[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

A few strands of soft black hair fell to his forehead. The boy with a handsome face was wearing a white slim-fitting military uniform. It would obviously increase the number of people turning heads on the streets of London, but it didn't match the alleys of the wizarding world, so the boy casually He took out a black cloak and covered himself tightly, only showing his slightly curved chin.

The two walked back to Diagon Alley in silence, speechless all the way.

Lambert was thinking about the plan later in his heart. The previous owners had opened clothing stores in Diagon Alley, and some opened clothing stores in the common world of London. He had to check the operation before inheriting the property .

Besides, he had to take the long train back to Peverell's house in Brook Canyon.

Thinking of this, Draco, who was walking in front of him, quickened his pace again and ran towards the person he saw ahead.

Lambert raised his hand and put the hood back on his head, looking straight ahead. Lucius was speaking quickly, turning his head to look at him from time to time, his gray-blue eyes showing a trace of indifference.

He breathed a sigh of relief...Fortunately, he has turned into a 20-year-old witty man, and he doesn't believe that Draco's father also came up with a wave of mind reading skills.

A few minutes later, Draco's expression was obviously relaxed a lot. After asking his father for approval with a smile, he turned and walked this way, looked up at him, with a Malfoy-style standard smirk on his face: "Next See you again."

In the silver-gray eyes is written: [Don't forget the book you promised me. ]

"See you next time." The boy bent his lips, his somewhat cold expression softened instantly when he was not smiling, and his emerald-like pupils were also smiling.

[send to you?Tell me the address. ]

Draco obviously hesitated, but thinking of his impatient father who might be waiting, he quickly replied: [Next year, Hogwarts.Take the Nick Flamel material and other books on the soul. ]

[All right. ] Lambert nodded, seeing his back turning and leaving, the smile on his face couldn't help deepening a little.

Hey, a duplicitous little friend—he said before that he would not go to Hogwarts if he died.

Then he pretended that Draco didn't thank him because he was shy.

The most famous store in Diagon Alley is Mrs. Malkin's robe store, and there is also a high-end clothing store, both of which are mainly dark-colored robes and dark-colored cloaks. He walked around and couldn't understand the difference between the different black fabrics. beautiful.

Then he walked to his shop that was crowded in the corner and no one cared about it, and looked around at the door, which looked like a funeral clothing monopoly, but he didn't work up the courage to step in for a long time.

... It is a miracle that such a store has not yet gone bankrupt.

The moment he walked out of Diagon Alley, a cat in yellow clothes ran out from the corner with a dried fish in its mouth, and followed him out of the hole in the wall that had been moved by the bricks.

"Yo, that's amazing. Who's thigh did you hug? Did you get all the dried fish?" He knelt down on one knee, squatted down, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile in Chinese.

The big cat's tail was raised proudly, and the black eyes looked away, pretending to be disgusted and said: "Actually, I prefer pork belly."

Oh, look what you can do.

Lambert didn't bother to pay attention to it, and stretched out his palm, it jumped onto his hand first, and then jumped onto his shoulder, this time it was able to squat firmly, and said with satisfaction: "Well, it's better for you to look like this now. By the way, where are we going?"

"Mountain patrol——if you dare to drop dried fish crumbs on my clothes, you will die." Lambert replied to him blankly, took off the cloak on his body, and let it take back its space inside.

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London, near the River Thames.

Even if you look out from the transparent window of the store, you can see the spectacular London Eye and London Bridge against the blue sky and white clouds, as if you can cut out a postcard directly from any corner.

Lambert just learned from Yige that the original owner of the store, the former heir of Peverell, had already indicated in his will that his property would return to the Peverell family after his death.As long as I go through the relevant procedures in the Muggle world at that time, this clothing store that has been open for more than a hundred years and has not gone bankrupt will automatically be included in my name.

... I don't know how much interest I have accumulated in the past 100 years, Lambert fantasized happily.

Getting rich overnight is always a good mood.

After wandering around the store and looking at the clothes that are currently on sale, he walked out while thinking about how to use the advantages of Big Meow to develop a clothing chain, and asked in a low voice: "By the way, you can exchange those blueprints for me." come out?"

