankles, revealing his smooth and white ankles. He stepped barefoot on the long snow-white woolen carpet and walked to the edge of the carpet. , put on your slippers.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have changed my clothes when I came back."

It was all because what happened in the morning was so exciting that he would forget about it for a while.

After he came out of the room fully dressed, he brought an extra pair of gloves for Draco.Seeing the dragon leather gloves he handed over, Draco couldn't help but smile happily. Lambert knew what he had made up, so he didn't bother to talk to him, so he pretended not to see it.

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Black House.

When Lambert opened the door, a huge painting flew towards him. In the next second, the painting was hit by a spell in mid-air, and it was torn apart in front of his eyes——

Draco pulled him subconsciously and turned around, hugged him in his arms, and used his back to block some glass shards flying over there.

However, the magic item on Lambert reacted faster than both of them, and the emerald green beads on his wrist lit up, blocking all the glass shards within a dozen centimeters of Draco.

The shards of glass seemed to have hit a transparent cover, bounced back, and collided with the narrow wall again.

Immediately afterwards, there were inhaling sounds one after another in the corridor of Black's old house. The first one sounded was Narcissa's high-pitched voice: "Oh! Merlin! My baby dragon!"

A group of Gryffindors standing on the second floor watching the battle between Sirius and the Malfoys couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their eyes. When they heard Narcissa's scream, they opened their fingers and saw the door That pair of Slytherins full of affection.

Harry held his wand and tried to persuade them to fight, but he couldn't do anything in time, he could only watch the picture frame fly out. If it wasn't for Sirius's quick eyesight and quick hands, he really didn't know if it was the serious consequences caused by the picture frame flying out. Still such a fragmented situation is even more terrifying.

Originally, the joy of seeing the two of them froze on his face instantly after the door opened, until after watching Draco's movements, he heard the gasping sound of the background sound, he took two steps forward and stepped on the door On the shards of glass, he raised his voice and asked, "...you two, are you alright?"

Narcissa rushed out from the door, pushed Lambert and Harry aside, and pulled her son up and down to check, for fear of seeing half of his hair missing.

"I'm fine, Mom?" Draco raised his hand to tell Narcissa that he was fine, but in the next second, Narcissa threw a check spell.

Harry was next to Lambert, quickly raised the corners of his lips and then lowered them, his green eyes were full of smiles: "Welcome, Lambert—how about you go in with me first?"

Hearing what he said, Draco couldn't help but give him a hard look.

Harry blinked innocently back at him.

Lambert pursed his lips. He had already been frightened once in the morning, and he was stimulated twice a day, so he didn't know what kind of expression to put on.

So he followed Harry into Black's old house, and the old house elf appeared on the second floor. Looking at the bad situation below, he grunted and complained that Sirius had broken the house, and snapped his fingers. Immediately returned to its original shape and flew back to the wall.

Narcissa also quickly brought Draco into the house. At that time, Lambert was surrounded by the Weasley twins, telling him about the new products developed recently-because he invested in them before The two of them were studying the making of class skipping candies, so they were trying their best to get sponsors for themselves at the moment.

Lucius and Narcissa brought Draco into the room, and Lambert was pulled into the kitchen. One of the ginger-haired brothers pulled out the chair, and the other pressed him on the chair. After opening the shop, they asked him in unison:

"What do you think of this idea?"

Faced with two pairs of hopeful eyes, Lambert was stunned for a moment and then replied: "I think it's good, how much sponsorship do you need?"

"One Thousand Gold Galleons!"

"I just like you as a straightforward benefactor!"

After seeing Lambert nodding without thinking, Ron folded his arms angrily beside him, not wanting to say a word-what can he do, Slytherin is so rich!

Harry sat across from him and raised his hand to them both. "May I join in too? Sounds like fun."

"Of course! We're open to Galleons, aren't we, Fred?" George nodded at Harry, and looked at Fred who was drafting a cooperation statement with his wand and parchment.

After Lambert and Harry both signed, Ginny looked at the two of them with her chin on the side, then at her brother, and suddenly asked, "I have some money here too, can I join?"

"No, Ginny, keep your pocket money." Fred replied without looking up.

George replied, "Hey, I'll buy you a new school uniform this year when my brothers earn money."

When Ron heard this, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he interjected: "Do I have it too?"

Fred and George immediately stopped what they were doing, looked up at him at the same time, looked at each other after a while, and lowered their heads as if they didn't hear anything.

