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

"Sir, I swear I had no idea." Lamia shook her hands a few times, and the diary, which was only left with fragments, still did not fall out of her palm. But she just touched it lightly with her other hand, and the diary fell into the other palm.

Lamia and the professors present looked at each other in confusion. She really didn't know why the diary was sticking to her. Maybe it was related to Tom's memories in it.

"Sir, I'd like to ask, are you sure all the memories about Tom have been cleared?" Lamia opened the diary, and there was nothing inside, only burnt yellow pages.

"Yes, Lamia, this is a completely useless diary. As for why I didn't let you take it..." Dumbledore glanced at Snape behind him, "Your headmaster said that students might be tempted by the evil thoughts left in the diary. Now it seems that there is some truth to it."

Snape took a few symbolic steps forward, stood in front of Lamia with his arms folded, and shook his shiny hair. "I suggest burning it directly to prevent some trolls from sneaking into the headmaster's office - there are no guards here." He glanced meaningfully at Lamia and Harry sitting on the sofa.

"After all, even my office has lost two bottles of Polyjuice Potion... You know, no one wants to go there." Snape glanced grimly at all the students present, even the professors with whom he had a grudge. "I will definitely find out who did it. When the time comes, don't blame the office for having too many slugs."

Harry was sitting behind Snape and trembled slightly when he heard what he said. He knew Snape's punishment of confinement very well and was now really afraid of being discovered.

"Okay, Severus, let's not pursue this matter any further. In the new school year, I will give you some mature herbs on behalf of the school. The children still have to prepare for the final exams, so don't scare them." Dumbledore pulled Snape, "You can go." He said to Lamia and the others.

Lamia raised her leg and walked out. If she stayed any longer, she would become cannon fodder.

But at this moment, the door was suddenly slammed open from the outside, and Ron walked in with wet red hair. "Professor, this is bad! Lockhart is going to kill me!"

Dumbledore was startled and walked over quickly. Before Ron could even finish his words, he waved his wand and hit Lockhart who was chasing him. Lockhart fell to the ground in an instant, twitching constantly, with wisps of white smoke coming out of his hair.

"Um, Professor, I mean, Lockhart wanted to kill me just now, but he's been hit by his own spell. Now... I don't think there should be any danger." Ron didn't expect Dumbledore to be so decisive. He felt that there might be some personal feelings involved...

"It's okay, it's okay. Protecting students is my duty. Severus, take out your potion and give it to Gilderoy. He can't keep blocking the way here." Dumbledore coughed dryly, found a way out for himself, and gave his seat to Snape.

Snape's brow furrowed so sharply upon hearing this that it could have pinched a fly to death. He reluctantly stepped forward and fumbled through his arms, pulling out several bottles of translucent potions. He looked at each one, then at each one, before ultimately putting all the potions back into his arms. "Headmaster, I don't have any potions to treat Gilderoy right now. Wait for me to go to your office."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Dumbledore's consent and walked out directly, waving his sleeves, looking anxious as if he was afraid of being implicated.