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

"Drink it, and you will belong to me alone." Tom's voice was low and hoarse, with an irresistible temptation.

"Hah." Lamia opened her mouth to bite it, but Tom held down her eager head, "I'm so weak, you won't even give me a guarantee?" Tom let the wound continue to bleed, and when the blood coagulated, he would cut it again. In just a short while, a pool of red marks appeared on the ground.

"How can I guarantee that?" Lamia could hardly wait any longer. The feeling of seeing something but not being able to eat it was too torturous. Her red eyes flashed with light, and her pupils were abnormally vertical.

"It's just a simple ritual." Tom snapped his fingers and the door opened. A dull woman stood outside. She seemed to be under an evil curse and seemed to have no independent consciousness. She held a wand in her hand. "You just need to repeat what you said just now to me in front of her." Tom cut a deeper wound on his palm and clasped his palms tightly. The rich fragrance made Lamia give up thinking completely.

As soon as she finished speaking, a thin, dazzling tongue of fire burst out from the woman's wand, like a red, hot metal wire, and wrapped around their clasped hands.

"Okay, Lamia, drink it." Tom no longer resisted and handed his palm to Lamia, letting her lick it. The unprecedented new feeling hit Tom's soul directly. He trembled all over and resisted the urge to pounce on Lamia.

But Lamia was soon no longer satisfied with the blood on her palm. She held down Tom's restless hand and sucked on his neck. The wound on his palm looked even more horrible because of Lamia's biting, and blood gushed out.

"Lamia, you..." Tom was about to say something when his lips were bitten softly. The sharp teeth kept biting him, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

Tom obediently changed his position and leaned against the closed door. He held the slender waist of the person in front of him tightly with his hands. Lamia's silver hair tangled around his chest. He sighed contentedly, "Lamia, this is what you wanted."

After an unknown amount of time, Lamia woke up again and found herself lying on a soft bed, her body filled with magic power.

Some hazy fragments flashed through her mind, "This must be a dream." Although those fragments were intermittent, each one was enough to make her embarrassed and annoyed.

"You're awake." Tom's smiling voice sounded from beside her. Lamia then noticed Tom lying on his side. His face was pale, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Why are you here!" Lamia sat up suddenly and looked around in horror. The room had changed, but it was not Hogwarts. She was still in a dream!

"Have you forgotten what you did to me? You dragged me here." Tom looked aggrieved, but the excitement and happiness in his blue eyes could not be hidden.

"I, dragged you?" Lamia tried hard to recall, but she only knew that she was pressing on Tom, and she didn't want to say anything else.

"You promised me that I would follow you..." Tom pointed to the bed under him, "You have to be responsible for me." His cunning smile made Lamia feel scared. She had not forgotten what he had done to her.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't do anything." Lamia didn't believe that he had any evidence and decided to deny it. Anyway, they really didn't do anything.

"Really?" Tom didn't seem angry. "You swore an oath to me. Anyone who breaks it will be deprived of their life." Tom tilted his head, his blue eyes seeming to swallow Lamia in. "Death is irreversible."

Lamia then remembered that this was indeed the case. "Shameless." She gritted her teeth, determined not to die.

"Can't die? Then you belong to me from now on, Lamia. In return, I will allow you to eat me every day." Tom moved closer, and the gap between them became smaller and smaller. Lamia could even feel Tom's moist and hot breath.

"Tom, do you think I will be controlled by you because of a small oath?" Lamia could no longer bear it. The intense humiliation made her breathless. She was a noble pure-blooded vampire, but she had fallen to the point of being imprisoned and would even lose her freedom in the future. This was more terrible than death.

"I will not belong to you alone, I am just me." Lamia endured the intense physical discomfort and gritted her teeth, even if upholding her dignity would result in death.

Lamia's breath was getting weaker and weaker, her face was turning pale, and it seemed that she would stop breathing in the next second. "Lamia, do you want to die?" Tom couldn't believe that she would give up her life for dignity. This was completely unlike him.

