[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Chapter 4 The First Day in England

The red iron train was moving slowly along the track, the sound of the mechanical wheels turning kept a certain rhythm, interspersed with a long cry of "woo--" from time to time, which woke up the birds that had just fallen asleep in the distant forest, and fled. Go deeper into the forest.

The scenery outside the window has experienced changes from mountains to rivers, from canyons to plains. The beautiful scenery of nature and the fresh air pouring into the nostrils stir the nerves of tourists every moment.

However, no matter how beautiful a landscape painting is, how does it feel to stare at it for three days?

Lambert tells you, for people who can't live without their mobile phones, this is a gift proposition!

There were only the two of them in the box for the four of them, and the flight attendant seemed to be drugged by the scenery on the roadside, limp and unable to move out of the studio, showing powerlessness over the matter of patrolling the box.

Lambert switched his hand to support his head, staring at the brown-haired man beside him who was holding the book without lifting his head.

One minute later, Rhine was inexplicably kicked by him.

Facing the wooden stick that was about to hit his nose, the black-haired boy in an old coat innocently raised his hand as a sign of surrender, "Unexpectedly, uncle, I might have had leg cramps just now."

The man blinked his deep blue eyes, with a perfect smirk on his face: "If you're not afraid of being baked dry, boy, I think you might need an enhanced version of the warming spell—after all, the warming spell a few minutes ago Doesn't seem to save your cold-stricken legs, does it?"

From the pocket of the Rhine denim jacket, a slender vine quietly protruded, and then two tender green leaves emerged.

A few seconds later, a slender Bowtruckle landed on Rhine's open book pages. The disproportionate height made Lambert almost think that it really couldn't think about it, and wanted to let go of itself and change its race into a tree. Fresh toothpicks.

He sighed deeply, and told the truth: "Well, I'm just a little bored." Rhine still has a toothpick to coax, but the toothpick is completely unwilling to talk to him. It's a miracle to appear in front of him once today .

After all, you can't expect a shy little creature-that introverted little heart to face outsiders so quickly.

Rhine let out a snort, looked him up and down with almost sympathetic eyes, and said slowly after a long time: "Don't worry, child, soon you will regret not cherishing the leisure time now."

These words made Lambert always feel that there was a huge pit waiting for him ahead.

He really wanted to use money to pry Rhine's mouth away. After all, having money can make ghosts turn around, and nothing that can be solved with money is not a problem.

...The problem is he has no money, eh.

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After three days plus 41 hours and [-] minutes, Lambert finally bid farewell to the train that seemed to be running until the end of the century.Grinning his teeth and limping, he followed Rhine forward, and he felt as if his buttocks had been bumped twice.

The old party suit he was wearing was so poor that he couldn't find a replacement, and even though he tried to stop himself from moving like an ADHD child on the train, the hopeless fabric was wrinkled like pickles fresh out of a jar.

The villages and towns before his eyes seemed to be asleep and forgotten by time.

In the entire village and town, there is only this wet and dark stone road in front of Lambert, with green moss slipping out of the gaps, black brick English-style small buildings with the same style are scattered on both sides of the road, and the light yellow walls are partially peeled off, clearly There are traces of history everywhere, but it feels extremely peaceful and peaceful.

The heart suddenly settled down.

A hand patted his shoulder, and the unbearable force caused him to stagger a few steps forward, turning his head to stare at the culprit.

Rhine chuckled, walked to him and squatted down, looking at him at the same level. Lambert has never realized that when he is watched so intently by those deep blue eyes, it is like seeing a blue sea tenderness.

"You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself." Rhine's voice subconsciously softened a little, and it wasn't until he patted his thin shoulder just now that he realized that the child in front of him was a child who hadn't reached the age of entering Hogwarts. — but had to face danger alone.

"Protect yourself," he paused after he finished speaking, and suddenly smiled, "I mean, if you really hate the Peverell family that much, I will wait for you in New York, I believe Ilvermorny will also Willing to send you a letter—if you can save enough money for a plane ticket.”

There were two obvious fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. Although this revealed his age, it was the first time that Lambert felt that Rhine's image was so handsome.

So he nodded subconsciously: "I will." After thinking for a while, he added: "I promise."

Rhine stood up satisfied, put the suitcase he had been carrying on the ground, and pulled out his wand. The next moment he disappeared from Lambert's sight as if he was sucked into a different time and space by a small black hole.

Leaving the boy staring melancholy at the piece of air where he disappeared.

5 minutes later.

