[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Diagon Alley, Florin's Cold Drinks.

The young wizards seem to be not too cold about the seasons, even in the cold winter season, they still love cold drinks. The wind chimes dangling in front of the store never quiet down, tinkling imitating the crisp sound of the collision of gold Galleons.

Near the window, a white cat wearing a yellow cloak paced back and forth anxiously at the foot of the table, raised its head from time to time and barked at the black-haired boy sitting in front of it, and occasionally stopped to pat it with its front paws. his boots.

"Don't even think about it." Lambert moved his feet away, looked down at it, and refused expressionlessly: "As a cat, why should you have fantasies about something that doesn't belong to your recipe?"

Da Meow was furious, squatting on the spot, and eagerly "meowed" to Lambert, with the word "desire" written in big black eyes.

"I can eat ice cream! Don't make excuses! You're just stingy and don't want to buy it for Ben!"

Draco was sitting opposite, and when he heard him talking to his cat in a serious manner, he gave the cat a look.As soon as Lambert raised his eyes, he noticed his gaze. With an idea, he looked down at the cat that had jumped onto his knee in such a hurry, raised his chin to signal it to look at the opposite side, and deliberately switched to Chinese:

"Yes, I am so poor and stingy, but there is a local tyrant sitting opposite me, why don't you go and beg the local tyrant?"

It’s better to change your master with your damn dress-up system——Draco Malfoy takes an adventure with Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen, what a beautiful picture.

"Put away your dangerous thoughts, boy." Although he couldn't understand the other party's Chinese and didn't understand what the dressing system was, it didn't prevent Draco from finding out that he was trying to throw himself a problem.

Lambert curled his lips regretfully. After Big Miao was rejected, he lay on his knee sullenly, feeling very aggrieved.

With his signature light blond hair and apparently new and expensive fabrics, Draco caught the attention of many around him.But he had already gotten used to the sight of people around him, so he just sat there quietly and leisurely.

Lambert was purely affected—if the eyes of people around Draco were just "Wow, look at the young master of the Malfoy family", then when they turned to him, they would become puzzled, why the children of the Malfoy family Will sit with this kid in Muggle clothes?

The fingers of his right hand on the table were bent, he leaned forward, tapped the table lightly, trying to discuss with the person opposite with his eyes: [How are you thinking? ]

The other party slightly narrowed his silver-gray eyes, smiled after a while, looked away at the crowd passing by the window, and said slowly: "The Malfoy family never does business at a loss."

Ever since he met him, Lambert felt that his whole aura had been overwhelmed, and the natural superiority of the other party, whether it was language or gestures, would always create an illusion for the people next to him — Obey or go.

However, he can't threaten a native of the magic world who knows everything about him, such as saying to the other party: If you tell others my details, I will tell others yours.

↑The above is really because I think my life is too long.

So he would rather ask the other party to raise the price, rather than turn people who may be in the same camp in the future into his enemies early-or the same sentence, especially if the other party knows him well.

[All the books in the Peverells? ] After seeing the occasional irritability in Draco's eyes, Lambert asked tentatively.

Draco frowned, obviously a little unhappy that the other party could see his own thoughts, this kind of non-unilateral advantage made him secretly decide to start practicing Occlumency when he returned—the feeling of being read was too much Oh no.

Just when he was about to add more weight, their respective drinks arrived.

There was only a tall amphora on the plate, and the man holding the plate had an extremely gloomy face, deep eye sockets, heavy dark circles, and messy curls, and the clothes on his body were buttoned incorrectly After walking for several rows, this slovenly appearance managed to make the young Malfoy lose any appetite.

Putting the cup full of liquid in the middle, he tried to force a smile on his 500 billion owed face by the world - it only made his face look more terrifying, but he didn't care about it at all, turned his head Facing Lambert, the only one on the table who seemed to accept his proposal, he said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Congratulations on becoming the [-]th customer today. I'm giving you a special drink—as long as you grab the two ears of the cup and pull them to the sides, it will give you a surprise."

The children at the other tables who heard his words looked over curiously. Everyone's eyes were glued to the cup like superglue. They urged the two of them to try it quickly with the windows of their hearts.

Draco sneered, not being sensitive to this kind of thing, leaning back on the back of the chair, not at all interested in getting up to perform magic tricks with Lambert.

A kid with brown hair sneaked up to Lambert and urged, "Hey, if you don't mind, can I part it with you? I swear I just want to see that magical moment .”