Ron Weasley felt that he might have been picked up by his mother-he didn't enjoy any good treatment as a young son in this family.

Harry and Lambert tried to keep the smile off their lips.But Lambert soon stopped laughing, as Fred and George got down to business and started gossip about their inner Slytherins:

Fred took the cup on the table as a microphone, and handed it to Lambert: "I heard that the Malfoy boy has been pursuing you for a long time, boss, what do you think of this matter?"

George pretended to be a live audience and acted as a voiceover: "Huh? How did I hear that our boss likes a shy little cutie? Let me recall her name... um, Miss Shafik, is it?"

Lambert tried to get out of their circle speechlessly, refusing to answer any questions.

At this moment, Draco walked into the kitchen side, Lambert glanced at him, noticed his expression, pushed away the Weasley brothers who were laughing in front of him, and walked towards him——

"What's wrong?" Judging by his expression, it didn't seem like a trivial matter.

Seeing this scene, Fred and George sighed, and Ginny gave them a summary with a smile: "The answer is simply too obvious, let's stop today's "Slytherin Gossip" program."

Lambert and Draco went to the empty room where they had practiced Occlumency before, and watched him for a long time—

As a result, Draco didn't speak, but instead looked around at the scene, his thin lips were slightly raised, remembering the last time they practiced Occlusion.

"I advise you to stop the picture in your mind now—" Lambert gritted his teeth and looked at him. On his delicate and beautiful face, a pair of green eyes shone slightly because of the master's anger, which was very beautiful.

Draco chuckled, leaned closer to his face, deliberately lowered his voice, and deliberately teased the person in front of him: "You know me so well?"

The temperature in the air gradually rose, and before the calm turned into ambiguity, Lambert stopped this trend in time, cleared his throat, and asked: "Is it the conflict between your parents and Sirius, or in other words, with all of them? Feel the contradictions of people you don’t like, right?”

Draco didn't speak, obviously, he hadn't figured out how to deal with this matter.

"How about going to my house?" In the next second, Lambert threw this option at him.

The room was silent for two seconds, and it wasn't until the smile in the eyes of the person in front of him was so obvious that it was about to overflow that Lambert realized what he just said.Blinking a few times subconsciously, he added:

"What I mean is that there are only a few places where the safest places are now. Although Dumbledore promised to provide them with shelter, it is clear that they have no intention of joining the Order of the Phoenix. In this case, change a place—you can restrain yourself The sneer in your eyes?"

It was obviously a serious suggestion, and it was exactly the solution the other party needed, why did Draco have an expression that seemed to have seen through his mind?

Lambert closed his mouth, and when he spoke again, he said in a flat tone: "Well, since you don't need..."

"Okay." Draco interrupted him softly, with an undeniable sense of affirmation, as if he had convinced the Lucius couple.

Lambert subconsciously pressed his tongue on his lower jaw, and realized that the matter had been resolved, he turned and walked towards the door—after taking two steps, he remembered something, then turned around and said to Draco indifferently :

"Don't stand in front of me next time." Refers to what happened at the gate of Black's old house before.

Draco snorted lightly, raised his tone slightly, and deliberately answered Lambert in a very unbeatable tone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lambert, you have to know that sometimes people's instinct to overcome themselves is not An easy thing."

Lambert wanted to sew that mouth shut with a needle.

But he understood that the other party's words deserved to be beaten, but it was true.

After experiencing life and death several times, they don't know when they developed such a habit.

After thinking about it, he walked up to Draco, looked up at the light-blond boy who was slightly taller than him, and said calmly, "Stretch out your hand."

Draco was a little puzzled, but he held out his hand anyway.

In the next second, his free hand was covered with the emerald green bead string that had faded from the opponent's hand, still carrying the remaining warmth of the original owner, and Lambert's words of explanation were heard in his ears:

"I just took it out at noon today. It automatically detects dangerous objects around me, and blocks ten physical attacks—it should be nine times short of permission. Just throw it away after use."

After explaining, he took a step back without hesitation, turned and left.

It wasn't until he saw him open the door and his figure disappeared into the corridor that Draco reached out and slowly touched the new bracelet on his wrist. I have to say that the things produced by Lambert are aesthetically pleasing As far as he is concerned, even the picky Malfoy has nothing to say.

Looking at the bracelet with silver-gray eyes, he whispered to himself after a while:

"Don't like me? Huh?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert [with a blank face]: I don't like it.

Draco: Huh.

Harry: Looking down at the dog food in his bowl.