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

"You're finally here..." Dumbledore was lying on the ground with his hair scattered all over the floor, but his voice was clearly heard by Lamia.

"Sir, you make me think that all this was your plan... even including being thrown into the dungeons." Lamia squatted down, her gaze fixed on Dumbledore's raised blue eyes. "You are truly not a qualified partner."

"Child, perhaps that's the case. My plan started the moment I chose to cooperate with you." Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes blinking repeatedly. His face showed no sign of the nervousness of being a captive. "However, getting captured was not my plan. I simply didn't expect Tom to be able to remotely control the basilisk."

"So, what are your plans next?" Lamia's fingertips surged with magical power. With a simple stroke, she opened the cell door, creating a crack as wide as a person. "You haven't defeated the basilisk yet. As for Tom..."

"Don't worry, kid. Everything will be solved." Dumbledore stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his beard. "Now please help me clean up. Tom has taken my wand." Dumbledore spread his hands helplessly.

"With great pleasure, sir." Lamia waved her hand, and Dumbledore was instantly cleaned up. But when she withdrew her hand, she suddenly thought of something and looked towards Dumbledore:

"You already knew I had recovered my magic power."

Lamia instantly put her hands behind her back, as if ready to strike at any moment.

"I discovered it when you came, but what does it matter, child? You are still the one I chose. You hold a high position in Tom's heart. That's enough." Dumbledore looked at his clean robe with satisfaction. "Don't worry, I always knew you had magical powers, and I also knew it disappeared suddenly."

Lamia's face showed nothing, and she didn't even raise her eyelids, but magic was already gathering in her palms. "Sir, aren't you worried that I might turn against you at the last minute? Perhaps I'll cooperate with Tom in pursuit of power." Her red eyes were shimmering with undercurrents, and she practically put her temptation on the table. "After all, I'm not a Muggle anymore."

"Of course you are not a Muggle, nor were you before. At most you are a Squib." Dumbledore seemed not to understand and began to comb his beard.

"It seems you don't plan to continue working with me. Well, I might as well stay by Tom's side and continue my leisurely life." Lamia remained calm, her magic flowing back into her body along with her thoughts. "I'll leave it to you to make your own plans from now on."

"Wait... can you?" Dumbledore's expression turned serious. Although his tone was questioning, he obviously didn't want to hear a positive answer.

"There are no completely loyal partners in the world, not to mention that we are just gathered together for profit." Lamia answered ambiguously.

"In that case, I can only plead with you on behalf of all wizards," Dumbledore said, as if he had truly taken Lamia's words to heart. "This is a crisis for the wizarding world. No one can escape it, not even you."

"Sir, I've said before, we come together for profit. The last plan has failed, and you need to establish a new contract with me." Lamia stared at Dumbledore for a long time, then suddenly laughed out loud, and her expression became increasingly indifferent.

"It's not a failure, just some setbacks. However, I promise you that after it's over, I will send you away and guarantee your future life." Dumbledore sighed. He had understood that Lamia and Tom were essentially the same kind of people. One was crazy about power, and the other was crazy about his own interests.

But fortunately, she has only herself in the world.

"Sir, now we can continue to discuss our future cooperation." Lamia smiled. Although there was not much smile in her eyes, Dumbledore still breathed a sigh of relief. He could no longer treat Lamia as one of his former students.

"I'll need your cooperation later. I've found a way to subdue the basilisk. All I need is for you to delay or severely injure Tom, and my plan will succeed." Dumbledore laid out his plan. "I need you, Lamia."

"Sir, your plan is not very friendly to me. How can I seriously injure Tom? If I fail, I will be finished." Although Lamia said this, there was no sign of embarrassment on her face. Instead, she began to braid her hair with interest.

"I will send you to the far East. Tom will never appear there, even if he escapes from Hogwarts." Dumbledore spoke again, and Lamia felt that he was gritting his teeth.

"When do you need me to complete the task?" Lamia supported Dumbledore as they walked out of the dungeon.

"Time is running out. The sooner the better. As soon as you succeed, I will take action immediately." Dumbledore glanced at the hand that was supporting him. "This is the first time I've seen you smile so emotionally."

"Wait for good news, sir." Lamia pretended not to hear the second half of the sentence. Of course she had feelings. After all, her future was guaranteed. Even if she couldn't get out of the dream, the worst that could happen was that she would go to live in the East. There would never be another Tom there.