"You will never understand. The meaning of my life is not just to live." Lamia closed her increasingly heavy eyelids. The last thing that appeared in her sight was Tom's figure stumbling outside. He was so noisy that Lamia could still hear his cries for help before she lost consciousness.

Lamia opened her eyes again and found herself lying on the bed in the dormitory. She was covered in cold sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable. She walked to the window and a gust of cold wind blew by, making her originally confused brain much clearer.

Lamia was originally determined to die, but now she realized that no matter how real it was, it was just a dream, and even Tom might not really exist. She shook her dizzy head.

The next day, Lamia came to the auditorium early. She didn't have to eat, but she had to pretend. However, when she saw the long table full of food, she couldn't put down her knife and fork. She felt nauseous, but suddenly there was a chicken leg on the plate in front of her.

Lamia turned to look at Draco, who had dismissed everyone and sat next to her, "I don't like this."

"I know, Lamia, I love to eat." Draco raised his chin high, "I like to eat the best things." He deliberately imitated Lucius's expression and looked a little funny.

"Then you eat it, why give it to me?" Lamia blinked in confusion, "Or you can fork it back?"

"I want you to feed me." Draco hesitated for a long time, as if he thought of something. "You drank so much of my blood last night that I didn't have the strength to get dressed in the morning, and now I don't have the strength to eat. If you don't feed me, you won't be able to drink my blood in the future." Draco's originally arrogant expression was replaced by one of grievance and weakness. He was shaking, as if he would faint in the next second.

"You, are fine, okay." Lamia watched Draco staggering and falling into her arms, and finally reached out to support him, but Draco seemed to have really fainted, and with the help of her hand, he collapsed directly into Lamia's arms.

"Crack" the sound of plates breaking came from the Gryffindor table. Lamia looked over and found that Harry stood up. There was a mess under his feet and his face was gloomy and ugly.

"Lamia, what's wrong with me?" Draco, who was not getting any attention, woke up at the right time. His pale face seemed to prove that he was not pretending just now.

"You fainted." Lamia said simply, and she used force to pull Draco out of her arms, but he seemed to be stuck to Lamia, with his legs tightly wrapped around her waist. "I feel so uncomfortable, Lamia." He was really like an abandoned puppy.

"I'm hungry. Please feed me quickly, or I will die in your arms." Draco seemed to be sure that Lamia would not resist. He had long since figured out that Lamia would only respond to soft tactics and not harsh ones.

"Okay." Lamia obediently put the chicken leg to Draco's mouth. The grease on it seemed to float into her nasal cavity, making her retch.

"Lamia, what's wrong with you?" Draco stood up quickly, not looking weak at all. "You look unwell. Let me take you to Madam Pomfrey." Draco lay in front of Lamia, very anxious.

The students in the auditorium were eating quietly, but the loud noises one after another made them very confused about what was happening, until they saw Lamia retching.

"What's going on? Is she pregnant?" A male wizard at the Gryffindor table opened his mouth wide and stood on tiptoe, wanting to see Lamia's actual condition. There were bursts of discussion around him.

"Bang!" Harry slammed the table, the sound drowning out the whispers of the students. They looked at Harry in surprise, "Shut up." Harry was in a bad mood, his usually messy hair was completely frizzy, his eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears in them.

"Lamia, I hate you." Harry ignored the eyes of the people around him and stood straight in front of Lamia who was bending over and vomiting. "I really wish I had never met you." Then my mind wouldn't be full of you like it is now.

Harry let the tears well up in his eyes. God knew how scared and panicked he was when he heard that guess. Before he even knew it, he was standing in front of Lamia.

"Hate me? Then let's just pretend we don't know each other. You don't have to regret meeting me." Lamia wiped her mouth without a trace of nostalgia.

Harry froze, waiting for Lamia's gentle voice to comfort him. He was ready to forgive her as soon as she asked, but was she saying this? Was she breaking up with him? Harry's face turned pale with nervousness. "Lamia, are you sure?" He still refused to give up, not believing Lamia could be so heartless.

"I said, I don't want you anymore."