As soon as he clapped his hands, he suddenly said: "That's not right! Is it too late for me to say that I give up?" Rhine agreed with him to go and defect, why did he still look for that damned family inheritance?

He just passed by like this?

Still foolishly assuring the other party that he will pay attention to his own safety and find Peverell's family inheritance? ? ?

On the stone road in the ancient town, a boy was clutching his soft black hair in a collapsed state, and an old suitcase lay quietly on the ground not far from him.

Lambert, who had just recovered from the sadness of "I'm mentally retarded", looked down and saw the box.

Lambert: ...

box:……

Lambert: ? ? ?

box:……

If his memory hadn't been eaten by some strange creature, he remembered that Rhine had a box with a whole new world of magical animals in it, right?

Uncle Rhine, has anyone ever told you that if you don't have a certificate for Apparating, you shouldn't just be a veteran driver?

Squatting on the spot until his legs became numb, and he didn't wait for the man's return from sunrise to sunset. Lambert finally determined that neither he nor the box could restore the man's determination.

After carefully approaching the box and making sure that its spring clasp would not suddenly loosen and something would pop out, Lambert walked on the road to find the haunted old house alone, as if he was dragging a dynamite bag.

He felt that he was simply great.

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Seeing scenes that once appeared in dreams in real life will send chills down the spine of anyone.

Especially in his dream, Lambert felt the roar of the old house against him, and now he felt that his legs were a bit weak-it must be a side effect of the previous warming spell, and he knew that magic was very bad for ordinary people like him. friendly.

In the deep mountains and old forests, surrounded by towering trees, there was only a little boy and a house looking at each other.

In the end, he decided that if the house dared to be arrogant, he would open the suitcase, release all the creatures inside, and raze the place to the ground, so that Peverell could completely break the inheritance.

Maybe it felt threatened by him, from the moment he stepped forward to the process of touching the handle and pushing the door open, the house did not show any abnormality.

Just when he was about to let go of his hand and walk in, his hand seemed to be glued to the handle with strong glue, and he couldn't let it go. At this moment, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his palm!

The whole house glowed blue, and the English-style hut, which was no different from the construction of the ancient town, was raised from the original place. The black bricks fell off, and the straight top gradually turned into a sharp high top. Even the place where he stood was covered Blue ray overlay.

The light continued to spread into the surrounding forest, and the nearby trees seemed to be melted, and it was like an illusion that had finally peeled off the surface to reveal its true essence.

Because he was eager to pull his hand out of the door, the suction suddenly disappeared at this time. He took a few steps back with too much force, and finally sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the suitcase fell heavily beside him.

The lacerated wound on his palm was pressed against the dirt, and the dull pain turned into a sharp one, but he couldn't care less at the moment, looking up at the small castle with a spier that was about to pierce the sky, and the lights from the two windows on the fourth floor were on , The door that he held on to the handle before also became two very tall ones.

"Wake up, old man, here comes another little guy who smells like you!" A deafening thick voice resounded from the entire forest. The ten-person-high door creaked as it was blown open by the wind blowing from inside.

Lambert understood for the first time what words have power, and lo and behold, how obvious.

Leaving aside the weird description of that 'smelly little guy' for the time being, what Lambert is more worried about now is that the two doors in front of him have been in disrepair for a long time, and it is possible to have a close contact with him.

"Hi, may I ask... is this the Peverell's house? I mean, Ignotus Peverell." Because he was too nervous, he asked a question that he thought was stupid .

Apparently the thinking house thought so too, as it let out a barbell-like laugh that could be heard throughout the forest.

The doors seemed to be shaking, and Lambert could have sworn he heard the screws rattling.

"Shut down your excitement, Al. I bet the poor little guy outside the door is about to be scared away by you." A man's voice came from the door, and finally saved Lambert's ears and heart.

The old man who stopped at the door wore a black robe and looked very old. The wrinkles on his face almost blocked his facial features, especially the slightly curly white beard that grew to his chest like a straw on his chin.

He opened his arms towards Lambert and said kindly: "Welcome home, my child."

Lambert stood there hesitantly, after thinking about it, he felt that it was right to be polite:

"excuse me, you are?"

The old man laughed happily, his eyes were very pale under the drooping eyelids, and he said pointedly: "Oh, look, I don't recognize me now."

To break his last fluke, he quickly added: "Nice to meet you, boy, I'm Ignotus Peverell."

Lambert: ...

Damn!No matter how the seniors can't hold the coffin board!The ancestor ran out of the coffin!