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

"We're done for now. We can't go up. It's at least several floors deep. Let's just wait for someone to rescue us." Ron put Harry on the ground, panting.

Lamia didn't say anything but jumped up. Her figure floated lightly and flew into the water pipe right in front of Ron and Pansy.

"Merlin's big buck teeth! Could she be a ghost? This is too scary." Ron's expression stiffened as he recalled Lamia's past: she never ate, her body was cold, she had silver hair, and red eyes.

The more Ron thought about it, the more he felt that he was right. He carried Harry on his back, trembling, and hid behind the unknown corpse. "Aren't you scared of that person? She's a ghost, and she can disguise herself as a human!" He made room for Pansy. "Let's hide quickly. Dumbledore will be here soon."

Pansy pursed her lips and rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Stupid Gryffindor." She moved to the side, putting some distance between herself and Ron.

"Okay, you don't know the good heart, you will regret it later!"

"What are you regretting?" Lamia's voice suddenly came from the side, scaring Ron so much that he threw Harry on his back and yelled, "Don't eat me, I haven't taken a bath." He covered his eyes, as if he would be safe as long as he couldn't see.

Lamia: "...What's wrong with you again?"

Pansy: "I don't know. I've never seen a normal person in Gryffindor." She spread her hands, with the same expression on her face as Lamia's - confusion mixed with a little sympathy, of course, sympathy for their head teacher, Professor McGonagall.

Lamia placed Harry in the basket hanging from above, which she had specifically found to be absolutely sturdy.

"Pansy, you come up too, there's still plenty of room." Lamia said.

"What about me?" Ron poked his head out from behind the bones.

"Mr. Weasley, where are you? I can't see you." Lamia pretended not to see it and controlled the basket to move upwards.

"I didn't see it either. He might have gone up first." Pansy said in tacit understanding with Lamia.

"That's a shame. There's room for one more person in this basket." Lamia floated up with the basket.

"Hey, no, what are you doing? I'm here!" Ron jumped out from behind the bones, waving his arms, "Lamia, I was wrong, take me with you." Ron's voice was filled with tears, he was really afraid of the environment here.

Lamia glanced at him, but didn't let the basket stop until the end. The three of them quickly reached the outside of the water pipe. After landing, Pansy stretched widely and said, "Finally out."

After Lamia carried Harry out, she collected the rope and placed it in Myrtle's cupboard along with the basket.

"You really won't save that Gryffindor?" Pansy kept chattering beside Lamia. "He's your classmate after all. Are you really so heartless?"

Lamia stopped what she was doing and looked at Pansy with the same look she had given Ron before.

"What do you mean? How am I stupid?" Pansy was so angry that she jumped up and down. "I'll tell the dean. Even though you saved me..." Her words were suddenly choked in her throat because Ron poked his head out of the water pipe at some point.

Lamia gave Pansy a meaningful look, and the latter immediately shut her mouth and never spoke again.

After entrusting Harry to Ron, Lamia returned to her dormitory. It was almost time and she would return to the dream world. This time, her task would be very difficult.

Lamia placed the Phoenix Tears under her pillow, chanted a spell, and lay down.

As Lamia regained consciousness, she saw a familiar face. Tom was sitting beside her bed, holding her hand tightly. "Lamia, you're awake. Have you noticed anything different about me?" His expression was very nervous.

Lamia glanced Tom over, lingering on a few spots for a moment longer. "No, Tom."

Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were obviously fixed on Tom's nose.

"That's good, that's good." Tom breathed a sigh of relief, his frown suddenly relaxed. But when he saw Lamia's eyes again, he immediately covered his nose. "I still have something to do, you continue to rest."

He seemed to be deliberately avoiding Lamia's sight. Whenever he went out, he turned his back to her and never exposed his face.

After he left, Lamia quickly took out the Phoenix Tears she had brought in, drank a whole bottle in one breath, and began to feel the magic power surging in her body. After a long time, Lamia slowly opened her eyes.

Now is a good time. Tom won't be back for a while, at least not until he is sure that his nose is still there.

Lamia had noticed his difference as early as when he asked the question. His previously straight nose had begun to become transparent. Even though Tom added a lot of Muggle foundation, it still couldn't change its strangeness.

Lamia certainly knew what Tom was afraid of, and although she didn't care, she had to seize this opportunity.

After Lamia waited for the magic power in her body to stabilize, she transformed into a bat and easily left the room.

With her restored sense of smell, Lamia easily found the dungeon where Dumbledore was imprisoned.

"What's wrong with the master? Why did he suddenly call us all over here?" Lamia hid on the door frame of the dungeon, listening to the voice of the black-robed man walking out from inside.

"I don't know. I heard from others that he was asking about the nose. Maybe he doesn't want it anymore. I've said it before, the nose will only affect our black magic. The master is so powerful, he definitely doesn't want to be affected by the nose. We will praise him for being handsome without a nose later." Another man in black robes had an idea and analyzed Tom's psychology confidently.

Lamia waited until they all left before quietly flying in. The place was filled with the smell and traces of black magic, and some of the walls were cracked by black magic.

Lamia kept searching for Dumbledore. She saw many familiar people, even Hagrid.

But the most important thing now was to find Dumbledore. Lamia continued to walk in until she reached the last cell where she saw Dumbledore lying on the ground dying.