[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Harry was stunned after hearing what Lambert said about the relationship between Professor Quirrell and Voldemort. However, after hearing the story of the Sorcerer's Stone and the other party's guess that the heir to the Chamber of Secrets is a Parseltongue, he was astonished. All become complicated:

"Why... do you know so much?"

Harry thought he might have gone to a fake Hogwarts.

Lambert blinked his soft green eyes, thought for a while, told him about the Sorcerer's Stone, and did not forget to blame Dumbledore.

As for the inference of the Chamber of Secrets, one of Salazar's characteristics is Parseltongue. Since the Chamber of Secrets has not been discovered for so many years-if it is to be opened with Parseltongue, isn't this a feasible inference?Maybe there is a big snake hidden in the secret room?

Reasonable and convincing.Anyway, Harry believed what he said, but when he thought Lambert told him that he wanted to share his secrets, Lambert came to a conclusion:

"So, stay away from Professor Quirrell. According to my guess, the reason Voldemort failed to kill you was because of your mother—I'm sorry to mention this." He looked at Harry's slightly changed expression, sincerely Apologize, and pause for a moment before continuing.

"—Because of the protective blood magic your mother cast on you, Voldemort can't hurt you directly, but that doesn't mean that Professor Quirrell can't do anything to you, stay away from him, okay?"

Facing Lambert's delicate and beautiful face and eyes of the same color as his own, even if Harry was reluctant, he could only nod.

He'd always had a vague sense that in his friendship with Lambert, he was acting more like an adult than Lambert himself was, acting like a caregiver to himself.

Apart from the discord with Draco that confuses others, Harry never found him getting emotional about anything—or, even with Draco, Lambert was mostly Time is calm.

The two of them are so outstanding among everyone in the same grade: Draco's ability to use magic spells easily, and Lambert's series of actions after he announced that he will inherit the Peverell family...all tell everyone that the two of them How excellent.

Even if they faced the giant monster together before, they still acted calmer than anyone else in the secret room incident.

So much so that when Harry always had a major incident, before he had time to react, the matter was resolved in a smooth manner.

Harry inexplicably recalled the day when he first met Lambert. The other party was wearing a close-fitting and dazzling white suit and stretched out his hand towards him. His face somewhat similar to his now looked delicate and beautiful, and even his green eyes looked so beautiful. gentle.

For no reason, Harry thought, that was the best look for Lambert.

Even though they were the same age, even if they were in the same grade in the same college, even though he and Lambert were best friends now, Harry always felt an inexplicable depression.

He was angry because he didn't think Voldemort was terrible, or what if he was terrible?He killed his parents, but Lambert advised him to stay away from Voldemort.

While it's true that there might be nothing he can do, this inability irritates him.

Or maybe Lambert was more annoyed that he never expected anything from him.

At that time, Lambert was looking at the map and thinking about how to solve the matter of Peter Pettigrew, and didn't pay much attention to Harry's eyes.

It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he realized that he hadn't received an answer for a long time, and he paused for a moment when Big Meow smoothed his hair. He turned his head to look at Harry, expressing his doubts with his eyes.

"Okay, I will," Harry replied.

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Change was always faster than Lambert could realize, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class the next day made Lambert realize that Voldemort was far less patient than they thought.

Professor Quirrell, who has always only followed the script, didn't know what was wrong today. He changed from holding the lizard foolishly to placing a huge glass cylinder at the front of the classroom with a thumb-thick vent on it, and inside it was There is a giant python with a thick bowl mouth.

So much so that when Lambert walked into the classroom, he thought he was approaching a third-year protection of magical creatures class.

I don't know whether Gryffindors hate snakes or are afraid of them. The back seats are all occupied, and Lambert has to choose the third-to-last row.

Draco never had the habit of being a top student, sitting in the front row was not his hobby, and today he still chose the back seat as usual, in the same row as Lambert.

The first grade classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class is similar to the structure of a lecture theater. They are all passed in a long row. There are six rows in total. Except for a gap in the center for one person to pass through, which is convenient for the teacher to walk around and observe the students in class, other places Everyone can sit.

Lambert just walked in, leaving a space on the outside for Harry, and turned his head to see——

Harry held the book and walked straight to the Slytherins in the first row.

Lambert: ...? ? ? ?

The protagonist's soul of a schoolmaster suddenly awakened?what is it today?Also find a place so close to the snake?

Are you afraid that others will not know that you can speak snake language?

But he is very afraid of snakes, so he doesn't want to get closer to it!

Bet a cucumber - Quirrell will definitely find a chance to release the snake for him and Harry's whole fraternity in class today.

Lambert stared at Harry's back, and when he was about to stand up and walk over, a lazy sentence came from beside him, accompanied by a slight mockery, which was his usual characteristic:

"What? Some people are addicted to being other people's fathers?"

Lambert turned his head to look at him, this pure blood with light blond hair folded his fingers against his chin, his pale side face was soft and soft, his silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly looking forward, and the shadow cast by his long and curled eyelashes fell. into the whole eye—

However, no matter how good-looking this person looks, the way he speaks is just as ugly.

