[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Chapter 90 Day 79 at Hogwarts

After Christmas, platform nine and three quarters.

Maybe it's because too many things happened during the Christmas holidays, and with the influence of the return of the Dark Lord, the train platform at this time is not as full of noisy sounds as before, and even the number of students seems to be less than usual.

Even the students and parents who came and went in a hurry seemed to be affected by the depressive atmosphere. They all whispered to their children what to say, and even some mothers simply held their children's hands and refused to let him board the train.

The Ministry of Magic has finally reacted to the incident in Diagon Alley, and can no longer deceive itself and others - as can be seen from the massive decline in subscriptions and sales of the "Daily Prophet" and "Wizard Weekly", most wizards in the magic world We all refuse to listen to the whitewash of these two newspapers.

Lambert dragged his suitcase and walked on the platform. The much bigger cat had an empty golden bell tied around its neck, and pulled Lambert's handle to lie quietly on the box, letting Lambert Te dragged forward together.

Beside him was a tall, light-blond Slytherin. Instead of wearing Slytherin's wizard robes, he changed into a black suit, which made his skin pale and bloodless.

"Recently, the sales volume of the Daily Prophet is terrible. I'm seriously considering whether to resell the shares." With a faint smile on his face, Lambert smiled and told Draco about the recent news.

Draco glanced at him, thought for a while, and said seriously: "In terms of profitability, you can consider changing hands recently—as long as you buy it back before the big war."

Lambert shrugged his shoulders and said: "Forget it, when the money is gone - I heard that Umbridge was transferred back from Hogwarts by Fudge? This is already the best news of this semester for me gone."

Draco didn't quite understand his sudden strange superstition, but soon his attention was on Lambert's last sentence.

Is Umbridge the best news of the term?

The happiness value of co-authoring him has nothing to do with Draco?

Since Lambert received the gift, Draco suddenly felt a little annoyed at his usual attitude toward him, so he ignored it.

Not only did he not answer, but he also seemed to speed up his pace secretly, and within a while, he opened the gap with Lambert.

Lambert, who was standing still, looked at his inexplicable back:? ? ?

"Hi! Lambert!" At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away. He looked over and saw that Harry was walking quickly here with his suitcase and Hedwig, followed by him. A big black dog.

Lambert stopped and put the box on the spot. The big cat lying on the box saw Harry, an acquaintance, and greeted him with a meow.

"This is Big Meow? Merlin's beard, I can barely recognize it." Harry leaned over and stretched out his hand towards Big Mew, Big Mew lazily raised his paw, patted it quickly on his palm and then retracted it. Even after saying hello.

"Because it ate too much while I was away at home—hey, Sirius." After making the big meow joke, Lambert whispered hello to Harry's dog, and the black dog looked up. He glanced at it, and let out a sob from his throat, as if to say hello.

——This scene, at first glance, looks like a version of pet lovers meeting on the street.

Harry looked around again, and asked curiously, "Why didn't you see Draco? He should be with you, right?"

Lambert pursed his lips, glanced at the people passing by in front of him, and could no longer see the light golden head, and replied calmly: "I don't know, I didn't see it."

Harry understood in seconds that the two of them were arguing again.He lowered his head and touched the black dog's neck, and said in a low voice, "Okay, just take me here, see you next holiday."

The black dog reluctantly rubbed his hand, but stepped back a few steps obediently, with a vivid expression: I will wait until you leave.

Harry went to pick up the box in Lambert's hand again, "It seems that Draco should get in the car first, you go to him first, I'll help you put the things in the truck compartment." After all, Lambert still has With a cat, if it wasn't for dragging the big cat, he could even change to a smaller suitcase.

Lambert said thank you, and walked to the train carriage with the fat cat in his arms, because it was on the first carriage of the train, and the left side was directly where all the Slytherins gathered. People greeted him one after another.

Pansy approached him affectionately, and was about to tell him something about Christmas, when he accidentally saw the huge white ball in his arms, and asked in a daze for a long time, "Don't tell me this is our former Slytherin kid." cute?"

Lambert couldn't help laughing and replied, "Oh, you're right, Pansy, this is our little Slytherin from before—who came up with this name? What a genius."

Da Miao understood their chat, buried her head in Lambert's arms and refused to show it, and even cried a few times in aggrieved way: "Igger said, my breed should be of this size ..." It's just that it didn't want to grow up a few years ago, but now it wants to let itself go!

Lambert made two perfunctory hums, touched its fur that still felt good and boasted against his will: "Don't worry, you will always be the little cutie in my heart."

The main reason was that there was too much chaos on the train. He was afraid that Da Miao would be humiliated too much, and then run away angrily, which would be troublesome.

"I heard that Draco spent Christmas at your house this year, including Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa?" The girl with short black hair watched the scene of him talking to the cat without any surprise, and asked what she was most moved by. question of interest.

Lambert knew what she meant and wanted to explain, but he couldn't think of anything to say, so he could only reply dryly: "Yes."

