[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

That statement had the effect of dropping a bomb on the auditorium!

After Professor Quirrell finished announcing the news, he fell to the ground like a patient who had a heart attack and couldn't lift his breath.

The entire auditorium was quiet for less than three seconds, and then exploded!The students jumped up from their seats screaming and wanted to rush towards the entrance of the auditorium. The plates and cups on the long table were knocked to the ground by the pushing action, and no one cared about the fate of those delicacies.

Dumbledore had to use his wand to send warning fireworks several times into the air, so that all the students could calm down from their panic, and obediently follow the team back to the dormitory according to the prefect's instructions.

At the long Slytherin table, compared with the restless atmosphere around him, Draco remained quite calm from the moment he saw Professor Quirrell come in. The performance of the defense against the dark arts professor is unclear, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

It wasn't until the prefect of Slytherin announced that everyone should follow him that he stood up from the bench unhurriedly, which made him look a bit abrupt—because the students in his row, Not many can hold their asses back after hearing such horrific news.

The senior students were the first to calm down, and it didn't take long for them to line up in an orderly manner.On the first-year side, Pansy complained sharply to Daphne and Brace: "I knew it! Hogwarts used to be the safest place, and everything started after Dumbledore became the headmaster—now even the students Our most basic safety cannot be guaranteed! Listen, a troll has appeared..."

Goyle and Crabbe followed closely behind Draco, their faces pale with fright, and they probably didn't even remember where they put their wands.

Draco's eyes lingered in the crowd, and he followed the Slytherin team without saying a word.

After passing the entrance of the auditorium, he suddenly caught a figure with his body lowered and slipping quietly against the wall to the corridor next to him.

"Follow Blaise," he said, turning to Crabbe and Goyle.

The dark-skinned boy who was listening to Pansy complained turned to look at him at this moment, and looked at Draco with some disbelief: "Don't tell me that at this time—"

Before he finished speaking, Draco was blocked by the Hufflepuff students next to him.

"Maybe he's crazy..." Blaise was still a little dazed when he turned back to catch up with the team. He couldn't believe why the education of a pure-blood family was lost in the heir of the Malfoy family.

Pansy and Daphne were looking for security by yelling at Dumbledore at each other, completely oblivious to the missing person in the team.

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Harry was trying his best to walk along the side of the crowd. His only goal was to find Lambert in the toilet at the far end of the auditorium—if he remembered correctly, the men's toilet on the first floor was very close. Out of the way, at the end of the corridor to the right of the stairs leading to the basement, and at the end on the left is the women's toilet.

Just as he was about to turn to the other side of the corner, the hat of the wizard robe was grabbed by a force, which made him have to stagger two steps before he stabilized his figure and looked back at the person.

"Maybe I can know what makes you interested in hanging out at such a dangerous time, Potter?" After letting go, Draco folded his arms firmly, and drew out a very ironic tone asked.

When he met those silver-gray eyes, Harry unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's Lambert. He was not feeling well and ran to the toilet several times today. He left the auditorium in a hurry just now in the middle of dinner. I Doubt he's not back in the Slytherin dungeons at this moment."

Facing those green eyes full of trust—Draco had no idea where Potter’s inexplicable trust in him came from, he was almost unbelievable—looking at this opponent that he had been fighting for more than 30 years in his previous life, Draco Ke twitched the corner of his lips: "You think you are more capable of saving him than the professors at the school, don't you?"

After hearing what he said, the spark of expectation in Harry's eyes was extinguished in a second, and his face turned cold almost instantly: "Listen, you can follow them back to the Slytherin dungeon. But you can't stop Me, even though I don't think I have the power to stop the troll, I just wanted to make sure he was in danger - I thought he saved you once..."

Facing those silver-gray eyes that seemed to question his own abilities, Harry stopped what he was going to say, gave him a disappointed look, turned around and left in abandon: "Why the hell am I talking nonsense with you here?"

Draco found it harsh, although he never minded the image of a jerk he was in the eyes of others, but being so looked down upon by this mortal enemy who was only 11 years old now, he was already 'unhappy' swiping the screen in his heart.

After staring at the back of the hurriedly leaving for a few seconds, Draco followed with a stinky face—he wanted to see how the famous savior would deal with a troll.

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Lambert rubbed his belly and came out of the cubicle, looked at himself in the mirror whose body had been hollowed out, and complained expressionlessly: "Ig, you should really see, I look like De Laco looks like he has a kidney deficiency, can you believe it?"

The pocket watch hidden under the black wizard's robe let out a laugh, and at the same time reminded with some concern: "Son, you shouldn't be so stubborn. Maybe you should listen to Harry's suggestion and go to the medical wing."

After turning on the faucet, Lambert washed his hands and said, "Okay, I promise, I'll go later."

At the moment when he opened the toilet door and saw the corridor, Lambert thought he was sick enough to have hallucinations—or someone could tell him why there was a giant green skin that almost reached the roof standing at the door of the women's toilet opposite. Strange?

He swallowed hard, and stood at the door of the men's toilet. He couldn't help looking for the intersection leading to other roads in the middle of the corridor.

His eardrums were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, and he looked at the huge monster facing the door of the women's toilet who didn't know what he was thinking, thinking quickly.

As long as he dawdled quietly toward the intersection without making any noise, as long as the troll didn't have a sudden whim to look back, he could escape.

OK!I am the Emperor of Europe!

He tried his best to control his pace, trying to make himself approach the intersection in the middle of this corridor like a cat, and when he was about to approach—

A person suddenly appeared there, and Harry turned towards him with a clear goal, his face full of joy: "Great! Lambert, you are fine! I told you that this place is very dangerous, the troll was... What are you looking at?"

Lambert had a wtf look on his face, looking behind him, the monster at the end of the corridor facing the women's bathroom thinking about life, dragging the big mallet in his hand and looking this way.

It seems that his lucky EX can't eliminate the monster-pull hatred value of the protagonist T.

He quickly took two steps forward and pulled Harry to his side. At this time, Harry had already turned his head and saw the troll at the other end of the corridor, and couldn't believe that he had encountered it here.

At this time, Big Meow was not there, and the ancestor's magic weapon was not brought. Lambert touched his slender ash wand, trying to find a sense of security from this wooden stick——

What the hell! !How to fight this! !Suddenly entered the epic dungeon and did not quit!

While he was watching the troll approaching with the mallet full of despair and standing at the junction of the 'T'-shaped corridor, a black flame rushed towards it joyfully and fell on the ground to form a prison. Horror-colored flames sprang up, trapping the troll inside!

The author has something to say:

small theater:

As the monster-fighting configuration of the trio, it looks like this at present.

First we need a main T.

Harry: It's not me anyway, Draco is so sarcastic, one word can stabilize the hatred, he T.

Lambert: Usually Draco takes T, and when there is something strange, it must be Harry T, which he attracted.

Draco: You two are the ones to blame?Let me T?Where is the author?

The author is weak: Can you decide for yourself who T is not good?Anyway, I'm just curious - who is the milk of the three of you?

Trio: ...