Looking at the hopeful little eyes of the other party, and then at the boy who was not interested, he smiled and nodded, "Of course."

When the boy next to him walked around the waiter and wanted to go to the other side to touch the cup, the waiter who hadn’t left suddenly stretched out his hand, turned to look at Draco expressionlessly, and said, “It seems that this The kid is not too impressed with the surprises in our store, how about this, I can demonstrate it to you personally."

At that time, Lambert had reached out and pinched the ear of the cup on one side, and looked up at the man. He felt a little strange.

But before he could react, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed Draco's hand under the table, and pressed it on the cup here, and at the same time pressed his other hand on the wall of the cup— —

Without even giving him time to be surprised, Lambert felt his belly button being hooked by a hook, and his whole body was suddenly pulled into the air, scaring him to let go of his hand quickly.

'boom! With a sound, he fell face down to the ground, even though the bridge of his nose was not too high, he was sore, and when he raised his head with difficulty, he felt something cold flow to his lips.

Stretching out his hand to wipe it, his finger was blood red.

At this moment, the man reached out and pulled Draco's back collar, and slowly fell from mid-air. Seeing the black-haired boy in a panic, he let out a mocking syllable from his nose, and put on a cloudy smile on his face. : "Look, buy one get one free, happy ending."

The original Florin's Soda Shop.

The little boy who stayed where he was was obviously a little silly, staring blankly at the entire vacant table, and when he heard a 'meow~', when he bent down to look under the table, he saw a white figure approaching the store like lightning. Jump outside.

"David? What are you doing here? Your ice cream is ready." A middle-aged woman had just lined up and walked through the crowd to look for a long time, only to see her son standing on a table, apparently a guest I was in a daze in front of the table that hadn't been cleaned up before I left.

The boy hadn't reacted from the scene just now, so he said belatedly: "Mom, I just saw three people holding a cup and disappearing..."

"Oh, honey, that's just a door key, nothing to make a fuss about." The woman half-pushed her son out of the shop, she still had a lot of things to buy, and she didn't want to waste too much money in this kind of children's cold drink shop. much time.

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Draco's face was very ugly, and his silver-gray eyes were full of annoyance. He watched the man named 'Murcyber' - a lunatic who had just escaped from Azkaban - mention Lambert Walking towards the door with Te's collar, he complained hoarsely:

"If it weren't for this wand's damned disobedience, apparating would be much faster than making a portkey." Seeing the boy in his hand still trying to struggle, he deepened the smile on his lips, which made his face lack of sleep His face looked even more horrified: "You're not a Malfoy master, boy, I'd be more than happy to let you have less parts - if you don't want to crawl to report to Lucius, I advise you to be honest point."

After reviving his life, he was assassinated by a Death Eater who had already been captured in Azkaban, which made him feel extremely ashamed.

If he could find out what was wrong with this person earlier, he would never let the other person have a chance to get close to him.

Lambert shrank his neck like a quail, and let the man throw himself out of the door like a trash:

"I don't care what method you use, tell Lucius that bastard traitor, if he can't save me from being hunted by the Ministry of Magic, he will never see his lovely son..." He paused for more , fixed his eyes on Lambert, with madness in his eyes: "Of course, if you go to the Ministry of Magic for help, I guarantee you, you will understand what is the most common method a Death Eater uses to make others obey—"

"Crucio (Crucio) - you need a lesson, don't use your wicked father's sneaky tricks in front of me!" The man was halfway through speaking, and suddenly turned his head and cast a spell behind him with his wand, Della After Ke was hit, he didn't have the scene of rolling all over the floor as he expected, but he went backwards and slammed into the wall at high speed.

The man's face became more gloomy, and Lambert hurriedly promised to find Lucius, turned around and ran, he didn't want to experience any spells sprayed from the other's wand.

Apparently, Mulciber was annoyed at another spell that failed, and said viciously to the light-blond boy who struggled to get up from the ground: "Anyone imprisoned in Azkaban will not be very good-tempered, if The next time I catch you trying to attack me or run away, maybe Lucius will see your dead body!"

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The boy, who had fled several blocks away, was obviously still in shock. He slid against the wall and sat on the ground, holding the pocket watch around his neck—he now felt that he had made the most wise decision to agree to bring Igg out— Panting for breath, he asked:

"What should I do, Ig?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert: I may be the first male protagonist of Koff in history. 【Sadness flows like river】

Draco: ...? ? ?Author, come out and let's talk about the settings.