[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

He should have figured it out, when Ig said the man was a wizard, he should have known how likely it was that a black-haired, green-eyed boy with glasses who appeared in England was Harry Potter.

However, he only had an impression of the lightning mark on someone's forehead, and he didn't recognize people by face at all.

Seeing the astonishment on his face at this time, Harry looked a little confused, so he just stood there and saw the man take a few steps back, looking strangely at the shop window by the roadside, glanced at him, and then looked back at the shop window.

After using time magic, Lambert was so focused on saving people that he didn't have time to pay attention to his appearance, but he always heard Draco's vicious guy mocking him for his resemblance to the protagonist.

At this moment, the expression of the person reflected in the window is slightly cold, the short black hair is very soft and obedient, and a few strands fall on the front of the forehead to block the line of sight. The outline of the face is not as wide as a square face, but rather feminine It looks like a face with melon seeds, the green eyes are slightly narrow and long, the bridge of the nose is neither high nor low, and the lips are also thin.

It can be said that it is partial to oriental classical aesthetics, or it can be said to be like those weak royal families in European history.

The more the boy looked at him, the more dissatisfied he became. Although many people said that Harry was disabled when he grew up, he still had a man's face with resolute features!Why is it that it's my relative's turn, and the face becomes indisputable?

...And what the hell does it look like its body has been hollowed out?

He couldn't help but think of the big cat that was walking around the streets at the moment, and thought, could it be that stupid cat secretly changed his face in order to trick him into wearing women's clothes in the future?

He had doubts in his heart, but the person he suspected to be the culprit was not there, not to mention that there was someone standing stupidly across the way.Lambert smiled, and his expression immediately became much softer:

"I think I may have found the reason why I liked your eyes just now."

In the boy's bewildered expression, Lambert intended to make friends with him, and of course he was happy to tell him about the possible relationship between the two, and even mentioned his parents—

The story of Lily and James.

So it was inevitable to talk about Voldemort.

Harry was obviously stunned by this truth that he had never heard before, but when he thought of how the people around him suffered every time he got emotional—for example, the person chasing him today was because his hair turned feather color inexplicably—he couldn’t help but think of it. Believe the other party's words.

What was even more shocking was the impression he had always had of his parents. Being oppressed by the Dursleys since he was a child, he had long been used to convincing himself to accept this terrible only relative, and incidentally believed the story they told about his parents dying in a car accident.

Today, I suddenly learned that I was a descendant of a wizard, that my parents died with other secrets, that I had a distant relative in this world, and a series of other stories. The ten-year-old boy's precarious three views suddenly shattered into powder ——

Even the street lamp near the two of them exploded with a bang, spattering the ground with shards of glass.

Lambert: "..." Telling the protagonist a story means risking one's life?

He looked down at the debris falling at his feet with a little helplessness, looked at Harry with an embarrassed expression, and suggested, "Why don't I take you home? We can talk while walking."

"No, I don't want to go back now." Because he believed the story of the person in front of him somewhat, Harry was even more unwilling to go back to the home that deceived him and even treated him harshly, especially when he thought that what he would face after going back would definitely be the family that had already died. He was full of resistance at the bottom of his heart when he received a complaint from the school about his aunt's bad face and Dali's sneer on his fat face.

...but don't you think it's strange to stand on the street and chat without moving?

Lambert wanted to complain very much, so he endured it and suggested: "Then go to London Bridge?" Anyway, don't stick here like a stick.

Speaking of which, since Yige spoke once before, he has completely quieted down now, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

-

The surface of the Thames River reflects the sparkling golden light, and the fine gold is shaking on the water surface. The rare sunny weather in London in winter makes the season a lot warmer. A thick coat came out, which finally made Harry look a lot warmer.

And Harry, who saw him taking things out of thin air, naturally believed in his wizard's words a lot.

...Although this is another coercion borrowed from Big Miao.

Some biting cold wind was blowing on him, but he took off the glove in his hand and handed it to the other party, smiling and listening to Harry talk about what happened to him at his aunt's house.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I've had the same experience as you, except that I'm living alone. I'd love to invite you to my place, but I have to tell you that I'm the same age as you this year. "This means that he cannot compete with the Dursleys for custody rights, nor can he afford the cost of raising more individuals.

In the surprised eyes of the other party, he only slightly mentioned that his appearance was a trick.

What's more, from what Rhine said in memory, the death of Lambert's parents was indeed related to Voldemort.

Harry looked very dismayed at not being able to live with this new relative, and his big green eyes looked pitiful under his glasses, if it weren't for the dry nosebleed hanging under his nose, which was a bit of an eyesore: "Then we'll be able to Meet? I mean, will you remember to visit me?"

Lambert poked the cat squatting on his shoulder that was fascinated by the London Eye next to him: "Give me a handkerchief."

