[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The magic circle that enveloped Hogwarts was like a transparent bubble that had been punctured. After a hole was broken, it slowly disappeared in the air.

—the Death Eaters are calling in.

The entire castle was reduced to a battlefield.

Just after Seamus and the others blew up the drawbridge outside the castle with gunpowder, support from the Ministry of Magic also arrived.

For a time, people fighting could be seen in every corner of Hogwarts.

Inside the castle.

The brave students clenched their wands tightly and looked at the door of the auditorium defensively.Once this is broken through, it means that all their bodies will fall, and only they can protect their own lives.

outside the castle.

The stone lion statue rushed out, knocking a Death Eater into the air, and was shattered by the flying spell in the next second; the armor tried to fight the Death Eater with an axe, and slashed horizontally at the Death Eater who cast the spell; The Death Eater wanted to walk from the lawn to the tower behind, trying to trouble Dumbledore before his master gave the order, but was dragged into the water by the tentacles of the giant squid in the lake.

I don't know when it started, vines and branches of plants suddenly protruded from the soil under the floor tiles of the castle, only attacking the Death Eaters, rolling, strangling or throwing them, allowing them to advance less than a hundred meters, before they were collectively attacked. stopped the pace.

Lambert landed from mid-air, and used the large-scale hypnosis of the angel suit again. When he landed next to Draco, the ring on his right hand suddenly burst into scorching heat, and it took him a lot of control to avoid it. Let yourself subconsciously make the movement of shaking hands.

It was Draco who used black magic.

The light blond man stood not far from the Whomping Willow, holding his hawthorn wand in his right hand, and hanging his left hand.The dark red blood meanders from the wrist to the palm, and then along the back of the pale hand, it gathers sparsely to the fingertips. At the beginning, it was just a tick-tick frequency, and then turned into a blood line strangely.

From the fingertips to the grass under his feet, there is a thin line, which turns from blood red to black, and then sinks into the ground.

And within the area where he was standing, the lush grass on the lawn was moving without wind, rustling, and it seemed that the grass had absorbed his magic power and trembled as if he felt something.

The twisted branches of the Whomping Willow in the distance are separated, and the bare vines waving in the air in winter make a rustling sound, as if stretching - the next second it seems to suddenly enter the dazzling dance mode , waving its branches frantically.

It's as if it's really smoking someone.

Lambert bit his lower lip subconsciously, squeezed his right hand tightly, and his ring finger was almost uncomfortably hot - he wished he could take off the ring and throw it out in a second.

This is enough to see the impact of this magic on Draco.

Lambert wished he could rush up and stop all his movements immediately, throw him dozens of healing spells, and tell him not to use this method...don't use this method to protect everyone.

Suddenly, there was a clear and loud cry in the castle.

A fiery red streak flew out from the castle tower, hovering over Hogwarts, and as it flew past, even the sky slowly turned fiery red.

In the next second, the red phoenix slammed into the Dark Mark, and the fiery red color on its body smashed the Dark Mark into pieces in mid-air.

—Dumbledore finally decided to do it.

Voldemort came out last from the Death Eaters, and looked into the eyes of the old man who had come out from the door of the Great Hall.After many years, when the old man set foot on this land again, his identity has changed from a student to an enemy.

For Dumbledore, this was the second time he faced the mistakes he had made in his life.

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Taking advantage of Dumbledore and Voldemort's one-on-one, the Death Eaters are all attracted to the moment.

Lambert threw a dozen healing spells at Draco, but none of them made his pale complexion any better—although this person has always been fair-skinned, he used to look full of extravagance, not what he looks like now Slightly morbidly tired.

There was a smile in Draco's silver-gray eyes, watching the man in front of him racking his brains and frowning to think about the spell—he even changed several sets of women's clothes in front of him, and snorted Laughing, said lazily and weakly: "Don't waste your energy, I'll be fine after a few months of rest."

Lambert gritted his teeth. If it was an ordinary injury, the doctors and nurses would have healed it long ago. However, the price of this black magic is extremely high, and the black magic aura on this person has not completely faded now.

Seeing him as if he was angry with himself, the light-blond young man stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms.I deliberately put some weight on him, but I didn't expect that the person I was hugging stood still and supported him silently.

Draco couldn't help but curled up his lips, leaned into his ear and whispered:

"Kiss me, maybe I'll get better sooner."

Without thinking about it, Lambert raised his head and kissed him on the lips, smiled in Draco's slightly surprised eyes, and said softly: "If kissing you can make you recover, don't say it, after the war, one A hundred times is fine."

While the two of them were flirting on the lawn by the lake outside Hogwarts, 10 minutes had passed since the end of the battle.

The light of dawn seemed to be celebrating the arrival of light for them even this day, dispelling the fear shrouded in the long dark night, and silently conveying hope to everyone's heart.

Because they couldn't Apparate, the Lucius couple had to run all the way here from the auditorium.

But they came soonest, bringing news that the Dark Lord had been defeated.

Until they checked their son up and down for a long time, and found that they could do nothing about this black magic sequelae except asking Severus to use potions to adjust his state.

Lucius raised the snake-shaped cane and put it down again, he could only do it angrily—even the light blond hair, which was always meticulously groomed, was messed up by the wind caused by the fast running, like a child who committed a crime. The parents who made a mistake and couldn't do it, talked to Draco about the house rules of the Malfoy family!

And ordered him to go back and copy it a hundred times!

And Lambert!

Lambert: ...? ? ?Meow meow meow?

He looked at Lucius in astonishment, and Narcissa chattered around Draco a lot, and when he turned around to see his blank expression, he couldn't help but look serious, looked at him seriously and said, "Son, you were in Huo We have also seen the performance above the Gevods Castle—amazing ability, but I have to say, it is too dangerous for you to do this, and Igor probably would not want to see you so adventurous."

Lambert touched his nose guiltily, thinking: Auntie, you may have misunderstood Ige.

After thinking about it, in order to avoid his ancestor being trained together with him, he obediently listened to the training with Draco for more than ten minutes, until Lucius and his wife were called away by Minister Fudge——

The black-haired boy turned his head, looked at the man with green eyes, and asked seriously, "Why should I copy the Malfoy family rules with you? Didn't you marry me here?"

As he spoke, his eyes dropped to the ring on Draco's left hand.

Draco was about to say something with a smile when a black figure appeared within the line of sight of both of them.

It was the menacing Professor Snape, their dear Head of Slytherin.

The two subconsciously withdrew the smiles on their faces, looked at the gloomy man, and heard the question he brought:

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Peverell—where is Potter, who is supposed to be with you two now?"

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Oops, the next chapter should be finished, right?

Draco is so cute [with a hundred layers of beauty filters]

small theater:

Harry: ...you don't care about me at all, friends!

Lambert: Let me explain!

Harry: Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen!

Draco: Oh, forget it, don't explain.