[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

When he was finally able to get rid of that old pickle-like suit, Lambert discovered the only good thing about this white cat: providing him with countless opportunities to pretend in life.

"Lancy, look at what you were wearing before? Don't tell anyone that you are my big cat's friend when you go out!" The big white cat in the cloak was still leaning on the stone in the middle, facing towards the mirror. The boy who straightened his coat said with distaste.

"Correct you for the third time, my name is Lambert——" With his head bowed and his boots on, the boy stood up from his chair, looked at Big Meow sympathetically, and responded: "Besides, no one cares about a cat The friendship situation, wake up."

The big white cat jumped up from the ground angrily, and shouted at him angrily: "You will beg me to give you matching advice one day! Hmph!"

Lambert sneered, his green eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at it with distaste: "Whenever you change your bright yellow cloak, I'll consider admitting that you have 'aesthetics'."

Did not pass!There is no scoring system!There is no match!Still want to give pointers to his dressing taste?

Look, Nuan Nuan is used to it!

Ignotus, who is proficient in various languages, didn't care about the conversation between the two of them at all. He was holding a book next to him and looking for relevant information about his studio's sudden independent consciousness. The height of the book at his feet was almost close to his height. .

Because Lambert himself didn't understand why he had his own big cat system, the task of researching this phenomenon fell on the only knowledgeable old man present - although Lambert felt that he probably couldn't draw any conclusions.

After all, my own most unscientific existence... the time-traveling party is already standing here.

At this moment, a translucent red exclamation mark suddenly jumped out in front of Lambert.

He reached out his hand curiously, and the red exclamation mark disappeared.Lambert, who was confused about the situation, turned his head and asked the big white cat who was doing a difficult angry action - two hind legs upright, front paws around the chest -: "What happened just now?"

Big Miao snorted, and reported the situation without even thinking about it: "Routine lottery draw every day, get [Ring of Hope x1]."

Oh spicy chicken, next.

Lambert lost interest in the whereabouts of that thing, turned around and walked towards the old man in black robe.

"Additional attribute: resist the stun spell three times." Da Miao added.

Lambert was indifferent, apparently he hadn't realized how precious an item with anti-magic properties was at this time.

Yige, the only IQ online, suddenly raised his head from the book, even his thick eyelids couldn't stop the light from his eyes: "What is that?"

Facing the expectant eyes of the old man, Lambert had no choice but to walk up to it, beckoned to Big Meow, and motioned for it to take it out.

"You deeply hurt a cat's self-esteem just now, you have to apologize." Big Miao lifted his chin slightly, and looked at him contemptuously with round black eyes, and the proud smell on the furry cat's face almost broke through the sky.

Lambert smacked his mouth, took advantage of his height, and replied contemptuously: "Dream."

"Not only your daily lottery items, but also the clothes in the entire room, you can only take them out with my consent—" Da Miao finally thought of a way to cure him, her tail was raised, and her small eyes looked up and down The boy's new clothes: "Including what you're wearing, as long as I want to—"

Lambert: ...The consciousness wants me to run naked if I disagree?

Without hesitation for half a second, he called out crisply: "Dad."

Then he continued incomparably quickly: "I was wrong."

Big Meow: ...

A pair of small black eyes fell into confusion, and even the few beards on his face tended to droop, obviously he underestimated the lower limit of Lambert's dignity.

10 minutes later.

Lambert couldn't bear to interrupt Iger's No.17 praise for the blue bracelet: "Okay, okay, Iger. I know you are amazed at its exquisite workmanship and excellent attributes, but I won't go out again , maybe the only thing that welcomes me is Gringotts' closure sign."

Iggtunos returned the blue bracelet to him with some reluctance, and when he heard the news that he was eager to go out, he patiently persuaded him: "You should believe in the efficiency of Floo Network, kid, don't rush to leave, I There is something else for you."

Looking at the colorful bottles and jars in the opened box in front of him, Lambert reached out and carefully picked up a transparent bottle, but found that the label on it was blurred to the point where the handwriting could not be seen clearly, and put the bottle back gently .

"Uh, Iggy, maybe I need to remind you that I'm just going to Gringotts in Diagon Alley, and I'm not going to take down any terrible enemies?" Potions, don't you need to bring them?

A wand was handed to him: "Heirs of all ages can use it instead before getting their own wand." He looked at the wand with complicated eyes, and Lambert naturally understood who the original owner of the wand was .

It's just—"In case, I mean in case, something bad happened to me, you shouldn't want to see me poking it into the other person's nostril." Lambert spread his hands, he was very curious , where are the four big characters 'unique talent' written on my face?

Yige seemed very sorry for this fact, put aside his partner who had been with him for many years, and took out something like a compass.

Lambert: "...???" Even if he was given a compass, he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

"It's an interesting little thing. Shaking the pointer will randomly change the time of your body. Shaking it again will restore it." He looked down at the thing, hesitated for a while, and then continued: "Considering its instability , I think its service life should not exceed three times."

...After listening to the second half of the sentence, Lambert completely gave up the idea of ​​trying this thing even once.

Seeing that he took out another old pocket watch, in order to prevent himself from becoming a victim of the three-no product, Lambert stopped him in time: "Ig, I appreciate your kindness, but probably no one in the wizarding world will treat me like this." Poor kids are interested."

Although the unreliable feeling came over his face, the smile unconsciously on his face revealed his mood. No matter what, it always feels good to be cared about by others, especially when he just arrived in a strange environment.

"No, no, this is not something insignificant, child, this is me, you have to take me with you." Amway, who seemed determined to sell such an item, said what he said, which shocked the listeners jaw.