"Of course you can. The problem is that you don't have a tailor here, and you don't have a garment factory to cooperate with. You can't mass-produce it if you give you the blueprint." Speaking of this, Big Miao is also a little depressed. I always feel that Lanxi can look good without herself. I feel a little bitter in my heart.

Then go back and discuss with Yige.Recalling the clothes that filled the studio in that house, he always felt that it was not simple.

Just thinking about making a fortune, a man suddenly rushed towards him from the small alley next to him. The fighting skills that come with the military uniform were dutifully playing a role. Before he could react, his body subconsciously avoided it.

The boy who was running too fast was busy looking back to see if there was anyone catching up behind him, he stepped on the ground suddenly, and fell directly to the edge of the road, the wrestling posture seemed to hurt him.

When the boy raised his head with difficulty and saw that face, Lambert felt that the picture was very familiar——

The boy's forehead was tightly covered by the soft black hair, the light green eyes under the broken glasses frame looked a little dazed, under the bridge of the slightly straight nose, two tubes of nosebleed fell to the lips.

Out of some kind of emotion, he walked over, leaned over and stretched out his hand to the other party:

"Are you OK?"

The boy held his hand, stood up from the ground, looked down at his old clothes getting dirtier, wiped his nose with his hand, and replied, "I'm fine, thank you."

A group of children ran out of the back alley, the boy at the head with hair dyed like a feather duster stared at Lambert.

Lambert turned around and stared at them with great interest. Seeing him standing in front of the boy, as if he wanted to intervene in this matter, the leader hesitated for a moment, and turned around unwillingly and said to his friends: "Forget it!" .”

Then he turned and pointed at the black-haired boy next to Lambert, and warned, "No next time, freak."

Seeing them leave, the black-haired little boy next to him was obviously relieved, knowing that it was all due to the man beside him, he smiled kindly and said, "Thank you."

"Uh huh, you're welcome, I just see that we look alike." Staring at his nose for a long time, Lambert touched his empty pockets with some distress, and suggested: "Your nose It doesn't look very good, but unfortunately I didn't bring any money when I went out..."

Even if he brought it, it wasn't a British pound. If he didn't want to scare the children with the silver coins in his pocket, he didn't seem to be able to afford a pack of tissues.

The black-haired boy turned his pockets out in front of him, looked at the empty pocket with only scraps of paper falling out, and looked up at the man awkwardly, but Lambert felt more intimate with him.

If Draco was here at this time, he would understand that this came from the sympathy between two poor people.

"If you don't mind, I'll take you home?" Lambert, who was about to get rich overnight, was in a very clear mood, and it was rare that he wanted to do something good.

Hearing the word 'go home', a trace of disgust flashed in the boy's eyes, and the whole person seemed a little depressed, "No, I can walk back by myself, thank you."

Lambert automatically added a [-]-word novel in his mind, about a boy who ran away from home to beg for food on the street and was kicked out of his site by the boss of the beggar gang.

"A wizard." Just as the boy was walking towards the house depressed, an old voice suddenly came from behind him.

what?

Lambert frowned, and discussed with the pocket watch hanging around his neck in a low voice: "Ig, we agreed..." Don't be so high-profile in the world of ordinary people.

The boy who heard the voice stopped, turned around, and repeated in doubt: "A wizard?"

The man twitched his lips in embarrassment, and replied with a laugh: "I suddenly thought of a very interesting story about wizards in the Middle Ages. Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet, maybe we will meet again in the future?"

Since Yige said he was a wizard, the other party seemed to be about the same age as him in the future, so he could get a wave of favorability in advance.

The boy looked hopeless about seeing him again, but he replied politely, "Harry, my name is—Harry Potter."

Lambert: ……………? ? ? ? ?

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: First saved a wave of Draco, and then saved a wave of Harry Potter. After finishing Harry's favorability, they will definitely be able to get along happily in the future. It's so happy to hold two thighs tightly.

Author: That's right, so I won't have anything to do with you in the future.

Lambert: ………… Immersed in the sadness of being a false protagonist.