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

As soon as Lamia walked out, she saw Harry, who was panting. He was holding two bottles of thick potion in his hands and holding two strands of hair between his fingers.

"Lamia, you have to drink this." Harry took out one of the bottles, put a hair in it, and handed it to Lamia.

"Why?" Lamia covered her nose in disgust the moment she took the bottle. She didn't think there was anything good in it. It smelled like water soaked in smelly socks that had been fermented for 10 years.

"This is Polyjuice Potion. We have to turn into Goyle and Crabbe. Only then will Malfoy feel comfortable telling us what he knows." Harry pinched his nose and drank the potion. After coughing violently, he began to cough continuously and finally turned into Crabbe's appearance.

"Can I not drink it? You can ask it yourself." Lamia took the bottle away with great resistance. Even if she could endure the nausea of ​​the potion, she didn't want to become like Goyle.

"No, Lamia, I had to steal this potion from Snape with great difficulty, but luckily his door was not locked and there was no one inside." Harry said with lingering fear. It was obviously normal, but this expression on Crabbe's face inexplicably made Lamia feel a little disgusted.

"Forget it." Lamia tried her best to block her sense of smell and taste and drank the whole bottle of potion.

The moment Lamia drank it, she decided that she must ask Dumbledore for compensation for mental damage, at least more than one-third of Harry's property.

As the potion took effect, Lamia's body gradually stretched and deformed. She only felt that her perspective became lower, and Harry in front of her suddenly became larger and even turned gray.

Harry's pupils contracted violently, and he suddenly realized that Goyle's hair was still between his fingers. "Lamia, you have to be mentally prepared... You haven't become a human yet."

Lamia was about to speak, but the sound turned into a meow. She stretched out her palm in shock, and what came into her eyes was a pair of cat's paws with paw pads. Lamia stretched out her palms in disbelief, and the cat's paws also spread out with her movement.

Lamia suddenly looked at Harry, her eyes sharp and murderous. The next second she jumped onto his back, scratching and clawing at it, "Meow! Meow! Meow!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Although Harry didn't understand what Lamia was saying, he could guess that it was definitely not something good.

After finally coaxing Lamia, Harry's magic robe was torn to pieces and his hair was a mess, but he didn't have time to clean it up. The time for the transformation potion was limited, so he had to act quickly.

Harry held Lamia in his arms, which kept licking its fur, and searched for Draco everywhere in Hogwarts.

"I bet he's here," Harry said to Lamia, a thin layer of sweat already appearing on his forehead. Crabbe was so fat that Harry started panting with exhaustion before he had walked far.

Lamia licked the fur on her paws expressionlessly. It didn't matter, she didn't have to walk anyway. But she still meowed a few times. Although Harry didn't understand what she was saying, he was still very happy that Lamia responded to him.

After Harry pushed open the door, Lamia in front of him saw the platinum-haired young master first. He was sitting on the sofa fiddling with the crystal ball in his hand.

"Crabbe? How did you get into this state? Where's Goyle?" Draco put the crystal ball into his pocket naturally and looked at the sweaty Harry with disgust. "Also, where did you get this dirty cat? Take it away!"

Draco took out a handkerchief from somewhere, covered his mouth and nose with it in disgust, and waved his hands in the air, as if this could drive away all the invisible germs.

Lamia glanced at her belly suspiciously. Her fur was white without a single spot of color, neat and smooth, but Draco actually called her a dirty cat.

Although Lamia was very angry, she held it in for the time being considering the current situation.

"Shut up! Malfoy, this is not...ah," However, Harry was obviously very angry and couldn't suppress his temper for a moment. He opened his mouth to curse, but Lamia bit him hard, stopping him before he could say anything.

"What did you say?" Draco covered his nose and took a few steps forward, then stopped when he was a certain distance away from Harry. "Also, when did you put on your glasses - are you going to study, Crabbe?" Draco was puzzled and a little bit unbelievable. He himself didn't believe that one day he would ask Crabbe this question.

"No, I'm sorry, uh, I stole this cat and glasses from Harry Potter, and I beat him up." Harry had an urgent brainstorming session, quickly took off his glasses and threw them aside, and unconsciously put some strength into his embrace with Lamia.

Lamia felt a pain in her body and simply jumped out of his arms, "And Goyle, Goyle went to the kitchen to get the freshly made butter cookies." Harry watched Lamia land lightly on the ground, walked to the corner with cat steps and squatted down.

"Well done! Saint Potter," Draco said, his mouth almost dropping to his neck. "He deserves to be hated by everyone. And Lamia, I will definitely let her see Potter's true face!"

Lamia suddenly heard her own name, and her deep red eyes looked at Draco who was immersed in his own world. He collapsed on the sofa again, with his feet stretched out on the table, tapping his leather heels irregularly, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Malfoy, do you think Harry Potter will be the heir?" Harry imitated Crabbe's usual tone and sat down next to Draco.

"What did you call me?" Draco's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. "You're acting strangely today, Crabbe. Didn't I tell you about this a long time ago?"

"Boss, no, no, it's just... it's just that everyone has been saying recently that he is the heir of Slytherin. I don't think so at all. In my opinion, the heir should be you, boss. You are the only qualified one in the whole Hogwarts." Harry said.

"Huh, Potter just loves to show off. My father said that only the descendants of Salazar Slytherin are qualified to open the Chamber of Secrets. He is not even from Slytherin house, so he can only fool those brainless people." Draco said disdainfully and retracted his legs on the table.

"I think so too, but I'm still a little scared. What does the secret room look like? How do I get in?"

"Even my father doesn't know this, but he said it might be related to Parseltongue. Who knows? But even if Potter could speak Parseltongue, he wouldn't be able to open the Chamber of Secrets. Could it be that he, an orphan, wants to inherit the entire Slytherin family?"

"You!" Harry was so angry that he wanted to punch Draco's arrogant face, but at the critical moment Lamia bit his trouser leg, so he retracted his fist. Fortunately, Draco didn't see it - he was busy putting the bat pendant with no name on it on the table into his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Draco turned around curiously and found Harry with his hands raised, his face flushed.

"Nothing, there were mosquitoes." Harry said casually.

"Mosquito?" Draco glanced at the snow outside the window. "Didn't you have breakfast?"

"No, actually I was talking about flies. Uh, this cat looks hungry. I'll take it to eat something." Harry wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly felt a change in his body.

Just as he bent down to pick up Lamia and walked outside, Draco stood in front of them again.

"Wait a minute, why does this cat look so familiar to me?" Draco continued, still holding his nose, looking all over Lamia. "Leave it here, I want to take another look."

"No!" Harry refused without thinking, "I mean, it will scratch people when it's hungry, look--" Harry handed the wound caused by Lamia to Draco.

"Then forget it." Draco took several steps back, but his eyes never left Lamia. He always felt that he had seen this cat somewhere, especially those eyes.

"Then we'll go first." Harry picked up Lamia, opened the door and walked out quickly.

After the door closed, Draco poked his head out again. "Lamia?" he called tentatively.

Harry froze, then quickened his pace, while Lamia in his arms pretended not to hear. It was Draco who called her dirty.

Draco didn't turn and walk into the room until Harry and the other man disappeared around the corner. His mind was filled with the familiar cat's eyes.