[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Lambert wondered when did this guy develop this habit of flirting before he could say a few words about serious business, and turned his head slightly to calm down for a few seconds, feeling that his reason had returned to his brain before turning back, His eyes fell on his pointed chin, staring at the fair skin without any blemishes, and said lightly:

"Is it over? I think it's almost time for a break."

Draco snorted softly, he couldn't tell that he wanted to let him go quickly, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a slight dissatisfaction in his tone:

"If I remember correctly, half of this dormitory still belongs to me—even if I have the prefect's single room."

Because there are few people in Slytherin, and the public space is large - plus the prefect in front of Lambert still has the right to allocate dormitories, basically Draco really does what he says.

Lambert cast a spell of clear water into the water glass on the table next to him, took the glass to his lips, and drank the cool water to moisten his throat.

After a long while, he removed the water glass and said in a calm voice: "It's up to you." He originally wanted to say, you want to abandon your senior single room and squeeze into a double dormitory?

Oddly enough, he just said these simple words in the end.

It was as if he was afraid that a certain guy would be too arrogant and slam the door away.

It's almost time, Lambert picked up his change of clothes and walked to the bathroom, planning to take a shower first, relax his brain with the warm water, and help himself fall asleep tonight.

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the next day.

Blaise walked out of the room with his textbooks in his arms, and Harry walked out of the room behind him. When he passed Lambert's room, he remembered that the date of this year's Quidditch match was uncertain-yesterday, the Slytherin Quidditch captain had announced that this semester was temporarily free. He paused on the news of the practice, raised his hand and knocked on the door of Lambert's dormitory.

After a while, the door of the room opened, and Draco was raising his hand to tie his own tie. Today he changed into his Hogwarts school uniform again. The silver-green tie made his aura somewhat noble and alienated.

But that's beside the point!

The point is—"Did you sleep together last night?" Harry blurted out, meeting him with wide-eyed eyes.

Blaise, who was about to go down the stairs in front of him, paused, his gossip prompted him to take a few steps back, and when he saw Draco standing at the door of the room, he raised his eyebrows and whistled: "Wow~"

All Slytherins who don't know that prefects live in a cell, who don't know that Draco likes Lambert.

Now, Draco was spending the night in Lambert's dorm!what does that mean!

If Lambert knew what Blaise was thinking, he would definitely answer him calmly: it means that Draco still wants to be my roommate more.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know.

"Pay attention to your wording, Harry, we are roommates." Lambert cleaned himself up, and walked out with the herbology textbook for the first class, and he was so shocked that he didn't know what to imagine. Harry met his eyes and said something to him speechlessly.

However, our great savior shouted in his heart: No, you are by no means ordinary and simple roommates!

Pushing his own glasses, Harry saw with his 2.0 eyesight after putting on the glasses, behind Lambert, the corners of Draco's lips twitched when he put on his tie - with his usual slight mockery in his eyes.

"What are you doing stuck here? It's time for breakfast in the auditorium." Lambert walked out quite naturally, ignoring Blaise's meaningful eyes next to him.

Draco, who went out behind him, closed the door with his backhand. He exchanged a glance with Blaise with his silver-gray eyes, and followed the pace of the two people in front of him expressionlessly under his narrow "tsk tsk".

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breakfast time.

In the auditorium on the first floor of Hogwarts, someone at the long Slytherin table kept delivering the latest news just now, so that when Lambert walked into the auditorium - he found that many people's eyes turned on him strangely in a circle.

Blaise, who was at the end, thought for a while, and patted Draco on the shoulder: "I forgot to say, the sixth grade prefect looked for you in the morning, but he knocked on the door and seemed to find that you were not there—"

So I really feel powerless to spread your gossip!It's too late!

Blaise thought with regret in his heart.

Draco squinted at him and said nothing, unable to see what his attitude was.Lambert also sat down with Harry quite naturally in his usual position. For him, the gossip eyes of the people around him didn't affect him much, and he was used to it from the beginning.

