[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The Lucius couple never appeared outside again, as if they didn't want to be contaminated with the strong Gryffindor flavor in the house.

Draco went to find them, and Lambert went to the living room on the second floor-because the members of the Order of the Phoenix were not there at this time, it was almost the children's world here.Molly Weasley was cleaning at home, and because the children were not only incapable of helping but also easily causing trouble, they were sent here this morning.

At this time, the living room was the Weasley brothers' paradise. There were all kinds of crucibles on the table. To be honest, seeing the various liquids boiling inside, Lambert found that they were also quite talented in potion making. point.

As for Professor Snape - maybe he just wanted to hurt Ron before.

Because Lambert really had nothing to do, so he rolled up his sleeves to help watch a few pots.Harry took today's reprinted "Daily Prophet" from outside the door, came in, shook the newspaper in his hand at them, and asked:

"Hey, did you read the news today?"

Lambert was stirring the crucible counterclockwise with a glass rod, and replied without raising his head: "See." Although his heart was a little guilty when he spoke, there was not much emotion on his face.

Harry was a little surprised at his calmness, thinking that the effect of the potion in the cauldron in his hand was more attractive to him - after all, in the whole of Slytherin, Lambert and Draco had the best potion results, let's go In the past, I took a look inside, combined the color and taste, and asked uncertainly:

"Scabies potion?"

The recipe learned in the first-year potion class is simply an introductory practice for wizards.

Lambert let out a "huh", glanced at him, turned his gaze back, continued to stare at the crucible, and said seriously: "I've been researching the formula to reduce the time to make these basic potions, and it happens that this basic potion is also try."

When Fred and George over there heard this, they stared at him with wide eyes: "Hey, boss, this is your money—"

"Experiment with scabies potion? I respect you for being a man." George took his own cauldron and carried it to the place farthest from Lambert's position to start working, because he was worried that Lambert's pot would blow up. Innocent people were hurt afterwards.

Seeing that he is the boss, Fred also took out a tube of ointment from the side and handed it to him: "It's a small business, and it specializes in treating burns and scalds. Why don't you try the effect first, boss?"

Lambert refused with a heck, "No need, I've already learned how much porcupine quills will cause boiling and even explosion. I guarantee with the [-] crucibles I have fried, it will never affect you."

Fred withdrew his sample tube regretfully, looking very sad at Lambert's rejection.

Harry looked at him in surprise, and it took a long time before he said in a complicated tone: "So, is this why you got an "O (Excellent)" in Potions?—Sacrifice of countless cauldrons?"

Lambert continued to stare at the pot, counting the seconds in his heart while replying: "Yes, not everyone is a genius student like Draco and Hermione."

"Oh, you are negating my hard work by saying that." The tall girl who just opened the door and walked in put down the backpack on her shoulders, and looked at Lambert with a smile. Show her delicate face.

Lambert raised his eyebrows, watching her coming with some surprise, and after a while, he reached out and turned down the flame of the cauldron in front of him, and replied: "Okay, I apologize—and take back that sentence by the way." gone."

To let a guy know that he just praised him as a genius, he may not be so proud.

Pulling out his wand and waving it in mid-air, a light green fluorescent countdown appeared in the air. He didn't bother to count the seconds, so he retracted his wand and walked towards them.

"Why are you here?" Lambert stood by the table, looked at Hermione, and asked her with a smile.

The flower of Ravenclaw was obviously also happy to see so many partners, and even gave Lambert a hug with unprecedented excitement, and hugged Harry and Fred brothers one by one, and replied He: "Because my parents plan to take advantage of this Christmas to travel to the United States, Ron invited me to their house for Christmas, so I will come here first."

Ron invites you... Lambert blinked, trying not to pull out his wand to throw a spell at Ron Weasley, who was somewhere in the house.

Harry seemed to see the inexplicable gloomy breath behind Lambert after Hermione said this, and he let out an "uh" and wanted to change the subject.The Weasley brothers over there have already come up, clapping their hands from left to right:

"Do you really want to beat our pig who knows how to push cabbage now?" George grinned and scratched his nose with his thumb, and there was a hint of teasing in his words.

"Don't control yourself! Boss! We are very jealous of him being so lucky, and we can even hold him down for you." Fred nodded, seemingly sincerely making this suggestion.

Lambert couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said, "Forget it."

While they were playing and doing experiments in the conference room, there was a crackling sound of joints unfolding from the kitchen door—it was the sound of someone apparating.Dumbledore added special magic to Grimmauld Place this year, allowing people with certain qualifications to come to this place through Apparition.

Sure enough, the next second, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Rhine, with brown slightly curly hair, was leaning against the door. His sea-blue eyes looked a little tired, but they were more of a relaxation after overwork. When he saw Lambert, he rushed to him. whistled:

"Wow, look who I saw? Isn't this my lovely nephew?" Rhine always had an irredeemable taste of ruffian, the casualness of American cowboy and the gentleness of British gentleman combined in him He has a different kind of charm, and he himself is very good at switching between this state - so many people who have come into contact with him can't forget his unique charm.

The smile on the corner of Lambert's lips widened a bit, he went up to give him a hug, and asked, "I thought you should be at Grandpa Newkman's place at this time?"

Laington pretended to be sad and wiped the corners of his eyes, trying to make his expression look pitiful:

"Oh, that's right, but I'm sorry that the Death Eaters obviously don't have any sense of festivities, or rather, they hope to leave us with some special commemoration on this important day of the year-look at my miserable state , I was called up by the Ministry of Magic for a meeting and mobilized at noon until now, and I haven’t even had time to eat a hot meal.”

It does sound miserable - but there are Lambert's reasons for it.

If you think about it seriously, if Lambert and Draco hadn't gone to Gringotts this morning to mess around, then the Death Eaters wouldn't have come out to brush up their presence, and the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have summoned all or Are neutral, or wizards who are against the Death Eater faction.

Voldemort was really driven to the extreme, otherwise he wouldn't have given the wizarding world a chance to unite.

It can be said that Lambert dared to attack his Horcrux when he and Draco were on the cusp this time, which was definitely a clear challenge to his authority.

"If you don't mind, you can come to my place for Christmas?" Anyway, one more family is too many, and it's okay to add another one.

This is what Rhine was waiting for—he wanted to go to Peverell's old house for a long time, but he didn't have much time before.

Of course, he didn't know at this point that the Malfoys were with him as guests at Peverell - and it looked like they might have been there longer than he had been.

As soon as he agreed, an old man in a blue wizard robe appeared next to him. It was Dumbledore.

The eyes under the old man's glasses gave Lambert a meaningful look, raised his hand and knocked on the door of the room lightly, and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your party, children, but I have to ask for something. Lambert has a good understanding, I hope you have time, kid." At the end of his speech, his eyes only fell on Lambert.

Lambert knew that the incident in the morning could be hidden from anyone and Dumbledore, so he immediately nodded to the surrounding people and walked over there.

Almost as soon as he went out, he saw Draco walking down the stairs. He subconsciously smiled and said to Dumbledore next to him:

"I'm afraid we need to add one more person to our conversation, Mr. Dumbledore, in order to clarify the matter."

The old man glanced to the side, and noticed that Draco's gaze was also cast in this direction. After a pause, he calmly replied:

"Of course, boy, I'd love to hear your stories."