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

To Lamia, Harry was nothing more than an obedient food. If the food was disobedient, it would be thrown away.

"Why?" Harry clenched his fingers, his green eyes full of hurt. "You're not fair to me!"

"Fair? Harry, isn't what you got enough?" Lamia sat in her seat, carelessly shaking the cup of rich and sweet pumpkin juice, but she had no intention of drinking it. "So, stay away from me in the future. I don't owe you anything." Lamia yawned, and her eyes were misty.

"Okay." Harry paused for a long time. A sad atmosphere lingered around him. Tears gathered in his eyes, as if they would burst out in the next second. "Lamia, I will stay away from you. As long as you don't leave me, anytime you are hungry, I..."

"Harry, you can go now." Lamia interrupted what Harry was about to say. She didn't need a food she was already tired of.

Harry lowered his head and returned to his seat. He still didn't understand what he had done wrong. "Brother, what's going on? There's something wrong with your girlfriend." As soon as Harry sat down, Ron came over, pulled his sleeve, and looked gossipy.

"It's okay, Ron, she's just mad at me." Harry comforted Ron, and seemed to be comforting himself as well.

"Merlin's stinky socks, that's terrible! This isn't just about being angry." Ron muttered and continued to gnaw on the chicken leg on the table.

On the other side, after Harry left, Draco came up again and said, "Lamia, you finally see Pot's true face. He is so annoying!" Draco couldn't hide his inner joy.

"He is indeed annoying," Lamia said perfunctorily. She just wanted to leave now. The chattering in the auditorium annoyed her greatly.

"Lamia, don't go. You haven't fed me yet and I'm still hungry. Are you going to ignore me after you've eaten?" Draco chased after Lamia, "If you don't feed me, I won't eat, and you won't be able to eat from me in the future." Seeing that he couldn't catch up, he stopped and stomped the floor hard.

"Draco, I don't like you being like this." Lamia turned around, her red eyes calm. "Aren't you the young master of the Malfoy family? Why, are you attracted to me?" Her playful tone made Draco, who was already feeling guilty, blush. "Don't talk nonsense. It's impossible for us. The future mistress of the Malfoy family can only be a noble pure-blood."

"So what are you doing now?" Lamia took the young platinum master who took the opportunity to get closer to her aside, turned and walked towards the door. She had flying lessons in the afternoon and she really needed to rest.

"I just don't want to eat by myself." Draco said stubbornly with his neck stiff.

In the afternoon, Gryffindor and Slytherin stood together on the grass in front of the forbidden area. Every boy seemed very excited and discussed his flying skills. However, Lamia was not so interested. Looking at the broom that looked like a dead branch on the ground, she doubted whether this thing could really carry a person?

Suddenly, as if she sensed something, she turned her head and looked in the direction of Gryffindor. A pair of beautiful green eyes stared at her without blinking. It was Harry. His hair was still messy, but his clothes seemed to have changed.

Lamia pretended not to notice and withdrew her gaze. Draco beside her kept repeating his heroic deeds, such as the 360° spiral drift in the sky, and riding a broom to narrowly avoid a Muggle helicopter. Although Lamia was very impatient in her heart, she kept praising him.

As the freshmen chattered, a tall, thin woman with gray hair appeared in front of the group. Her eyes were sharp and unquestionable.

Lamia and the freshmen followed Mrs. Hodge's instructions and shouted at the mess of brooms on the ground, "Get up!"

Lamia didn't want to attract attention, so she suppressed the magic power in her body when she shouted, and sure enough, the broom remained on the ground.

Just when most of the freshmen succeeded, Lamia seemed to suddenly get an idea and quickly caught the jumping broom.

Everything seemed to be on track. Just when all the freshmen were riding on their brooms, Neville's broom suddenly took him flying up, like a lit rocket, straight into the sky, with screams one after another.

As expected, Neville fell down and broke his arm. After Madam Hooch gave instructions to the students, she took Neville to the medical wing.

"If he takes a look at the memory ball, he'll remember to land on his butt." Draco picked up the glowing red memory ball from the ground and laughed harshly with the Slytherin snakes behind him.

"Draco, give me Neville's Memory Ball." Harry stood up and stretched out his hand to grab it. "Do you want it? Pott, if you want it, go get it yourself." Draco stretched out his hand and threw the Memory Ball, with an expression of watching a good show.

Harry didn't hesitate, he got on his broom and flew towards the memory ball. When he passed Lamia, he glanced at her, seemed to have made up his mind, and reached out to hold her in his arms.

Lamia was unexpectedly carried into the air and could only grab the hem of the boy's robe behind her. "Harry, what are you doing?" She sat sideways on the broom, her silver hair brushing against Harry's face. "You're throwing a tantrum." There seemed to be blame in her tone, but Harry was very happy. At least she was no longer cold.

"Lamia, I just want to talk to you alone." Harry completed a beautiful flip in the air on his broom. Lamia in his arms exclaimed, and a memory ball with a red glow was stuffed into her hand.

"I want to stay with you." Harry paused, a little at a loss, "I won't ask you or anyone else, anyone will be fine, as long as you keep me." His voice was hesitant and seemed a little pitiful.

"Whatever you want." The broom swung in the air and finally stopped on the grass. Lamia squeezed out of Harry's arms, her silver hair brushing against his shoulders.

The freshmen in the open space were cheering for Harry's flight. Lamia dodged the crowd. Draco in the open space behind her looked at the two people who got off the broom together with a gloomy face. There was an unmeltable gloom in her gray eyes. "You really stole the show, Pott." Crabbe and Goyle pushed aside the freshmen who were blocking the way and sent Draco in front of Harry.

"In all the years I've been at Hogwarts, you're the first first-year student who dares to do this!" Professor McGonagall came out of the office panting. Lamia could feel her anger from a distance.

"Professor, it's Malfoy..."

"Okay, Mr. Weasley, no need to say anything, Potter, just follow me."

Professor McGonagall turned and strode towards the castle, while Harry followed behind with his head down and a look of dejected dejection.

"The show-off savior Pott is going to be expelled, the stupid lion of Gryffindor." Malfoy and his two followers showed a smug look on their faces after Harry left.

"Draco, you are very impressive."