[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Chapter 69 Day 58 at Hogwarts

The scene was very embarrassing.

In other words, Lambert felt extremely embarrassed unilaterally.

But he didn't show it on the face, but when he saw Draco's face clearly, surprise flashed in his eyes, and then his emotions became calm, he calmly spread his hands at the other party, and said in a normal tone: "Now Don't like it either - Dumbledore gave it to Harry, can I have it?"

Harry also came out of the door, nodded to Draco as a greeting, and stood beside Rhine by the door, watching the scene over there.

Draco glanced at them, reached out and handed the Golden Snitch to Lambert, his silver-gray eyes were locked on him, but his tone was still lazy: "Talk to me."

Lambert took the round golden ball - the little thing had its wings back.Raising his eyes to meet the gaze of the person in front of him, Lambert found that as long as he met Draco's gaze, those images would inevitably appear in his mind.

Before the heat burned his face, he turned and left in time, and said lightly: "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

Although the words were extremely cold, they clearly meant rejection.

Draco looked at his back and clicked his tongue a little unhappy.He knew that exposing his thoughts so early was not good for him at all.

Harry looked between them thoughtfully.

Until Lambert walked up to him, handed the Golden Snitch back to him, ignored the people who were still standing by the stairs behind, and turned to look at Rhine: "What do you want from me?"

Rhine glanced over his shoulder, swept to the light blond boy who was still looking at the back of his elder nephew, and then calmly retracted, looked at him and said:

"It's nothing, I heard that you have learned Occlumency, and my work can come to an end in two days. When do you plan to go back?"

Lambert was stunned for a few seconds before he said, "Anything is fine."

Harry looked at him with special reluctance. To be honest, he had always been very curious about where Lambert lived, but it seemed that his plan to visit his house this summer had failed again—he had an intuition that even this summer In the end, maybe he didn't make any progress with Occlumency either.

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lunch time.

When Lambert walked into the restaurant and went to their usual table, he found that there were only two servings of seafood pasta placed on the table today, one for him and one for Harry.

Kreacher was by the corner cupboard as always, and today he looked at Lambert and Harry with particularly dissatisfied eyes, so his hoarse voice was louder than usual:

"Kreacher refuses to serve these bastards of impure blood... but the honorable Master Malfoy makes..." Noticing the way Lambert looked at him, he looked down at his knees and lowered the rest of his words , because its own voice is very deep, and Lambert can only catch a few fragmented pronunciation of words behind it, and can't hear what it specifically said.

Harry exchanged glances with him, then turned to ask the house-elf in the corner, "Where's Draco, Kreacher?"

Kreacher didn't seem to want to talk to Harry at all, he glanced at Harry with those big bullfrog eyes, then lowered his head and said something, Harry had no choice but to give Lambert a helpless look back.

Lambert: ...What do you mean by that look? Brother, I don't care where he went at all, okay?

As a result, they had just picked up their forks when they suddenly heard Kreacher slamming into the closet like an explosion: "Kreacher can no longer serve the honorable Master Malfoy..."

Sirius on the long table over there heard the movement, looked coldly with dark gray eyes, and ordered with a little anger: "Get out of the dining room, Kreacher."

The Hogwarts students across the long table looked at each other.

It was the Weasley brothers who broke the silence first, and looked at Harry and Lambert opposite with a smile, as if they were rabbits that had fallen into a wolf's den. Fred clicked his tongue twice, full of regret on his face , deliberately glanced at Cedric and then looked back at them:

"Oh, pay attention to the two little snakes on the opposite side, you are surrounded, start bribing us from today, we can think about not targeting you—"

George nodded in agreement, and thoughtfully gave them suggestions: "Yes, for example, present your lunch today—"

Cedric: ? ? ?I don't quite understand his smug look.

Ginny tapped the milk cup with a spoon, and said to her two brothers with a smile on her face, "I'll tell mom that you really dislike her lunch."

"What? Who has a problem with today's lunch?" Mrs. Weasley asked a question from the kitchen.

Fred and George replied in unison, "It's Ron, Mom!"

Ron, who was lying on the gun, stared wide-eyed, looking at his two brothers in disbelief, a little dazed by the iron pot thrown at him.

On the other hand, Harry and Lambert couldn't help but curl their lips.

"Very well, Ronald, I announce that you don't have lunch today! Get your own breakfast sandwich and eat it hot!" Mrs. Weasley declared decisively from the kitchen.

Ron exclaimed incredulously, "It's not me! Mom! It's Fred and George!"

It wasn't until the lunch was brought out that Ron counted the number of plates in the tray, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, Mrs. Weasley's spatula tapped Fred and George on the heads of each:

"Don't always bully your little brother! George, Fred! Let me find out, next time you don't have lunch!"

"Oh! Mom, have you washed your spatula yet?" Fred reached out to touch his head in horror, very afraid of touching cooking oil.

After Fred was hit, George quickly stretched out his hands to hold his head. When the shovel fell on top of his head, it lightened its force and only lightly landed on the back of his hand.

"Mom, I'm George! I'll give you a friendly suggestion. Remember to wash this spatula when you use it again later. I don't want to eat hair in my meal—"

As a result of saying this, Mrs Weasley gave him a thumping blow on the skull with her free hand.

Ginny next to him continued to make up the knife: "Mom, they are not only bullying Ron, but also planning to bully Harry and Lambert on the opposite side."

"Oh no! Ginny! Which side are you on!" Fred and George wanted to hug each other and cry, who didn't know that the two Slytherins on the opposite side were so good that they made their family a few times Mum had forgotten the fact that they were Slytherins, and if it weren't for the fact that the two had house-elves cooking, no one doubted that Mrs. Weasley would cook for them.

Lambert, Harry, Cedric, and Ron laughed happily, but when Ron met their eyes, the smile on his face froze, and he turned his head away awkwardly.

Lambert temporarily forgot about his relationship with Draco after being teased by the happy Gryffindors at the lunch table, and happily finished his lunch.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Draco: Why did the Weasley brothers forcefully steal the scene!I left and my wife didn't miss me at all and was unhappy.

Brother Weasley: ... Blame us?

Lambert [sneering]: What kind of a hero is he who runs away after flirting!