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

"Lamia, Lamia."

Just as she passed a bush, a sound as thin as a mosquito reached Lamia's ears.

"Come out and talk." Lamia stopped and looked around, but saw nothing except a black cat-kneazle with various spots on its fur, very large ears, and a tail like a lion's tail.

Hearing Lamia's voice, the cat-kneazle quietly patrolled around before stopping in front of her, pulling at her boots, its big black eyes seemed to be able to speak.

"Are you talking?" Lamia lifted the skin from the scruff of its neck curiously. "I've never seen a Kneazle talk before. What species are you?"

"Let me go, I'm Antonin Dolohov!" The poor Kneazle kept struggling, but Lamia still grabbed the back of its neck tightly, and finally it had no choice but to accept it.

"Antonin Dolohov? You're still alive." Lamia touched its belly without changing her expression. It wasn't that she was abnormal. Kneazles were different from ordinary cats. They had magic. Lamia had only seen it in books, but now she could experience it with her own hands.

"I shouldn't have been able to survive, but I have a family secret technique that allowed me to transform into this form." Antonin, who had returned to human form, clutched his stomach, his eyes blazing with fire. "The master was so good to you, and you actually betrayed him!"

"You change the subject really quickly. But, so what if it's betrayal?" Lamia patted her robe disapprovingly and cleaned off the silver cat hair on it.

"What do you mean, what can I do? I tell you, this is what you owe your master!" Antonin fumbled around in his arms while keeping an eye on his surroundings to make sure no one suddenly broke in.

"So, you want to kill me?" Lamia covered her mouth and laughed, "Don't forget that you are running for your life now. Otherwise, how about you tell me where Tom is hiding now, and I will help you escape from Hogwarts?"

"Impossible! I will never betray my master even if I die." Antonin finally found what he wanted. "Here, this is what my master asked me to bring you."

Lamia looked at the diary handed to her, her eyes darkened, but she did not reach out to take it, "This is not mine."

"You must take it, otherwise I will call Dumbledore now and tell him that you have defected to the enemy!" Antonin widened his eyes, and the threat was self-evident.

"Okay, then you can shout."

"I don't care, you have to take it!" Antonin saw that this could not threaten Lamia, and his voice lost its confidence. He stuffed the diary into Lamia's palm forcefully, jumped back, turned into a cat-civet, and disappeared on the spot.

Lamia looked at the exquisite diary in her hand and flipped it open as if possessed. There was not much left of her previous handwriting, but Tom's handwriting was as clear as if it had been written on the first day.

Lamia stood there for a long time, then put the diary in her arms.

In a bush far away from her, a pair of eyes stood out in the dark. It was Antonin who was hiding. He breathed a sigh of relief after he was sure that Lamia had taken the diary away.

"It was so scary, luckily she took it away." Antonin covered his rapidly beating heart, turned around and jumped into the darkness.

On the other side, Lamia brought the diary to the passage leading to the secret room. There were many professors guarding here. When they saw Lamia, they were not surprised at all, but seemed not to notice her.

"Dumbledore is still comprehensive." Lamia nodded silently and walked down smoothly. Before she had gone far, she found that the road ahead was blocked. Looking at this situation, Lamia didn't have to worry about the basilisk running out unless it turned into an earthworm.

Lamia looked around and didn't find anything unusual, so she was about to go up, but the diary in her arms suddenly fell out.

Lamia paused, her eyes becoming dangerous. She slowly approached, but the diary remained unchanged. It was a long time before Lamia took it back.

After landing, Lamia took out the diary again. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but Lamia always felt that the diary was much hotter. She felt it was getting hot when she held it in her hand.

After a little thought, Lamia threw the diary directly down the pipe. The diary had a criminal record, and it was Tom's thing, which made it even more suspicious.

"Is this Lamia Nocturne?" A little elf with big eyes and pointed ears suddenly appeared in front of Lamia. "Albus Dumbledore is looking for you."

"What are you doing again?"

"I don't know, miss."

The elf disappeared after he finished speaking, and Lamia had no choice but to rush back again. After all, she needed his help now, so she had to bow her head when she should.

But just after she left, the diary she threw down actually floated up, with a thick black fog underneath it. The black fog did not disappear until it landed on the ground.

The diary gradually disappeared in Lamia's direction, and only reappeared when it fell into her arms.

Lamia felt the extra weight in her arms, took it out and saw that it was the same diary.

"There is indeed a problem, Tom. If you are hiding here, come out and see me." Lamia sighed and said helplessly.

But the diary remained unchanged until the elf came again to urge Lamia to find Dumbledore.

"Whatever." Lamia stuffed the diary into her arms. If she could kill him once, she could kill him a second time. She was not afraid at all.