[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

The next day when the wand was tested happened to be Professor Snape's Potions class, and Draco seemed reluctant to miss the opportunity to collect an "O" (excellent) in every class, and Professor Snape was also a little bit uncomfortable. Happy, but after all, he is a student of his own college. He waved his big hand to signal that the two of them can get out.

Lambert asked Harry to take the textbook back for himself after class, and finally took a look at the potion he had configured in this group. As long as Harry turned off the fire at the last time, there is basically no big problem, so he turned around and left with confidence. people.

After arriving at the designated room, Bagman, the head of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, greeted him positively—this is a man who looks like he is 50 or [-] years old, but he is still hale and hearty, and he can see from his enthusiastic eyes that he is interested in these sports. love.

"Oh—our two youngest warriors, welcome to your arrival. Someone will notify you to go up and test the wand later. Before that, I think you don't mind accepting the "Daily Prophet" for this competition. A little interview?" Bagman's tone was full of pride, and he wished that everyone in the wizarding world would stop what they were doing and devote themselves to this Triwizard Tournament that hadn't been held for a long time.

Lambert smiled and looked at him, but that expression looked like a mocking face.

Is it the Daily Prophet?

Tomorrow if he saw any nonsense words about himself in this paper again, he would write his name upside down.

Draco didn't care too much. In fact, he quite understood who the previous headline was aimed at. As the future heir of an ancient and wealthy pure-blood family, even though his family had no intersecting interests with the "Daily Prophet", to Li That woman in Tar Skeeter had the guts to have him in the headlines every day.

Sure enough, this woman in a bright green robe, with platinum curly hair and a crocodile leather handbag just sat on the sofa in the hall and asked a few symbolic questions such as "How do you feel about being the youngest warrior?", " Will you be nervous in the first game?" After this kind of question, he was let go.

Afterwards, she thought her walking posture was enchanting, but she swayed like an Antarctic penguin and walked up to Lambert.

The moment she saw Lambert's face, her slender raised eyebrows frowned inconspicuously, and the deliberately harmless smile on her face froze.

Draco stood with arms folded against the wall in the distance, looking at this side, as if he was very interested in Lambert being embarrassed.Because they were facing the profiles of the two, it was easy to catch the reporter's expression.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he suddenly thought of Lambert's appearance in women's clothing before, thinking that if he really wore women's clothing, he would be the biggest threat to all the women here.

"Lambert Peverell? The youngest head of a pure-blood family, oh, I've known him for a long time." The woman smiled at him, reaching out her hand to shake him, her golden teeth looming.

Lambert only smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and retracted it as soon as he touched her palm.

When the woman in front of him proposed to go to the next hut for further interviews with him, he slowly took out a glass bottle from the pocket of his robe, which contained the small red beetles that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

"I think a gentleman and a lady shouldn't be alone in an empty room, what do you think?" The black-haired boy has a particularly good-looking smile on his handsome face, and the green eyes under the broken hair on his forehead are like It is a calm and beautiful lake. When he smiles, it is like sunlight shining on the lake, shining brightly.

This woman who has always been keen to use the stories of any well-known figures in the magic world to make her reputation finally hesitated a little. She glanced at the bottle uncertainly, as if she wanted to pretend not to understand and asked Lambert to take it out. The reason for this thing.

The handsome boy smiled, without any malice in his expression, and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he suddenly wanted to chat with her: "I have always admired your writing, and people who can write such articles will definitely not A fool, don't you think?"

While speaking, he added from the bottom of his heart that he admired her courage to keep blacking out three generations of her ancestors without changing her face no matter who the other party was.

If Dumbledore's temper had been worse, the reporter would have gone to see Merlin 800 years earlier.

"Of course, of course—so let's have a short and pleasant conversation here first?" Skeeter dropped her hand from fumbling in the crocodile leather handbag, and seemed to give up pulling out her master-like shorthand Pen.

Then Lambert heard Draco sneer inexplicably next to him.

At this moment, Dumbledore arrived, and he first noticed Lambert, who was looking normal on the central sofa, and then he thought about talking to the female reporter who had described him as an old lunatic—or casually After saying a few words, he turned his head and looked at Lambert:

"You seem to handle this with ease, boy, maybe I should learn a little bit from you?"

Lambert returned to his principal with a smile on Rita Skeeter's nervous expression: "It's just a trick, you just don't take these small newspapers seriously."

"Oh!" Dumbledore laughed kindly, then looked at Draco next to him, and led the two of them upstairs for Ollivander to check their wands.

The result is naturally in excellent condition.

Just when they thought that was the end of today's business, Dumbledore looked at them - eyes generally focused on Draco, "Given the time it takes to participate in this competition, I intend to cancel the end-of-term exam."

