After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

"Hey, why are you leaving? Wait for me." Ron had just finished speaking when someone hit him hard on the head from behind. "What are you doing...ah, sorry, Madam Pince, I'll leave right away."

But the thin Madam Pince had no intention of letting him go. Her hawk-like sharp eyes fixed on Ron. She waved the wand in his direction, and a gust of evil wind blew in the library, directed only at him.

Ron didn't care about the big bump on the back of his head. He picked up his robe and ran towards Harry and Lamia. "I was wrong. I really know I was wrong!" Ron looked back in horror, but didn't dare to stop for a moment - behind him was a large group of enchanted books and backpacks, as well as bottles that had begun to pour ink towards him.

Just after Ron finally rushed out, the library door closed in front of him, and everything was quiet as if nothing had happened, except for the stains on his body.

"Ron, don't you know that loud noises are prohibited in the library? Hahaha, you still don't understand even after we've left." Harry and Lamia were standing not far away outside. Seeing Ron walking towards them in embarrassment, they couldn't help laughing. When he and Lamia left, they didn't expect that Ron didn't see Madam Pince.

"Harry, you're such a good brother to me," Ron said sarcastically, wiping the ink off his body with his handkerchief. "Thanks to you, I never have to worry about running out of ink again." He threw the soiled handkerchief into Harry's arms, crossed his arms and glanced at him.

"That's great, Ron. Snape will thank me. He won't have to hear your usual excuses for not handing in homework." Harry put his handkerchief in his pocket. Although he kept smiling, Lamia could see the worry in his eyes.

"I really didn't have enough ink last time, Harry, you saw it!" Ron was furious and wanted to use his memory to prove it.

"You said the same thing the last time before," Harry said, hiding behind Lamia. Ron's hand, which was about to hit her, missed. "Harry, don't be so revealing. I'll tell Lamia about you staying up late at night folding bats."

Harry blushed, "Ron, shut up!"

"Yo yo yo, you're so anxious. Apologize to me now, or I'll tell Lamia everything about you." Ron had an expression as if his evil plan had succeeded.

"Hey, Ron," Seamus, who was walking over with his friends, saw Ron and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Good boy, well done. We should work together to resist that Slytherin spy." He didn't see Harry behind Lamia, and thought that Ron had finally realized Harry's true face under his influence.

"Seamus, Harry isn't a spy. He's from Gryffindor. Go away." Ron was still smiling and greeting him, but after hearing what he said next, his expression instantly fell and he pushed Seamus aside. "And Harry has always been with me."

Ron pulled Harry out from behind Lamia. His expression was very unnatural. He lowered his head, didn't say a word, and just stood there blankly.

"Really? I say, can't you go back to the bottom of your dirty black lake? Why do you always stay in our Gryffindor?" A boy next to Seamus, whom Lamia didn't know, pushed Harry. His arrogant look almost made it clear on his face that he was an idiot.

"Idiot." Lamia's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone present to hear. She casually wiped the remaining blood from between her nails. "You really fit my impression of a Gryffindor: foolish and reckless. I'm afraid the only person in Hogwarts who likes you is the squid in the Black Lagoon. After all—it wouldn't reject someone whose brain is made of fat."

As soon as Lamia's voice came out, the boy's face turned pale and he could only stare at her angrily. It was because the fireball turning in Lamia's palm was too terrifying that made him retract the idea of ​​taking out his wand.

Ron's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Lamia, who used to only talk with a smile, would look like this. She was almost as good as Snape. "Lamia, you, good job!" He clapped his hands and his face turned red with excitement.

"I'll see how long you can be so arrogant." Simo and his companions walked away from them in shame, and before leaving, he did not forget to turn around and glare at them.

"Thank you, Lamia." Harry was very touched and pulled the corner of Lamia's clothes.

"It's okay, Harry, I just don't understand why they did this to you." Lamia pretended that she knew nothing and made Harry believe that she had no part in the whole thing.

Harry had no idea what Lamia was thinking. He tried to summarize his recent experiences in a few words and told Lamia, including how Seamus and the others had started spreading rumors that he was the murderer as soon as the first victim appeared in Hogwarts, so that almost all the students avoided Harry, and how they openly rejected Harry until now.

Ron felt sorry for Harry as he listened to what was happening, but Lamia didn't show any extra expression and didn't even try to comfort Harry.

Lamia felt that it was pointless to say anything now. It would be better to help Harry pass the test of the cunning old bee, so that the rumors about him would naturally be dispelled.

"Why don't we go see Hermione." Lamia thought about it. She had to find a way to tell Harry the location of the Chamber of Secrets. After all, only he could open the door.

Harry and Ron both agreed to go see Hermione, as Professor Sprout's mandrake was not yet ripe, so Hermione remained in the hospital wing.

After they arrived, they had to beg Madame Pomfrey repeatedly before they were finally allowed to see Hermione. Ron even took advantage of the cookies given to him by Fred and George, which made the people in front speed up their visit.

Lamia only knew that Hermione was petrified, but she had no chance to see it in person, so when she suddenly saw the lifeless Hermione lying on the narrow bed, her heart was filled with regret and anger. She wanted to kill the damn basilisk right now, but reality was reality. Although she had the ability to do so, she could not do as she wished.

Lamia cursed Dumbledore again in her heart, and even took her anger out on Fawkes who had left halfway.

Although Lamia was angry, she did not forget her purpose. She took advantage of Harry and Ron's inattention and slipped the note she had prepared in her palm into Hermione's hand.

Then she followed her plan, called Harry and Ron, and told them the note hidden in Hermione's palm.

"Oh my God, how come we didn't notice it!" Ron regretfully checked Hermione's palms again, even the soles of her shoes.

Lamia rolled her eyes silently in her heart, but did not show it on her face. Instead, she looked at the content with Harry:

Women's restroom.

There were only four simple words on it, written by Lamia by imitating Hermione's handwriting.

Harry turned the note over and over several times but couldn't find any other useful information. "What does Hermione mean? Do you want us to go into the girls' room?" Harry looked at Ron and Lamia.

"Maybe she wrote it wrong?" Ron guessed.

"Maybe Hermione wants us to go over and take a look," said Lamia.

"But we are all boys, we can't get in." Ron was still a little embarrassed. He looked at Harry, then at Lamia, and finally touched the big bump on the back of his head that had not yet disappeared and fell into thought.

"I see! We can wait for Lamia at the door." Ron slapped his head, as if he had a good idea.

Lamia really couldn't help it. If she was allowed to go in by herself, what would happen to Harry? Besides, she couldn't get in anyway.