During the whole day of the course, Harry automatically and consciously stayed in the same group as Blaise, fully implemented the principle of "out of sight, out of sight", and refused to eat dog food around Lambert and Draco.

Lambert: ...? ? ?

Until the evening's Defense Against the Dark Arts practice session.

The Hogwarts auditorium was converted into a practice classroom, where three grades practiced freely in groups of two a day.

Today is the practice time for the first-year to third-year students of the four colleges.

The seniors can guide——but, Lambert looked at the flying spells used by the seniors in the corner, and felt that if he stayed here for one minute longer, the magic items to be reimbursed would definitely increase exponentially.

"Protego (armor protection)—" In order to avoid unnecessary waste of magic items, he waved his wand and cast himself a defensive spell.

Since the practice started, the ring on his hand has been hot, there is no way - Slytherin pure-blood students have a few black magic at home, especially when this kind of war is about to break out, of course they will teach How to protect your own children.

The whole Slytherin side looks like a... dark magic spell exchange area.

Fortunately, most of the students from the first to third grades can't even master a few spells, and they blushed most of the time, but the wand didn't feel the master's panic, and the inner core didn't move, so The tip of the wand was also indifferent, not even sparking.

It looked more like the seniors of the fifth and sixth grades came up to demonstrate the disarming spell, and then the audience was silent.

At some point, Astoria walked up to him, her blond curly hair was neatly tied up behind her head, her facial features were three-dimensional and deep, and she had a soft feeling unique to girls, exuding a beauty that belonged to her alone.After a few seconds, she asked casually, "Can you teach me how to use the Patronus spell tomorrow?"

Lambert looked at Harry who was carefully teaching a third grader to use spells in the distance, and gave her a polite smile:

"Harry's Patronus spell is much better than mine. If you don't mind, I can help you later and ask him if he is free tomorrow."

Astoria looked up at him, nodded after a while, and replied, "Okay." She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just looked up at him calmly for a while, then turned around silently. He opened his eyes and watched the junior Slytherins practicing on the field.

She thought bitterly, this boy never gave her the slightest chance.

Lambert felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he excused himself to go to the library to find some books about the exam, and left the auditorium first.

The moment he turned around, a disarming spell suddenly hit him in that direction, and was blocked by the defensive spell he had used earlier in the next second.He gripped his wand tightly and turned to look, and at the same time Harry noticed the spell flying sideways, straightened up and looked in the direction of the spell—

It's Knott.

Theodore Nott, the only son of the Nott family, one of the staunch supporters of the Death Eaters camp, Lambert even suspects that he has now replaced Draco's original position and became the Death Eater at Hogwarts. Internal response.

The tall and thin Slytherin looked like a walking skeleton, with bony arms exposed from the robes, and his hair was so light that it looked like a golden protective film covering his head.

Looking at Lambert with disdain, he said arrogantly, "Sorry, I made a mistake."

Before Lambert could speak, a voice that sounded very pleasant compared to him suddenly came from the door of the auditorium:

"Levicorpus (Fuchsia)—!" The proud man who was still facing Lambert just now was hung upside down by an inexplicable force in the next moment. The light-blond Slytherin held a book in his left hand, On the right followed a third-year Slytherin barely reaching his shoulder.

"Did you see that? That's how this spell is used." Draco said seriously to the third-year little carrot next to him, without looking at Nott who was hanging upside down in mid-air.

Third-year Slytherin: "..." But the senior, we just came out of the dean's office by the way, and didn't mean to ask you to teach me spells, okay?

However, when he met Draco's silver-gray eyes, he swallowed and nodded, indicating that he saw clearly.

Nott's line of sight was blocked by the robe hanging upside down, and he didn't know which direction to attack even if he was holding the wand. Hearing the laughter from around him, he reached out angrily to wave the robe that blocked his sight.

"Liberacorpus (Golden Bell Landing)—!" After deducting a circle of points from Gryffindor, Professor Snape, who came back satisfied, used a counter-curse expressionlessly, looking around, deliberately focusing on The tone emphasized:

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you have nothing to teach the younger grades, then I suggest you go to the library to fill your troll-like empty brains with more knowledge for OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) instead of treating this place as a playground field?"