At this moment, the other Slytherins sitting in the carriage started booing one after another. They pretended to be quiet before just to listen to this question. Now Lambert’s answer seemed to be amplified by the sound of amplification. In their ears, and directly pointing to the ending they thought of.

Even Blaise extended his hand to Crabbe and Goyle in front of him jokingly: "Ten Galleons, my friends, I bet right."

Lambert: ...what the hell?

Seeing his puzzled eyes, Pansy led him to the empty seat in the car, and did not forget to explain: "Oh, they bet that Draco will propose to you this Christmas, and Crabbe and Goyle don't believe it. .”

Lambert: ...? ? ?

I don't know very much about the way you propose in the wizarding world, but he felt that if he told about the gift from Draco, it would cause an uproar.

He decided to keep silent.

Seeing the smile in Panxi's eyes, he put Big Miao on the seat next to him helplessly, looked at her and said, "Why do you..."

Pansy seemed to know what he was going to ask, and said quickly: "You know, the Malfoy family will not hold a Christmas banquet this year, so I attended the banquet of the Nott family."

Lambert froze for a few seconds before realizing what she meant.As I said before, the pure-blood family banquet is similar to a blind date, Pansy will choose to attend at this time, the meaning is obvious - she gave up on Draco.

He smiled gently, followed her words and asked, "Well, how did the party go?"

Pansy recalled the scene of the banquet and couldn't help laughing, "Oh, my mother has taken a fancy to a family from Germany. They have always been neutral, um... At this moment, you know, we It’s not easy to put yourself in such a conspicuous position, neutrality is a good choice—by the way, that boy is quite cute, he’s a shy young man.”

As if recalling the details of getting along with that person, Pansy couldn't help laughing out loud. Maybe it was because she liked Draco's personality for too long. When she first saw this almost diametrically opposite type, she was a little resistant at first. , I got in touch with it later, but I thought it was quite cute.

Lambert noticed the part she emphasized—it seems that until now, there are still many pure-blood families who still want to stand in the middle of the storm.

Blaise finished collecting Crabbe and Goyle's Galleon, leaned over, looked around, and said to Lambert with a smile, "Why, are you interested in the Nott family's Christmas banquet?" Taking a seat, he sat down beside him.

Lambert replied with a smile: "A casual question."

Blaise folded his hands behind his head, heard what Lambert said, and Pansy looked at each other, thought for a while, and reminded: "From your current position, Lambert, you really should pay more attention to it. Banquet at their house."

This was already the clearest hint he could think of.

The Nott family is still pretending to be neutral on the surface, but they are actually serving the Death Eaters-this is something that many families who understand the events of more than ten years ago are well aware, especially when they saw the Death Eaters before Christmas. When the Dead Apostles attacked Diagon Alley, they instantly understood the positions of many families. As for the banquet, it was only to maintain superficial peace.

In fact, everyone is weighing, quietly calculating who the final winner is, but at the last moment they are inclined to the side they think will win.

"Thank you." It was a great favor for Blaise to be willing to mention this to him. After all, the train is not a very good chat space, and one must always pay attention to the nearest people.

After listening to Lambert's solemn thanks, Pansy finally temporarily broke away from the superficial peace of the banquet. Although the parents repeatedly told them not to show too much inclination, she still couldn't help but want to follow Blaise's words. go on.

At this moment, a lazy voice joined their chat:

"Mind if I come to find my lost partner, ladies and gentlemen?"

Pansy finally wanted to say something, but swallowed it when he saw Draco leaning on the back of the sofa beside Lambert.She smiled and greeted Draco.

Lambert propped his chin on one hand and turned his head to squint at him: "I thought that with your resolute departure at that time, I would at least cooperate with you to break off friendship for a day to let you vent your anger?"

Draco snorted and replied nonchalantly, "Obviously, you don't want to get to know your friend well - not even his temper."

This backlash is really beautiful. Lambert was about to retaliate when he noticed his eyes. The silver-gray eyes were not mocking or disdainful, but stared at him very seriously, and turned towards the end of the carriage.

This is to remind him that he has something to say to him, and it is not suitable for him to be here.

As soon as Lambert got up, a layer of hoarfrost quickly covered the outside of the train glass, as if he was driving into some frozen world, and even the cold air penetrated into the compartment quickly, before Lambert could react At the time, Draco had already raised his hand to pull him to his side, pulled out his wand with his right hand, and pointed it at the glass of the car window.

After standing next to him, Lambert followed him reflexively and pulled out his wand to be alert. The frozen glass had been covered with frost, and the outside scenery could not be seen.

At first there were some Slytherins wondering if it was the sudden drop in temperature, but finally there was commotion in the carriage when a vague, flickering black shadow was glimpsed.

I don't know who called out their names:

"Dementors! There are dementors!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Lambert [doubts]: Draco proposed to me? ?Did you propose? ?

The Slytherins nodded sharply.

Lambert looked at Draco.

Draco [turning his head away]: Understand it as you like.

Lambert [still dazed]: ...? ? ?