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

There was a gap in the door of the lounge, and it was pitch black outside, but a pair of green eyes in the darkness flickered with a faint light, staring at Lamia as she left, their gaze so hot that it seemed to burn a hole in her body.

Lamia returned to the dormitory and fell asleep soon after lying down. When she re-entered the dream, she found that she could not see anything, her limbs were restrained, and she could not move at all.

Lamia activated the magic power in her body and found some changes, but at most it was at the level of an ordinary 11-year-old wizard, and she could not break free from the strong chains.

"Tom, is that you?" Lamia felt the slippery and cold touch on her body like a poisonous snake, and her heart went numb. "What are you doing? Tom!" Lamia, who received no response, spoke again, twisting and struggling, trying to escape from the source of her uneasiness.

"Lamia," Tom's voice was hoarse and dark. He reached out and peeled off the black cloth. Lamia then realized that the surroundings were completely unfamiliar. "You smell like someone else. Do you want to tell me in person or do you want me to guess?" He pinched Lamia's fair and thin chin, and his rough fingertips left a red mark on it.

"Tom, get up first. I'm out of magic and can't handle you." Lamia's face flushed red as she panted. Her body was now like that of an ordinary girl, completely suppressed by Tom. A good man never suffers a loss in front of him. It's just a few nice words. She's been doing this since she was born.

"I'm just hungry. They are just food. I have no feelings for them." Lamia's red eyes were full of sincerity, blinking, looking innocent and simple.

"Lamia, nice words won't work on me. Maybe you should prove yourself with your actions." Tom's eyes were dark, and his fingers kept moving.

Lamia felt helpless. She had no way to deal with Tom now. She could only try her best to control her thoughts so that he could not get any information.

"It seems that the other gentleman is very important." Tom's fingers kept moving upwards, and his strength gradually increased. Blood seeped out of Lamia's lips. "I wonder what Lamia would do if I killed him? Would she cry for him?" There was a fierce flash in Tom's eyes, and his fingers became more and more powerful.

This gave Lamia an opportunity. She opened her mouth and bit Tom's finger hard, but the result was that she used up all her strength, and Tom didn't make a sound, and even his expression didn't change. The only change was that his eyes became deeper. Lamia met his gaze and retracted her teeth guiltily.

"Lamia, do you want to bite me so that you can run away?" Tom put his bloody finger into Lamia's mouth, but she didn't dare to bite again. She was scared of this man's forbearance.

"What? Are you scared? Lamia, tell me, who is the second gentleman?" Tom ignored his bleeding fingers and turned Lamia's head back, which was deliberately tilted. His face leaned very close to hers, and his tone was so gentle that it almost drowned her, but his dark blue eyes were filled with undisguised jealousy and possessiveness.

"Tom, you are so handsome." Lamia's sudden compliment made Tom get up from her instantly. "Do you think I will let you go just because of this? You must tell me who the second person is." His tone was steady, his face expressionless, but his ears were suspiciously red.

"Tom, can I kiss you?" Lamia did not answer his question because she had found a way to deal with Tom, a child who had never been praised. She had seen this many times.

"Really? I'm just a kid in your eyes, right?" Tom's expression, which had been slightly relieved, suddenly darkened. He smiled sarcastically, "No wonder you'd rather look for someone else than even look at me."

Lamia really wanted to slap to death the person who gave Tom this special ability. It would be best to suck his blood dry first and then bite him to death. Immersed in fantasy, Lamia did not notice Tom's increasingly dark face and pale fists.

"Not answering means you agree? Well, then I'll show you how a child takes revenge on his enemy." Tom approached Lamia step by step. The coldness all over his body was like a solid entity, making Lamia shiver constantly. Her wrist had been red and swollen for a long time and was in great pain.

"No, Tom, you are not that kind of person. You are smart, sensible, uh, brave, and handsome." Lamia racked her brains to think of all the words that could praise him. At this moment, she only regretted that she had not read more books.

