[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Draco turned around and watched Lambert come to his side, took off the gloves and handed them to himself: "Isn't it cold?"

The black-haired boy looked up at him and asked lightly.

The boy with light blond hair didn't have much color on his face, but now that he was outside in a world of ice and snow, his skin was even more of a frozen white color.Lambert's right hand was in his pocket, and his left hand was in the position of handing him a glove. Even seeing that he didn't take it immediately, he subconsciously lifted his hand up, almost in front of him.

Draco could see the gloves as soon as he lowered his eyesight, but he was obviously more interested in the hand than the gloves that were still warm.

The next moment, Draco held Lambert's wrist with his right hand, and his cold fingertips touched the warm skin. The temperature made people feel nostalgic for him, and he wanted to hold this person in his arms the next moment—— But in the end, he just used his left hand to stuff the glove into the left pocket, and his right hand slid down a little along the skin of the wrist with a good feel, holding his palm, and took his left hand into the right pocket. .

Lambert subconsciously tried to withdraw his hand, but failed.

Even though the temperature outside was very low, he felt a cluster of heat, which spread up along the part in contact with the opponent's skin, from the arms to the shoulders, to the neck, and even to the cheeks.

The whole person seemed to be split in half from the middle, the left side was hot, and the right side was still frozen by the outdoor wind and snow.

Fortunately, his proud reasoning is always online, and somehow he feels as if being shy is tantamount to admitting defeat, so he pretends that nothing happened. He asked with a smile:

"Why is a person doubting life here?"

Draco glanced at him lazily, remained silent for a few seconds before answering, "Just walking around."

"For the sake of being a life mentor to me once in the first grade, well, I can answer a question for you for free now." Lambert didn't believe that he was just walking around like this, if it wasn't the Malfoy family, or the What happened inside Leitlin, how could Draco blow the wind alone on the roof.

Draco chuckled, turned his head, his silver-gray eyes looked at his side face - Lambert has been afraid to turn his head and look at him since just now, and it is the same now, even if he is staring at him After a while, he also pretended to be indulging in the scenery outside, and spoke normally, but did not turn his head back.

The black-haired boy's appearance is really good-looking, even in profile.The bridge of the nose is neither high nor low, with a slightly soft curvature. When it falls on the lip line and jaw, the line not only has the characteristics of a man's facial features, but also kneads the gentle and soft breath that belongs to him alone.

The most impressive thing was naturally those green eyes, which contained all the gentleness of this person.

Just staring at him quietly for a while, you will be infected by the quiet breath on his body.Lambert's effect on him was more useful than the temperature outside. It made those bad pictures floating in his heart shatter and sink one after another, even the restless nerves that were roasted by the fire dragon. Calm down.

It's just that there may be some side effects: for example, it makes his heart itch.

So he couldn't help but leaned into his ear and whispered, "I do have a problem."

The warm breath fell on the edge of the ear, mixed with the cold wind blowing, causing his ears to feel ice and fire. At this moment, Draco said in a light tone:

"May I ask when the person I like will agree to date me?"

Lambert felt that the temperature in his left ear might not go away tonight.

Clearing his throat, he stared at the balcony handrail of the Astronomical Building, which was scorched from the cold, and replied calmly: "This question is foul, next one."

Draco raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak again, when Lambert finally turned his head and stared at him, his beautiful eyes were extraordinarily clear because of his master's annoyance, reflected by the nearby Gryffindor tower The light, the fair face was covered with a layer of soft light.

"If you don't tell me, then I'll ask you a question? Is it related to the Malfoy family, or is it related to Slattery?" Lambert felt that he should have done this long ago.

Seeing that he was about to turn around and leave after being teased again, Draco restrained himself for a while—just because the question was no longer in the scope of his interest, he answered the question somewhat negatively and negligently:

"It's the Vanishing Cabinet—I went to the Room of Requirement tonight, and the Vanishing Cabinet has been moved there."

"So, someone really took your place and served as an internal response to the Dark Lord?" Lambert didn't ask further, and after hearing him say this, he guessed what Draco did. It was nothing more than letting that thing Go elsewhere, or become a "vanishing cabinet" completely.

When Draco heard his ridicule, he couldn't help but frowned, and after a while he just said, "Pay attention to Nott."

Lambert nodded, seeing that a professor was about to come out to patrol, he suggested, "Let's go, go back."

