[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Inside the Great Hall on the first floor of Hogwarts.

Many students are wondering at a loss: what is a Horcrux?

The Slytherin students who had stayed inside looked at each other in blank dismay, and some of the seventh graders boldly went to the offices of Principal Dumbledore and their own dean, wanting to ask about Horcruxes.

The savior recognized by the entire magic world, the boy who survived a catastrophe—so he survived a catastrophe because he was made into a Horcrux?

Principal's office.

Snape turned his head to look at Dumbledore as early as the first moment he heard the news, the same shock flashed in his always bottomless black eyes, when his sight touched Dumbledore's face, he said in a heavy tone said:

"You already knew—"

The momentum in those words carried a terrifying implication that the mountain rain was about to come.

Dumbledore just looked at him indifferently, nodded after a while and said: "Yes, I doubted it as early as I discovered that his soul could be made into a Horcrux - the connection between them later was even more so. Let me confirm that."

"I'm sorry, Severus." Seeing Snape's expression of extremely suppressed pain, Dumbledore answered again.

The man in the black wizard robe took a few steps back, his shoulder-length black hair was shiny, his usually serious face twitched slightly at this moment because he was dominated by a bad mood. After a while, he looked at Dumbledore , word by word:

"I won't trust you again."

I won't trust you again, this time I will try my best to protect her child.

He turned and left from the principal's office, the hem of his robe resolutely flying in the air, creating billowing black waves.

-

At the same moment, the door of the auditorium was opened, and Lambert and Draco walked in.Just as he saw Harry standing in the center, and the surrounding students gathered in groups according to the school, their eyes of doubt, suspicion and hatred fell on Harry one by one.

The black-haired young man standing in the center looked a little dazed, and seemed to want to defend himself, but he couldn't say anything.

He himself didn't know whether what Voldemort said was true or not.

He didn't want to believe it so much.

But—why did he speak Parseltongue, why could he see Voldemort's mind...

All kinds of questions that he had doubts in the past seem to have found the answer today, but this answer almost negates his life for more than ten years.

So he swallowed all those words back into his stomach, and silently accepted the judgment from everyone, like a person who committed some heinous crime.

"What he said was false." Standing at the door of the auditorium, Lambert firmly said a word amidst the voices full of buzzing discussions.

Sure enough, in the next second, voices of doubt came from all directions:

"how do you know?"

"Then tell me why he survived the death curse 16 years ago?"

"It's come to this point, there's no need for the Dark Lord to lie, right?"

……

Some people even broke the jar and said: "Even if it is fake, as long as Potter is handed over, we have no reason to fight, right?"

And simply think that he is just looking for reasons for his friends:

"It's already at this time, you don't need to drag everyone into the water just because you have a good relationship with him?"

That's how people are. When people don't give you any way to survive and just want to kill you, you think that there will be a way to survive if you stand up and resist.But when people tell you that as long as you give up confrontation, the road ahead is still bright and open, many people will put down their weapons.

With just one sentence, this seemingly strong and unbreakable alliance will instantly disintegrate from within.

Because Voldemort knows people's hearts too well.

Lambert looked at them one by one calmly, accepted overwhelming doubts, and waited until their voices slowly lowered, before answering each question one by one:

"First, who of you know what a Horcrux is?"

"Secondly, his existence has nothing to do with the kindness that does not exist in the Dark Lord. It is entirely due to blood magic. As for those who don't even know blood magic, you can ask Hermione."

"Thirdly, whether the Dark Lord needs to lie is his own business. All I know is that he must win this war by any means."

He paused at this point, a slight sarcasm appeared in his emerald green eyes, and the smile on his lips was no longer as gentle as before, but more ironic: "As for those who think that handing over Harry can avoid For this battle, I can only say that you are right—"

He deliberately slowed down his voice, and slowly continued under the puzzled and surprised eyes of Cedric and Hermione's own staff:

"Because after Harry was handed over, there was no war between us and Voldemort - there was, it was his one-sided massacre of us."

A sixth-year Slytherin snorted disdainfully: "I have nothing against you fighting for your friends, but Lambert—you don't have to bring the whole of Hogwarts with you, do you?"

Draco looked at him, slightly twitched the corners of his lips, and asked with a slight tone of voice: "If I remember correctly, Dumbledore seems to have said the principle of 'voluntary participation in war'?"

Cedric walked out of the group of Hufflepuffs first, stood next to Harry, and said to his classmates from the same school: "Based on my contact with him, I wonder what kind of person Harry is." It's clear - I'm not going to hand over my companions to the Dark Lord, that's all."

Ron also rushed back after Lambert and Draco arrived in the auditorium. At this time, he was surrounded by many Gryffindor students. After hearing Cedric's words, he lowered his head and didn't know what to think.

Half a minute later, he walked to Harry's side under the surprised eyes of Seamus and other students, and said with a complicated expression: "Although he is a Slytherin, he is a student of Hogwarts. And he is also my... ...friend, right?"

At the end, he turned to look at Harry with a nervous look on his face.I worry that this kind of thinking is just my own wishful thinking.

— Well, he didn't know why he was helping a Slytherin now, he just felt he had to!

Harry's mood was equally complicated. Things had twists and turns in such a short period of time, and his friends were willing to help him, which really moved him and was a little scared.

I was afraid that if what Voldemort said was true, would he really become the opponent's Horcrux one day and be controlled by him?

Seeing the nervous expression on Ron's face, he smiled and said firmly, "Of course, we've always been friends."