When Draco heard this, he glanced at Lambert, thought for a while and said, "Can I apply for the regular exam?"

He has been studying at Hogwarts for two years in total, and his exams will be canceled for two years. It can be said that the top student Draco is very unhappy.

After listening to what he said, Lambert understood what his previous look meant - love from Xueba.jpg.

Out of the mentality of not admitting defeat to Draco, he said to Dumbledore expressionlessly: "I can also take the exam as usual."

Dumbledore: ...? ? ?

He has been teaching for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen students who love taking exams so much.

But after all, he is well-informed, and he reacted quickly after being stunned for a moment, and opened his arms to them with a smile, his gray beard trembling slightly with the rhythm of his words: "Of course, I respect your choice, son."

-

Just when Lambert thought everything was ready and only had to wait for the first project, Harry suddenly pulled him out of the Slytherin table one morning and secretly told him that the first project was the fire dragon.

Lambert blinked, put the small sandwich in his hand into his mouth, clapped his hands, and replied with one word: "Oh."

Harry never expected him to react like this. He stared at him with wide green eyes, until Lambert looked embarrassed. While distinguishing the sandwich in his mouth, he thought Trying to give him a good response.

"Well, I see, thank you?" In the end, that was all he could say.

Harry's expression seemed to be very anxious for him, and he began to show him what a huge fire dragon is like with his hands and feet, "Fire dragon! It's huge! A dragon as tall as Hogwarts Castle! It can breathe fire!"

Lambert was so amused by his action that he covered his stomach and laughed, and patted his shoulder with difficulty, "I know, I know what a dragon is, Harry, really, thank you for telling me that the first project is What."

"Then why aren't you nervous at all?" Seeing his reaction, Harry felt that he was really worried about these two. He went there immediately when Hagrid asked him out, and ended up risking his life— Because he was almost discovered by Karkaroff——when he came to tell him the news, he only saw a "so?" expression.

Standing standing, Lambert seriously felt the emotions conveyed from his whole body, and told Harry very sincerely:

"Probably because I have nothing to fear."

Harry: ...

Seeing Harry's speechless expression, Lambert patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, thank you very much for going out of your way to help me read the first project, but I promise - even if you tell Della the news Co, he won't be surprised."

As a result, Harry showed a somewhat troubled expression, looked at him, and said hesitantly, "Hagrid told me not to tell him."

Lambert's expression paused for a moment, and he burst out laughing suddenly: "Ah, it seems that his popularity is very bad."

Harry wanted him to be serious.

Why are the warriors participating in the Triwizard Tournament in other schools using various methods to improve themselves every day, but when it's their turn, Hogwarts is completely the same as usual?

Do you guys really want to join the competition hello?

It's a pity that Harry didn't know until the day of the match that the nervousness didn't need to be wasted on Draco and Lambert.

-

In the tent where the warriors gathered in advance.

Viktor sat in the corner with a solemn expression, crossed his fingers against his chin, and stared ahead with an uneasy expression. Fleur kept chanting something, and both of them seemed so nervous that they opened their eyes. Lambert, who came in through the curtain, was stunned for a moment with a sandwich in his mouth, then walked silently to the corner to finish his breakfast.

Draco was the last to step on the spot. This man has always been precise in controlling the time. He lifted the curtain of the tent and came in. His eyes swept to Lambert in the corner, playing with the wand in his hand boredly, and glanced at the indoor space. , went to the innermost position and stood.

Soon, Ludo Bagman who walked in took out a cloth bag and started asking them to draw things from it.

After Fleur and Viktor finished smoking, Lambert suddenly turned his head to look at Draco, closed his eyes and smiled at him: [Why don’t you please, please, I’ll take the Hungarian Horntail first. How about taking it away? 】

Blessing from the Emperor of Europe, just ask if you want it!

In fact, it was just a whim to show off his luck as a European to him.

But he never expected--

Draco squinted his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and a word he could see suddenly appeared in his silver-gray eyes:

[Please. 】

Lambert: ...? ? ?

Are you so shameless?

So the black-haired boy, who was extremely suspicious that he was wrong, took out the black fire dragon from the cloth bag in a trance, leaving only the Swedish short-nosed dragon inside.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Draco show a perfect smile, and took out the last dragon model from the cloth bag.

Lambert's heart was broken for a while.

He never expected Draco to be such a resilient person.

What about you and your proud stubbornness? ? ?

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Author: People from all over the country sent a congratulatory message, congratulating this European for successfully proving the principle that Oubuzhui is stupid with his actions.

Lambert: ? ? ?This unscientific!It's a fake Draco!

Draco: [merciless mocking]