"But I don't believe you, Lamia. You hurt me." Tom took out a dagger from somewhere, which shone with a cold light. "I still have to leave a mark for you, otherwise, you will always forget me."

"The other one is Draco!" Lamia didn't want the dagger to fall on herself, so she had no choice but to do this. Although Tom would definitely be angry, there was no other way.

"Sure enough, there's someone else," Tom stopped and laughed. But Lamia didn't hear a hint of laughter from him, only anger and jealousy. "Lamia, I'm just a human. I only know that you smell like someone else, but I can't tell the difference between different smells." He was clearly smiling, but his aura became more and more sinister. "You really are not a good boy."

He was cheating her! Lamia understood instantly, and she felt a surge of anger in her heart. She had never been treated like this before.

"Are you angry?" Tom threw away the dagger. "You never tell me the truth, so it's understandable that I do this." He untied the chains. "Disobedient children will not be treated preferentially." His bony palms kept stroking the redness and swelling caused by the chains, and his movements were very gentle.

"Tom, maybe you can tell me how you can go back to being the way you were at the beginning - indifferent to me." Lamia rubbed her sore wrist, deeply regretting that she had provoked such a bastard because of the illusory feeling.

"Lamia, do you regret it?" Tom smiled, his eyes became gentle, "You were the one who provoked me first. You could have just stood by and watched like them, but you didn't," he paused, as if recalling something, "I can tell you, you can't escape in this life." Tom laughed more and more wantonly, as if Lamia already belonged to him.

"Really? Tom, but maybe it's too early to say that now, don't you think?" Lamia took advantage of the moment when Tom was distracted and suddenly raised her leg and kicked him, "Hiss, how cruel." Tom gasped in pain and his face turned pale.

Lamia quickly stood up and ran out the door. The room was small, so she reached the door in no time. Tom didn't make any move to chase her. Instead, he leaned against the wall and stared at her teasingly, "Are you hungry? Do you want to taste me?"

"You knew I would run away a long time ago, right? No, you planned all this." Lamia recalled everything that happened and realized that everything had a traceable path. "Those people who bullied you were the ones you found yourself, and you planned for me to jump into the lake, right, Tom?" Lamia clenched her fingers. This was the first time she had ever realized something so late in her life.

"You're really smart, Lamia. You're right. Otherwise, how could a few stupid and arrogant Muggles possibly be my opponent?" He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his mouth curled up in mockery. The blood oozing from his fingers stained his clothes on his chest. "However, I really didn't plan for you to jump into the lake. What happened next was my own decision. Are you satisfied?"

"You are shameless!" Lamia wanted to slap herself to death in anger when she thought that she was easily deceived by an 11-year-old boy.

"Shameless? Lamia, I believe it's not just me who thinks we are the same kind." The sound of Tom's footsteps hitting the floor was getting closer and closer, until he pressed Lamia tightly against the door panel, and the sound stopped.

"Lamia, are you hungry?" Tom did not ask again this time, but turned Lamia's head towards his slender white neck according to his wishes.

"Tom, I'm not interested in you." Lamia knew that she had no vampire characteristics in her dreams, so she turned her head away with a cold tone.

"Really? Maybe you'll know after you try it." Tom was not angry. He seemed confident enough in himself. With just a little force, Lamia's head was close to his neck again.

As the distance gradually shortened, Lamia, who had been calm at first, felt that her fangs were gradually getting out of control. She swallowed and said, "Give up, Tom. I'm really not interested in you." Lamia tried her best to suppress the sudden appetite.

"Lying will be punished, Lamia." Tom used the dagger he had just used to cut a line in his palm. Blood gushed out, emitting a fragrance that intoxicated Lamia, and her fangs could no longer be controlled.

"Want a drink?" Tom held down Lamia who was rushing towards him, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of joy.

"I want to drink. I'm hungry." Lamia's consciousness was no longer clear, and she was completely occupied by the most primitive hunting impulse.

"Then drink it, and you'll belong to me from now on, okay?"