Along the way, the two did not meet the two black-robed men at the beginning. Lamia felt that they must have turned into Tom's experience bar.

"That's it, kid. I'll arrange everything secretly..."

"Stop, sir, let me arrange it. You don't know Tom. For the future of all wizards, I will kill him, and the rest will be left to you." Lamia let go of her hand, interrupting Dumbledore's self-proclaimed plan.

"Okay then." Dumbledore didn't believe that Lamia would really kill Tom. Everyone has feelings, and he has his own considerations.

"You can go first, child. I will hide for a while." Dumbledore did not intend to tell Lamia about himself. He was worried.

Lamia raised an eyebrow and turned away.

About 20 minutes later, Lamia returned to Tom's room. He still hadn't come back, so Lamia quickly put everything back in its normal place, including herself.

Just after Lamia had packed up everything, Tom walked in quietly, stood beside the bed, looked at Lamia with her eyes closed on the bed, and did not say a word for a long time.

Suddenly he made a move.

"Lamia." Tom's voice was a little muffled, as if there was something thick between them.

"You're back." Lamia pretended to be woken up, rubbed her eyes, and a red color suddenly appeared around her.

But the next second, Lamia opened her eyes wide. Tom was wearing a thick mask, and through the eye holes, he could only see the scarlet eyes inside.

"Tom, why are you wearing a mask?" Lamia asked tentatively.

"Isn't this good?" Tom touched the silver mask awkwardly. There were many upside-down bats carved on it, and under the bats were poisonous snakes with bloody mouths.

"Okay, but I still like you the way you are." Lamia forced herself to forget all her thoughts and only think about Tom.

"As long as you like it."

Lamia noticed that the eye in the hole curved and its hostility suddenly decreased.

"Lamia, this is for you."

Tom excitedly took out a diary from his arms, which had beautiful patterns of bats and snakes printed on it.

Lamia looked at the diary handed to her and was extremely flustered. This diary was exactly the same as the one she saw in reality.

"How could that be? I just made this today, and the crust is the freshest." Tom opened the diary in disbelief. "Don't you like it?"

"No, Tom, I like it very much. However, there is no use for me with the diary, so I might as well leave it to you." Lamia declined. She didn't want to have anything to do with this diary anymore.

"This isn't just a diary. I've cast a spell on it. Only true things can be written in it, and what's written in it will never disappear." Tom picked up the ink-dipped quill next to him and wrote a few words on it. "Like this."

Lamia looked over and saw beautiful italicized words: Tom Riddle will never forget Lamia Nocturne.

"But I haven't got anything to write, Tom." Lamia still didn't think it was a good thing.

"You must accept it. I want you to write one page every day, and the content can only be about me." Tom closed the diary and put it in Lamia's palm.

Lamia frowned, but finally agreed.

"Write now." Tom pressed forward, dipping the quill in ink and placing it before her.

"Write what?"

"Write whatever you want." Tom leaned his head close enough that Lamia could smell the faint scent of blood on him.

"Never mind, you wrote that Lamia Nocturne would always like Tom Riddle."

Lamia almost dropped her quill when she heard this. "How about changing it?" She felt that Tom would be very angry if she couldn't write it.

"If you don't want to change it, just write this." Tom pressed her hand and started writing as if he was angry.

Lamia had no choice but to provide some off-field help. After all, she knew in her heart that she might have feelings for Tom, but they had not risen to the level of love, let alone forever love.

Lamia looked at Tom who was concentrating on his work, and waved her other hand casually, and the ink that was almost disappearing from the paper reappeared.

Tom's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at it carefully several times to make sure that the ink would not disappear.

He hugged Lamia in his arms and said, "I knew it, you just didn't say it. I understand everything." Tom buried his head in Lamia's hair and refused to leave for a long time.

"I'm glad you know, Tom." Lamia paused and hugged Tom's thin waist. He had been very tired recently and had lost a lot of weight.

"Are you tired? Why don't you take a rest?" Lamia said and patted Tom's back. Tom immediately covered his mask as if he had been electrocuted. "No, Lamia, I have something to do. I'll come to see you tomorrow." Then he left as if he was running away.

Lamia originally wanted to try to carry out her own task after Tom fell asleep, but now she can only put it aside for the time being.

She picked up the brand new diary, and the handwriting on it had indeed disappeared, just as she expected.