While Draco was relaxing, he pulled his hand out, turned around and walked towards the room first.Draco squinted, looked at his back, and asked slowly: "How do I remember that there are still problems that have not been resolved?"

Lambert pretended not to hear, and even accelerated his pace a lot. Looking at that posture, if Draco didn't keep up, the door might slap him in the face later.

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As a result, Lambert developed a fever for no reason the next day.

It was only when Draco saw that he didn't get up at [-]:[-] and walked to his bedside to find out.The face of someone wrapped in a quilt was abnormally red, and the sweat on his head even wet his hair.

He felt that he was extremely cold, even though he had already covered himself with a thick quilt.

Dazedly, he touched the magic wand from the pillow and wanted to give himself a warming spell. He thought about it in his mind for a long time, but he couldn't think of it.

Draco touched his forehead with the back of his hand, took out his wand and used a detection spell, saw the high temperature number floating in the air, looked at him with complicated eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's really Slytherin Princess……"

Lambert was aroused by the touch of his forehead by a hand that was colder than his own. When he opened his eyes, he heard this sentence, and subconsciously replied:

"This is my first cold this year. Is it within the normal working range of the immune system? Put away your comments about weak chickens."

Just count him as the fastest to react.

Draco snorted disdainfully, and then said, "I'll ask for leave for today's class? Are you planning to get up and go to the medical wing, or..."

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, Lambert interrupted him with his nasal voice without even thinking about it: "No! Absolutely not!" The medicine for colds before was so bad that it smoked. If you have a cold and a fever, you will lose your sense of taste.

Maybe it was because the nasal voice was too strong, his voice was particularly emotional, the light-blond Slytherin squinted his eyes, put one hand on his head of the bed, leaned over and said, "Don't act like a baby to me—" After a pause, He added quickly: "I will bring you breakfast, lunch and medicine. You just stay in the dormitory."

Lambert rolled himself up under the quilt, and kept perfunctory "hmm" until he finally couldn't help but say:

"Brother, you see that I am already like this, what else can I do besides staying in the dormitory..."

Breakfast in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Harry watched Draco come to the auditorium alone for dinner, looked left and right but did not find another friend, and subconsciously asked, "Where's Lambert?"

Draco just picked up the tableware, and replied to him lightly: "I have a fever, rest in the dormitory."

As soon as the words fell, the surprised eyes from all sides of the long Slytherin table looked at him. Everyone's eyes can be simply interpreted in one word:

animals.

Actually made people have a fever?

Draco: ...

If only he had done it.

The people hadn't caught up yet, but the whole of Hogwarts thought they had gone to bed. It's hard to describe the feeling.

Harry looked at him with even more accusatory eyes, Draco paused for a while while applying butter, and replied without lifting his eyelids: "Pour out the waste in your mind."

So Harry understood instantly, if Lambert really got his hands on this, Draco must be in a good mood at this moment and would go to the sky without riding a broom, it definitely wasn't his tone.

Potions class.

The fifth graders of Slytherin and Gryffindor found that they only realized how good Draco was today. Others felt exhausted just doing the homework assigned by Professor Snape. Spare cauldrons - as a fever reducer!

In the end, he got an "O (excellent)" for his homework in this class, and Professor Snape gave him an extra five points for the antipyretic medicine, saying that his formula improvement was very creative.

All students: ...can we eat this dog food?Please stop showing off!

After a Gryffindor walked out of the classroom, he hugged his textbook and whispered enviously to his companion: "I also want to find a boyfriend who is excellent in Potions."

So the Gryffindor girl thought about it seriously, and answered her sincerely:

"Then you can give up the fifth grade, because the boys with the best potions in the fifth grade at Hogwarts are already a couple."

The girl who spoke before sighed, and commented with great regret: "All the outstanding academic masters have ruined the foundation, and only the scumbags are left to hurt each other."

The companion nodded approvingly.

15 minute later.

A Slytherin cellar, a male dormitory.

Lambert looked at the potion in front of him with a complicated expression, frowned and asked him, "Before I drink it, tell me what's in it?"

Draco raised his chin, narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at the roommate who dared to put on a disgusted face, and asked for a long time:

"I don't think you want to try what it's like to be taken to Madam Pomfrey's to try on her work after being hit by the Stunning Spell?"

Threat.

A blatant threat.