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

"Harry!"

Lamia pushed Tom away who was blocking her way and ran towards the direction where Harry fell. In her path, Fawkes was plucking his quill leisurely, as if his mission had been completed.

Lamia couldn't stand anyone slacking off while she was working hard, not even a bird. She would just grab its tail feathers and run away.

"Chiu!" Fox struggled frantically, but no matter what he did, he could not escape from Lamia's palm. When he finally landed on the ground, Lamia pressed him directly on Harry's arm.

"Fawkes, cry quickly, Harry depends on you." Lamia knocked its little head and pointed at the horrific wound on Harry's elbow.

"Chirp, chirp!" Fox began to shed tears, but his golden pupils were always staring at Lamia with obvious anger in them.

"Don't be angry. I'm doing this for Dumbledore's plan. Besides, I used to be your master," Lamia said, stroking the golden feathers on Fawkes' head. "At least, I'll remember our friendship and send you a few bags of high-quality charcoal later."

Fox seemed to really understand and finally stopped staring at Lamia. Instead, he turned his head to the other side proudly.

"That's really touching," Tom sneered and clapped his hands. "How about I take a picture of you and put it in the Daily Prophet?"

"Tom, can't you just keep quiet for now? Let's talk about our things later. Saving people is the most important thing now." Lamia's original intention was just to let Tom wait for a while, but she didn't expect that he would become even angrier, and even black mist appeared around his body.

"Lamia, I don't know when you became so kind. Ha, weren't you the one who killed someone before?" Tom's face became worse and worse. The black fog seemed to be able to touch the substance, blocking the already dim light above his head.

Even so, Lamia keenly noticed that Pansy, who was not far away, suddenly sat up at this moment, a large amount of blood spurted out of her mouth, and then she fell into a coma again, and her body gradually became transparent.

"Tom, what did you do?" Lamia looked at the black fog that was overwhelming and pressing towards them, stood up and questioned Tom opposite her.

"I'm helping you, Lamia. You hate her, don't you? How about I kill her?" Tom grinned evilly, countless bloodshot veins climbing up his eyeballs and entwining them wantonly. "I'll help you kill her, so remember to repay me."

Lamia frowned. Tom was no longer normal and had even lost his basic communication skills. "Tom, you can't not know that Pansy is the friendliest person to me in Slytherin." After all, Pansy was the only girl who was willing to sleep next to her.

"I know. That's why I have to kill her. As long as I don't die, she will die. So, what do you want to choose, Lamia?" Tom's eyes were full of murderous intent. He stood above the black fog and looked down at Lamia on the ground.

The two of them fell into a silent standoff. The black fog continued to spread, almost covering the entire secret room. Lamia listened to her own heartbeat in the black fog, "I..."

"She won't choose you!"

At this moment, Harry got up from the ground and picked up the diary that fell in the corner under the light of Fox. "Let Lamia go!" He held the fang in his hand and placed it on the diary threateningly.

Instead of dissipating, the black fog became even more turbulent. "Let's see how capable you are!" Tom swung his hands in front of him vigorously. The fog behind him seemed to be accelerated by someone and rushed towards Harry like a flood.

At this moment, Harry did not think or hesitate at all, as if he had always made up his mind to do this. He exerted force on his wrist and inserted the fang directly into the center of the diary.

With a horrible and prolonged scream, loud enough to pierce everyone's eardrums, streams of ink spurted out of the diary and flowed down Harry's hands to the ground.

The black mist under Tom's feet began to dissipate rapidly as if it was ignited. He twisted and struggled, waving his arms constantly and screaming, but his eyes were always looking at Lamia who was standing aside. He looked desolate, sad, and resentful, and then he disappeared.

There was a clatter, and the diary in Harry's hand fell to the ground. Then all was quiet except for the sound of ink still dripping from the diary. The basilisk's venom had burned a hole in the diary, and it was still hissing and emitting black smoke.

"Lamia, finally... everything is fine." Harry closed his eyes and fainted, still holding the fang tightly in his hand.

Lamia sighed, but did not check on Harry's condition immediately. Instead, she picked up the tattered diary on the ground and said, "I will choose you, Tom." Her cold and pale fingertips gently stroked the bats and snakes on it.

The ink on the diary has dried up, and when you get close, you can only hear the whirring sound of wind blowing through the holes, like a clock with a hole in it.

"What is this place?"

After Tom disappeared, Pansy gradually woke up. She stared blankly at the blood in front of her and suddenly screamed, "Ah, am I dead?"

Lamia was originally still feeling sad, but when she was suddenly yelled at by her, her temper instantly flared up, "Stop yelling, you're not dead." Although her voice was obviously impatient, it sounded like the most beautiful music to Pansy's ears, making her suddenly feel relieved.

"Damn diary, I thought it could really let me marry into the Malfoy family, but it sent me here." Pansy walked towards her. She was very happy to see Lamia. Although she didn't like this rival in love, she was half-acquaintance.

Her familiar tone made Lamia wonder if there were other people here that she knew. This was completely different from her before. You know, the reason why Lamia thought she was the friendliest was thanks to other people. Otherwise, how could Pansy, who always treated her as air, get such a high evaluation.

"We don't have time to listen to you. We have to go out." Lamia saw that Harry's face had begun to turn blue, and quickly picked him up from the ground. The air quality here was really not very good, and even she felt a little stuffy.

As they walked forward, they heard a familiar cry in the distance. After disappearing, Fawkes finally reappeared, this time with another person following behind him. "Harry!"

Lamia heard Ron's voice before she even saw him.

After putting Harry in her arms on the ground, Lamia stood there waiting for the fiery red to appear before her eyes.

"Merlin, what happened to him!" Ron thought he was welcoming his return as a heroic friend. He had already thought of how to praise him, but he didn't expect Harry to become like this, lying lifeless on the ground, looking older than Scabbers.

"It's nothing serious, he just ran out of magic power. He needs to rest for a few days." Lamia had already investigated Harry's condition and briefly informed Ron, "You carry him on your back, and I'll lead the way."

Ron didn't say much. He readily carried his good brother on his back and walked outside behind Lamia. His movements were so cool that even Pansy looked at him several times.

They went all the way under the water pipe.