[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Chapter 19 Day 8 at Hogwarts

As soon as he came out of his grief, he found Draco standing directly in front of it, with folded arms and looking at him with what could be called probing eyes, those silver-gray eyes seemed to be able to look straight at into people's hearts.

Lambert blinked, and Draco's gaze at this moment was the same as the one he saw at the Malfoy's Christmas party when he just passed through, "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"It's your masterpiece to let Potter be sorted into Slytherin." It was obviously a question, but the certainty in his tone abruptly turned it into a conclusion.

Lambert didn't intend to hide it from him, and admitted frankly: "Yes." Anyway, he really did it with the idea of ​​threatening Draco at the time.

Draco still felt that something was wrong, he stared into Lambert's eyes, trying to see more information.

No one wants to let their thoughts fly free when they know that the other person can read their thoughts.

It can be said that Lambert's thought field at the moment is very clean, and even only the answer to Draco's question emerges. As for other thoughts, it is like a spider thread that suddenly floats in front of his eyes, fleeting.

If what he knew about Hogwarts and even the Dark Lord was based on what he saw from his own memories, it wouldn't make sense.Draco threw away the doubts in his mind, and in the end he could only suppress the strange sense of disobedience in his heart.

When he turned around and walked towards his own bed, Lambert looked at his back and let out a sigh of relief. From the contest between the two this time, he found that this mind reading technique can only read each other's mind. The clearest thought that is being thought.

It's okay to control yourself temporarily and don't think about it, but it's hard to say if it lasts longer.

While Draco was taking a shower, Lambert also ran out to mention the situation to Harry, and told him about Quirrell—without Voldemort, of course.

"You mean, it's Professor Quirrell who wants to kill me?" Harry's expression looked incredulous. He still vividly remembered the friendliness he had shown at the Leaky Cauldron to the stammering professor, but he didn't expect it to be this result.

Lambert blinked, smiled and said to him: "This is just a conjecture, but I think maybe we still need some evidence, and then go to Professor Snape and Principal Dumbledore, what do you think? "

Harry nodded and made an appointment with him to talk about it this weekend. Before that, Lambert needed a little time to collect evidence.

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Before the first small weekend at Hogwarts, they will have another Potions class taught by the dean of Slytherin, Professor Snape, on Friday morning——Compared to Snape, who is a little more relaxed, For the Lytherins, the Gryffindor first-years who have heard about Professor Snape's "heavy reputation" from the previous seniors, what awaits them is the deduction of points by Head Slytherin in the next five years. The fear of domination.

On the way to the Potions classroom, Lambert trembled for Gryffindor just thinking of that scene.

The Potions classroom in the basement of Hogwarts was filled with a cold atmosphere. There were animal specimens soaked in unknown solutions in the corners, and some even had only partial limbs, which made the hair stand on end.

Maybe it's because this classroom has been influenced by Professor Snape's aura all the year round. Almost every student who enters the classroom can't help but become more disciplined. As if his expression had been frozen quickly, he quickly restrained himself.

The first years were all there before the bell rang, and there was no doubt that Professor Snape was as aggressive in class as the no-nonsense Professor McGonagall.

When he saw the man with black middle-length hair walk in, Lambert couldn't help recalling all the knowledge about potions he had read from before school started to last night, even though he knew that the dean of Slytherin was not Not embarrassing the students of his own house - well, after the incident of establishing diplomatic relations between Gryffindor and Slytherin's flying lessons, he was not so sure.

After the routine roll call, he briefly introduced the course: "You are here to learn the precise craftsmanship of potion making... I don't expect you to really understand the charm of this slow-simmering, crucible-smelling fragrance Here, I can teach you how to increase your prestige, gain honor, and even prevent death—" He spoke in an unhurried tone, but every word seemed to be playing on the string in his brain, which made people dare not Ignore his every word.

"But there is a premise here, that is, you don't have to be the kind of idiots I often encounter." After the ending fell, the students present couldn't help lowering their breathing.

"Weasley!" He called his name without warning, and the red-haired Gryffindor jumped out of his seat as if he had a needle in his ass, with the expression on his face completely 'I knew there would be Such a day's mourning.

"What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to the wormwood solution?" His dark eyes locked on Ron's face, and he asked without warning.

Ron's mind went blank—of course, even if he could think normally, he couldn't find the answer from his dry knowledge of potions. Almost immediately, he replied, "I, I don't know, professor."