As a result, his soft green eyes were no longer as usual, like a piece of emerald without temperature.

He looked at each other calmly, paused for a few seconds, and said, "I don't ask you to help, Draco, but I thought it wouldn't be too difficult to keep silent, would it?"

A chuckle escaped Draco's thin lips.

"No one can take away my right to speak yet, boy—that's just a reminder, kindly."

Which letter of the word goodwill goes next to Draco?Lambert looked him up and down, thinking that Draco might have misunderstood his own perception.

Before they could continue, Professor Quirrell on the podium began his performance.

"Today... today we will talk about the relationship between snakes and black and black magic."

Stuttering as always, the Gryffindors started whispering or finding a comfortable sleeping position one after another. A few of them were a little afraid of the giant python in the glass jar, but after finding it remained motionless, they gradually lost control. its attention.

Slytherins still maintain an excellent tradition of writing homework for other subjects.

However, Mr. Lambert, the traditional inventor, didn't have this thought. He propped his head on one hand and stared at Quirrell, trying to hear some useful information from his stuttering words.

Ten minutes later, Lambert couldn't help but yawn.

No, it's too hypnotic.

He conceded.

"Next, let's get close...to feel...this kind of creature." Just when Lambert was about to put his heart back in his stomach, Quirrell started to make trouble.

Seeing him strenuously hugging the front half of the giant python, Lambert shrank to the side calmly, because although there was an empty space on his right, there was an aisle after that, seeing Quirrell like this , I won't stop without bringing this snake to the catwalk.

Some students in the front row couldn't help shrinking back, Qi Luo was tired and blushed, but at the same time he didn't forget to explain:

"Don't, don't be afraid, I... I have... fed it... sleeping pills in advance, there is no, there is no... danger."

Lambert sneered and believed your evil.

The fact is that he held the snake and passed the first two rows with great difficulty. In the process, the long giant python was pressed on his shoulders, and its tail almost fell to the ground. It made him feel tired. .

Lambert didn't even realize that his waist strength, which looked like he had a kidney deficiency, was so good.

Just as Professor Quirrell was approaching the back row with the snake, someone patted Lambert on the back of his shoulder suddenly. He turned his head slightly and met Draco's smiling silver-gray eyes. , heard the other party's mocking in a low voice:

"Excuse me, you look like you'd love to sit on my lap, Lambert - a Slytherin who's afraid of snakes, you're always a surprise."

If it was any other time, Lambert would definitely give him back. In fact, he also regretted not sitting with Harry.

But he had no time to talk to Draco, because Quirrell was coming with his snake!

No matter how many brats relax and even touch its cold scales because of the dead snake, Lambert will never do it anyway.

"Either switch positions with me, or shut up." Lambert warned him through gritted teeth.

Draco raised his eyebrows easily, and answered very smugly: "My answer is, neither."

Seeing that Quirrell had come to this row and turned to the other side, Lambert took a deep breath, and his voice was almost suppressed in his throat:

"I swear, if he dares to come near me with that goddamn python—"

At the critical moment, his lucky halo lighted up with a bang, and Quirrell seemed to finally be unable to bear the burden of the fat snake. He blushed and turned back to the front row while explaining to Gryffindor behind him:

"Actually, I'm very, very sorry, but that's the end of the... presentation of this snake."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked to the fourth row and was bumped by the snake's tail——

The whole person flew towards the front row, and the snake on his shoulder fell heavily to the ground.

Lambert, who guessed his plan, was also stunned. He didn't expect Quirrell to act so hard!

That fell really hard!

Professor Qiluo, a specialist in fainting, passed out again immediately, directly pressing on the snake.

He didn't know why the other snakes were thrown like this, he only knew about this snake——

It, fell awake.

Hmm... a boa constrictor sitting up from a coma.

——He's really fucked up.

"Hollyshit!" He couldn't help swearing in a low voice, and Lambert's voice was not at all abrupt amidst the screams of soldiers and horses throughout the classroom.

The girls near the boa constrictor screamed and jumped onto the table, and the snake also curled up in a daze at first and then gradually regained its mobility. It swam out from Quirrell, spit out a message, and began to shuttle around there leisurely.

Lambert pulled out his wand, shook his hands and thought for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable spell, because he really hadn't had time to deal with offensive spells.

The boa constrictor raised its upper body and turned around the classroom, suddenly seeing Harry standing in the first row.

The eyes of one person and one snake didn't know what kind of communication they had, and the snake turned around and swam in that direction.

A chuckle suddenly sounded in Lambert's ear, and a hand holding a wand next to him lightly raised——

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the boa constrictor turned into a bright-coloured overlord flower.

At this moment, a very inappropriate sentence sounded in Lambert's mind:

"Perfect Transfiguration, ten points for Slytheringa!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Draco: What about you if he comes with a snake?That's it.

Lambert [looking sideways at him]: Of course it's sitting on your lap.

Draco: comeon, baby~