Just after he finished speaking, Seamus, Neville and others looked around and walked towards the middle. Seamus's face was full of indifference, as if his current actions were just taking a walk after dinner:

"Well, the prefect's friend is our friend."

Pansy and Blaise put the lower grades in the kitchen so that the house-elves could protect them while providing them with food.

Seeing this scene when she pushed open the door of the auditorium, the brunette girl raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Who will explain to me—why is our lovely Harry surrounded by Gryffindor?"

"Because the Slytherins are obviously unwilling to protect their classmates, ah... I feel like this matter can make me laugh for a while... probably for a lifetime?" Ron replied to her with a sarcasm on his face.

After fighting against the Slytherins for so many years, he had somewhat learned their sarcastic tone.

Pansy and Blaise looked at each other and walked towards Harry at the same time. Blaise smiled and said:

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, don't try to abduct our golden boy to your house, you know - we still expect him to win two more years of Quidditch championship."

Even though it was a great war, these words sounded full of hope.

I want to win, I want to live an ordinary school life like before.

Before the exam, I would stay up late and read books, wishing to study all night; when Quidditch started, I shouted out my throat to cheer for my college; ;wouldn't it seem weird to be able to rant about Professor Binns' body stuck in a desk while listening to a boring History of Magic...

Many, many things, usually thought so ordinary, are now very precious in retrospect.

I don't want these beautiful things to be destroyed like this.

-

Time passed quickly and slowly.

For many, they're counting on a consensus to push Harry Potter out, so they can end this unwilling battle.

Unfortunately, the facts are not as they hoped.

More and more people stood beside Harry, and Lambert also said: "If you are so worried that he will pose a threat to you-then let him stay with me, and we will jointly be in charge of the Hogwarts perimeter." The defense will never give you any chance to feel the feeling of being attacked from behind."

Of course Ron and the others disagreed, and they all expressed their willingness to fight side by side with Harry.

"Thank you, really, but I think...it's better for me and Lambert to go outside together." But their wishes did not affect the parties involved, and Harry chose to leave the castle and go outside.

Lambert and Draco looked at each other subconsciously.

Did Harry really believe the Horcrux?

This is kind of bad.

Worse, if he asked, what was Lambert going to say?

Without giving him a chance to think, Harry and the two of them walked out of the Great Hall and out of the castle in silence.As soon as they left Hogwarts Castle, the black-haired boy walking behind the two of them asked in a low voice:

"It's true what he said, isn't it?"

Lambert stopped and looked back at him.Harry stood on the last step of the steps of Hogwarts Castle, the highest place, his figure looked lonely and lonely.

The good friend who always comforted him gently and kept calm at all times, but at this moment he couldn't say a word, and couldn't even put a smile on his face.

"I knew it." Harry's expression seemed a little pretended to be relaxed, and his tone even rose.

"—If what he said was wrong, you wouldn't ask me to come out with you." He concluded on his own.

Lambert pursed his lips, and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know how to tell you about this..."

"It's okay." Harry interrupted him, his green eyes looked at him quietly: "It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore."

He repeated it again.

His calm appearance made Lambert feel a little uncertain, as if he had already made a decision.

Lambert looked at him standing there motionless, as if he didn't intend to continue to follow the two of them, and subconsciously wanted to persuade him: "I'm really... sorry, Harry, come with us first... ..."

I'll think of a way after this big battle, okay?

Lambert looked a little bewildered, but the man standing on the steps turned a blind eye. After a while, he reluctantly pulled the corner of his lips at Lambert and said, "Kill me."

"No." Lambert refused without thinking.

"This feeling is disgusting - can you imagine? Someone who hated for more than ten years finally told me that I have his soul in me... I would rather die." Harry looked at him deeply, and Express how he feels right now.

Draco had been silent, listening to their conversation, watching their friendship teeter on the brink.

When Lambert couldn't say a word, he suddenly said: "So, do you think that every choice you made in the past 16 years came from your own will? The devil has spent the past 16 years of your life for you?"

Harry's eyes shifted to Draco's body, looking at him steadily.

Draco curled his lips habitually, and with his usual irony in his silver-gray eyes, he continued unhurriedly: "If you think the Dark Lord is living for you—with all due respect, he Once graduated from Hogwarts with excellent grades, it is really not like someone who can get your final grades in the past few years."

It was obviously a tense moment, but Lambert couldn't help being speechless after hearing his words.

Reasoning is good reasoning, why is it always so beating when it comes out of his mouth?Lambert glanced at him and shook his head a little helplessly.

It was also due to his interruption that Harry finally took a step out of the dead end.

"As for whether all the choices in life come from personal will, I can only say that if Lambert's words hadn't influenced your choices when the houses were sorted, you might be standing in Gryffindor now?— ——Thinking about it this way, he should have had a much greater influence on you than the Dark Lord." Draco thought of the things in his previous life, and the mocking smile on his lips became more obvious.

Lambert: ...It actually makes sense.

Harry: ...? ? ?Why should he be assigned to Gryffindor for a disagreement? ?

Lambert raised his right hand, rubbed the back of his index finger against his chin, and made a summary: "So you can regard his soul existing here as a beautiful accident?"

Harry was also a little helpless amused by the appearance of the two of them, but he felt his mind cleared up a lot. After thinking about it, he said seriously, "Just in case, it's better for me to stay alone."

After a few seconds of silence, Lambert compromised: "Okay."

Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, there were countless "bang, bang" sounds on the Hogwarts shield above the castle, and the three of them looked up—attacks from all directions hit the transparent shield. cover.

The time limit has expired, the armistice is invalidated, and the war officially begins.