Snape nodded as expected, and the corners of his lips curled up—maybe he has always had a gloomy expression, making one suspect that any kind of smile on this face is like a mockery: "I originally guessed that you might Showing a talent for potions that is different from your two brothers' meager talents - it seems that miracles are hard to happen to you. Sit down."

Crabbe and Goyle smiled quietly.

"Longbottom." He named another person. At the table next to Draco, a slightly fat boy stood up nervously, and accidentally bumped into the table in front of him. There was some friction between the table and the ground. Harsh.

Professor Snape raised his chin slightly, "You don't have to wait so impatiently, Mr. Longbottom, no one will compete with you for this performance opportunity."

This time, almost half of the Slytherins laughed, already deciding that the clumsy Gryffindor couldn't answer.

"Longbottom, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

Almost as soon as Professor Snape finished speaking, Neville gave the answer: "I don't know, Professor."

Professor Snape twitched his lips quickly, "Then next time, don't be so eager to make such a noise in my class—Longbottom, it will make me mistakenly think that I missed a potion genius."

Then Professor Snape ordered another Gryffindor and asked about the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-shaped aconite, but still no one could answer.His dark eyes swept over everyone's faces, and finally fell on Slytherin's side.

Curling the corners of his lips, he said slowly, "In order to reflect the fairness between the colleges—Malfoy, maybe you can tell them the answers to the three questions just now."

Lambert noticed that Harry next to him was a little uneasy, because even after previewing the textbook, he was sure that he would not be able to answer Professor Snape's question just now, and he was afraid that it would be his turn later.

Including the Slytherins who had been watching Gryffindor's good show, their hearts tightened at this moment, and they all sweated for Draco.

Draco is obviously a good teammate, and he answered all the questions raised by the professor in a lazy tone: "Okay, professor. Adding daffodil root powder to wormwood solution can make a powerful hypnotic drug, also known as life and death. Water. Fecal stones are taken from the stomach of the yam, which has a strong detoxification effect. As for the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolf-shaped aconitum, they are the same plant, collectively called aconitum."

"Exactly, sit down, Slytherin plus five points - do you still need me to remind you to take notes?" He nodded in satisfaction, and then his eyes swept across the audience. The 'rustling' sound of writing on parchment.

Ron complained to Seamus next to him in a low voice: "He must have given Malfoy the answer in advance!"

"My hearing is not impaired yet, Weasley. In response to your question—" Snape glared at Ron heavily, then turned to look in the direction of Slytherin.

"Lambert." When he heard his name being spoken, Lambert realized that he had obviously underestimated the pleasure of Professor Snape giving Slytherin points.

He stood up, and quickly recalled all the knowledge about potions from before the start of school to last night's preview in his mind. By the way, he briefly thought about the fate of his inability to answer the questions—maybe Professor Snape will regard him as an idiot from now on. Slytherin spies from Ryffindor.

"What would happen if I didn't turn off the fire while making the scabies potion, but just threw porcupine quills in?" When he heard this question, Lambert breathed a sigh of relief. Compared with this year's potion production failure experience, he thinks that everyone here is hot chicken.

He replied quickly: "The potion will splash out, and the skin that touches the potion will get scabies—this is also the origin of the name of the scabies potion, professor."

"Correct, three points for Slytherin - if anyone makes the mistake I mentioned when configuring this potion later, then I guarantee that your grade in this class can only get the score of the troll." His His gaze wandered over everyone's face again, and those who met his gaze bowed their heads to take notes, especially Gryffindor.

He looked back at Ron, the contempt in his black eyes was so obvious: "I don't know if this convinces you, Weasley? Ten points from Gryffindor for your unreasonable arrangement of the professor just now."

Ron looked angry, but he didn't dare to say it, so he lowered his head and pretended to take notes.

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The entire Potions class had only Malfoy and Blaise's assignment, plus Lambert and Harry's assignment got an O (excellent), but for Slytherin, such a result is very important for the upcoming class. Make them happy for the weekend.

in the afternoon.

Lambert, who was just about to return to the room from the lounge, opened the door and saw a white spherical object bounce towards him like a cannonball: "A lot of times I am very curious, how did you come back to Slater by yourself? It's in the forest lounge."

He reached out to catch Big Meow, and asked his doubts.

Compared with this answer, Da Miao obviously has more important things to say:

"I found a good thing! There is a mirror in a room that can see the future! I see myself living in a world surrounded by pork belly!"

……what?

Wait, this plot is a bit familiar?