Next, Igtunos, his ancestor, performed a catastrophe for him—he watched the old man being sucked into the pocket watch, and the background of the pointer became a talking An old man who moves.

Lambert: ...? ? ?Are you a pocket watch master who has practiced for many years?

Until seeing the old man reappear in front of him, he still couldn't repair the cracked expression.

"Maybe I have to tell you the truth, Lanxi—" After teasingly calling out the name Big Meow gave him, the old man cleared his throat and said, "What you saw was just my failed attempt to use the resurrection stone." Residual consciousness, only through this special pocket watch that can hold the soul, can I get out of here."

The amount of information was too much, so Lambert gave up the treatment, put on his pocket watch resignedly, and planned to take this antique hundreds of years ago out to meet the world.

"Wait! There's me!" A white spherical object rolled towards him at high speed like a hot wheel, hitting his calf with its head, almost making him kneel down and beg for a red envelope before the Chinese New Year.

Ten minutes later, standing in the closet of the living room, Lambert sneezed loudly while grabbing some Floo powder that had expired after 10 years.

Ash hit his face.

When he was sprinkling Floo powder and telling the destination, he suddenly thought of a poem, which was especially suitable for his current artistic conception: the old man was talking about being a teenager, the old ancestor on the left hand, and the young ancestor on the right hand.

-

Since the fall of the Dark Lord, Diagon Alley has returned to its former hustle and bustle. Even after Christmas, Gringotts is still full of wizards coming and going. Into the crunch of the scales and the rustle of the quill writing on the parchment.

"Absolutely not." The light-blond man stopped, turned around and lowered his head, his gray-blue eyes were brightened by the annoyed light: "Dispel the dangerous thoughts in your mind—I don't know what made you Suddenly with what Severus said was a damned self-motivation—dragon, Malfoy never put himself in danger."

Seeing the resolute look of the other party, Draco knew that he would never step into the restricted area of ​​​​the house in the short term.

However, his time is running out. If he can't grasp more advantages now, once he steps into the gate of Hogwarts next year, what awaits him is still history repeating itself.

Just as he was about to struggle again, a figure from the back leaving angrily appeared in his sight.

His silver-gray eyes were fixed, he hesitated the moment he opened his mouth, and replied obediently: "Okay, Father, I'm just a little more curious, and I'm willing to find the answer from the book—I just passed by Li The Mark Bookstore has seen the new publicity, I think, you don't mind if I go there to pass the time first?"

Lucius felt heartbroken that his son was not interested in learning about the family property!He was obviously interested in inheriting the property of the Malfoy family when he came to the vault at the age of five, why did he suddenly develop in the direction of a nerd now?

Where did Malfoy's education go wrong?

Lucius stared at Draco for a long time and told him, "Listen, stay where I can see it."

Draco complied obediently.

-

Weaving through the crowded streets, Lambert rubbed his gloved hand over his afflicted head, which had barely been shaken out of the Gringotts cart.

"Don't think about letting me ride this kind of cart without any insurance measures for the two lonely gold Galleons in the vault!"

As if feeling that saying this was not enough to relieve his anger, he quickly emphasized: "Before Gringotts does not consider the safety of passengers, even if there is a gold galleon piled up in a vault, I will not step here again."

The fat white cat perched on his shoulders was trying to close the gap between its limbs so that it could find a foothold on Lambert's shoulders, but judging by the way its hind legs kept slipping off, it was trying pretty tough.

Holding Lambert's shoulder firmly with its front paws, it never forgot to express its opinion even in a difficult situation: "A warehouse full of gold coins? I noticed that you can't even afford a piece of pork belly now, Lanxie."

Iggy's laughter came from the old pocket watch around his neck, and Lambert turned his head to stare at it angrily: "Stop your stupid bicycle pedaling and shut up—I won't treat you like a dumb cat."

"Lambert Peverell?" There was a doubtful question from behind him, the authentic British pronunciation was very pleasant, and he could even pick out the outline of the man's character from the slightly drawn out upward accent .

Turning around, he was facing a pair of silver-gray eyes with an inexplicable smile——

"It seems that the legend is true."

A boy who is about the same height as Lambert is wearing a dark cloak that looks very warm, which makes his face paler. The expected smirk, and the silver-gray eyes always look shrewd when looking at each other.

Lambert was symbolically surprised to see the other party, and soon asked with some hesitation: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Malfoy?"

[You want to talk to me when you come up?It must not be admitted. ]

"You know me." Draco used an affirmative sentence, the smile on the corners of his lips widened, his chin slightly raised and lowered, and his movements naturally carried a sense of superiority in his bones.

Lambert blinked, and confessed frankly in the sight of the other party: "Yes, we met once at the Christmas banquet at Malfoy Manor. In fact, my accident about that time..."

"You know what I mean." The light blond boy interrupted decisively, not allowing him to muddle the topic.

[A Muggle, or a pureblood? ] Draco's gaze narrowed into his emerald green eyes, trying to come to a conclusion.

"What? Sorry, a Muggle, are you talking about me?" Lambert looked into his eyes and unconsciously read the other person's thoughts.

The expression on Draco's face suddenly became a little weird, and a doubt appeared in his silver-gray eyes: [Legiliency? ]

[what is that? ] Lambert frowned, puzzled by the long list of nouns he heard.

……

After the two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, they finally discovered the terrible fact!

They said to each other almost at the same time:

"No!"

"Stop!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

During their few seconds of silence:

Draco:! ! !Can he read my mind?Damn it!

Lambert: How could I read his mind?Wait, will he kill people for those decades of secrets?

Draco: ...

Lambert: ? ? ?

The above is purely fabricated, and the author does not want to know what thoughts passed through their brains during the few seconds of silence.Ha ha ha ha!