Using the icy river water to wet his handkerchief to wipe Harry's face, he smiled and answered the other party's question: "Of course, next year we can meet at Hogwarts - the magic school in the wizarding world."

Speaking of which, he suddenly thought of an interesting thing: If Harry was given Slytherin's favorability and abducted to Slytherin, not only would he be able to see Harry's bewilderment in the face of Professor Snape , wouldn't it be interesting to see Draco's stinky face every day?

With malice towards Draco, he searched the few memories about Hogwarts College in his brain, and gave Harry a wave of Hogwarts knowledge in advance.

-

It wasn't until nightfall that Harry reluctantly parted from him—if he didn't go back, the Dursleys would be happy to lock the door tonight—and took a Nat from Lambert, which was purely a commemorative coin, As an early gift for two days past New Years.

However, Lambert, who awakened the protagonist's expectations for the future, obviously overestimated his situation. On the way to the train station, he touched his pocket and kept thinking about how he could afford such a difficult train ticket. question.

Because he didn't want the outside world to know that Peverell's old house was connected to the Floo network again, he didn't know how Al managed to completely cover the coordinates of the old house when he came to Diagon Alley, but it would be embarrassing to go back.

Fortunately, after he told his troubles, Iggy gave a good suggestion in a very considerate way: "Don't worry, kid. No. 75, Castle Combe Township is also our house, and we use the Floo network to reach Combe After the castle, you can walk back to the old house."

Lambert breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards Diagon Alley, while thinking in his heart: If the distance is so close, you can really come here often to get a wave of favorability with the protagonist.

"Speaking of which, Ig, did you already know who he was when you spoke?" Lambert had every reason to be suspicious. After all, these old people with a history in the magic world seem to be very sensitive to blood.

Ige laughed twice, and replied kindly: "I just feel that he has magical fluctuations. Is he the descendant of the other Peverell you told me?"

Lambert nodded, remembering that the other party couldn't see, and added: "Yes."

When he was about to walk to Diagon Alley, Ige said slowly: "But he already belongs to the Potter family, and Peverell's inherited memory will not patronize him."

Lambert laughed dryly before answering.

...I actually get treatment that the protagonist doesn't have?Doomed to be poor and self-made?

-

At night, the Brook Canyon is covered by dense vegetation, and the light above the head is blocked by the tree canopy, and there is no way for a trace of moonlight to leak out.

It should be very difficult to walk in the woods without seeing your fingers, but if someone is above you at this moment, you can see that these trees retreat around consciously, and finally open a path leading to the center of the forest. A flat path to a castle.

If it was said that there was only panic in his heart when he came here for the first time, then this time when he faced the huge castle shape, he only felt relieved.

There was even a leisurely smile and waved to it: "Al, I'm back~"

Two heavy doors opened in front of him, and when the castle was about to open, Lambert wisely dodged to the window on the first floor, listening to his voice as if he had just woken up, with a sleepy tone Spout lazily: "Welcome."

The moment he stepped into the castle, an old man popped out of the pocket watch hanging around his neck. He shook his head from side to side as if he thought the space he was in was too crowded, and complained softly, "I'm really getting old. Why don't you go out for a trip?" It’s really not easy to go far.”

The big cat on the shoulder also jumped down and replied very cooperatively: "Yes, it's really tiring to travel far!"

Lambert: ... Isn't he the one who is more tired when he carries your weight?

-

Inside the studio.

The huge and gorgeously decorated space is still as he saw it before. While unpacking the old boxes that he brought before, Lambert asked Ige and Big Meow how to make the illusory clothes with pictures but no real objects hanging around become come true.

After opening the two old locks, he handed the box to Da Miao: "I have a gift for you, there will be a surprise when you open it."

Big Miao believed it naively, pushed the box aside, and happily went to lift the side of the box.Iger was on the sidelines answering Lambert's question:

"Of course there is a way to make them all, if Al's energy is enough." Speaking of this, Ignatius looked at Lambert with extremely pale eyes, with a bit of relief and a bit of regret in it.

Seeing Lambert's doubts, Ige was silent for a while before telling the truth:

"Since the conversion room in the house that was used to provide external energy and the energy for the operation of the castle broke down, any owner who wants Al to contribute can only provide his own magical energy at the cost of it."

Lambert: ...? ? ? ?Fuck, this house wants to suck his energy?It really is an old goblin!

I didn't understand why the man who heard this touched his lower back. Yige sighed and replied: "Unless there is something that can act as this converter, I have studied it for many years... so far I have only found magic Stone is a material."

Lambert: ...EXM? ? ! ! !

The first part is about to fight against the villain boss!He still wants to live a few more years, okay? 【Manual goodbye.gif】

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: I now feel that the flag that I will die in the first film is very high. What about the plot where other people will die and I count the money in the back?

Others Draco: Huh.

Others Harry: Huh.