When Professor Snape landed the last syllable, all the senior Slytherins wanted to turn around and walk out of the auditorium, burying themselves in the library from now on.

Ten seconds later, the seniors who were still in the Slytherin practice area walked towards the entrance of the auditorium. They were worried that they would get unsatisfactory grades and be sprayed by their dean as IQs at the level of slugs when they came back. .

Lambert walked up to Draco and couldn't help sighing when he saw the stack of books in his hands.

Draco gave him a sideways look, motioning for him to speak up if he had something to say.

"I really worship your masters. You still have to study at the end of the world." Lambert looked at him sincerely and said, after all, judging from the titles of the books in his hand, if he didn't start reading again, he would pass the final exam. It's time to hang up.

I don't know if Voldemort will sympathize with the students' experience and choose to attack Hogwarts during the exam week.

Draco handed him the few books in his hand, Lambert took them in a daze, and heard him say: "I borrowed it for you, thank you."

The weight of the book even made Lambert stoop to stand still.

Looking down at the book in his arms, and then at Draco, he really wanted to say: I don't want it!Who wants to see who takes it!

"This exam is different from ordinary final exams. It's too late to grind your guns. You should further broaden your knowledge—what's your expression?" Draco narrowed his eyes and stared at Lambert.

Lambert sorted out his expression, looked at him with incomparable integrity, and replied honestly: "No, I just feel sorry for those who fall in love with Xueba."

Draco snorted, and was about to say something, when he noticed the sight of someone looking at him from behind, he suppressed the sarcasm on his lips—looking back, it was Nott and the others who were quite a distance away from them.

The leader said something silently, and Draco stared at him. When Lambert looked back, Nott had already looked away, and only a few people around him followed him—by the way, Clara Boo and Goyle have been behaving strangely recently. They no longer follow Draco, nor do they try to avoid Slytherin like Blaise and Pansy, and now they are not far or near by Nott's side. .

In the eyes of others, it seemed that the young master Malfoy didn't even want his followers to follow him anymore.

This appears to be the choice for Crabbe and the Gowers.I believe it won't be long before they hear the news that these two families have completely fallen to the Death Eaters camp.

Lambert stared at Nott for a few seconds, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and there was even a slight smile in his green eyes——

His smile was so sudden that Nott, who deliberately refused to meet their eyes, turned his gaze back subconsciously, and saw the beautiful black-haired boy stop smiling, and made a cold mouth to himself: "There is no more chance."

He was referring to the spell thing.

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night.

After finally getting out of the long series of introductory spells in Latin, Lambert pressed his temple with a headache, feeling that this foreign language was a bit out of the ordinary, and was looking for Draco, but found that this person was not in the dormitory at all.

But it's almost curfew time.

Recalling the scene where he and Nott looked at each other in the corridor at that time, after thinking about it, he took out the Marauder's Map that he hadn't used for a long time.

It turned out that the name Draco Malfoy actually appeared in the Astronomy Building.

...What are you doing upstairs so late?Do you drink wind?

Lambert was puzzled.He looked down at the sleepy and yawning Big Meow at his feet, hesitated again and again, but decided to go and have a look.

astronomy building.

There is a person standing on the terrace extending from the eighth floor, which is convenient for astronomical telescopes to observe the stars. The temperature drops sharply at night, and the air seems to be absorbing the heat of everything, and everything is about to be frozen into ice.

When the curfew time came, when the tower bell rang, crystal snowflakes fell from the sky. Occasionally, a few mischievous snowflakes were blown by the wind and wanted to touch this handsome man's face, but they landed on the shallow snowflakes in disappointment. The golden top of the head was quietly melted away by the ends of the hair.

"Why didn't I know that you have such a girlish heart that you secretly come here alone at night to wait for the fairy's magic wand?" Lambert's teasing voice sounded from behind him.