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

Lamia pushed open Tom's door, carrying a plate of fairly attractive cookies. She was surprised that no one stopped her on the way.

Tom didn't close the door, and the scene inside could be clearly seen from the outside. Lamia was about to knock on the door frame, but found that the atmosphere inside seemed a little awkward.

Inside the room, Tom leaned on the sofa, with a servile man standing in front of him. "These are all excuses. I'll give you another week, and the Order of the Phoenix must disappear from this world." He kicked the man hard, and the man rolled on the ground. Before he could even scream, he was carried away.

Then, Lamia saw Tom at the door, who was obviously gloomy. "Tom, I just learned how to make cookies. Do you want to try some?" Trying to learn how to make cookies from Narcissa was like teaching herself, because she only had the recipe, and nothing else was as good as Lamia's.

"Did you make this specially for me?" Tom couldn't believe it. He even began to suspect that Lamia had drugged it in order to escape. After all, he had been the only one who made the effort from the beginning to the end.

"Just barely. I'm so bored here. Can I come in? I'd like to have a cup of tea." Lamia stuffed the plate into Tom's hands with a calm expression, as if she was talking about a very trivial matter, but this very little thing made Tom's heart leap with joy.

In fact, Lamia was still a little nervous. Now she knew Tom's character very well. He was definitely not a person who would be blinded by emotions. On the contrary, he only regarded the relationship between the two as a additive to his great cause.

"Of course." Tom made way, and Lamia walked in easily. The layout of the room was similar to what it looked like from the outside. It was generally black and gray, which seemed very depressing, especially the portrait of Tom hanging on the wall. His dark and gloomy eyes were like the muzzle of a cold and ruthless gun, staring straight at everyone who came in.

"Lamia, I only have black tea here." Tom's bony fingers pinched the rustic teacup.

The moment Lamia saw the teacup, she was dazed, because this teacup gave her a very similar feeling to that of Li Yuan. Although Li Yuan was no longer with her, the original scene still existed in Lamia's memory.

"What are you looking at?" Tom took a step forward in confusion and put his other hand on Lamia's shoulder. As he exerted force, Lamia leaned into his arms.

"I didn't see anything. I just want to spend more time with you in the future." Lamia quickly steadied herself and leaned against Tom's shoulder in a dependent position. "So, can you give me this permission?"

Lamia's voice was so soft and charming that Tom thought she was acting coquettishly. "Okay, but I'm with you most of the time." Tom couldn't resist for a moment, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face.

"Isn't our relationship enough for you to agree to let me into your room?" Lamia pretended to be angry. "What if I want to come to see you at night?"

"Then I'll stay at your place tonight, as long as you agree." Tom was completely unaware of Lamia's true meaning. Instead, he was immersed in the joy that he had finally impressed Lamia with his charm.

"Why don't you let me in? Do you have a Veela hidden in your room?" Lamia's mind raced. "Okay, then don't come to my room anymore. I'm going to keep a boy in there too..."

Before Lamia could finish her words, Tom's hand pinched her mouth, and her pink lips turned red due to congestion.

"What do you want to raise?" Tom's eyes became dangerous, as if he would crush her in the next second.

Lamia realized she had said the wrong thing. Tom's brief good temper had made her forget his true character. "No, Tom, I just wanted you to know that you really are important."

"Don't test my patience, Lamia." Tom loosened his fingers and his eyes softened. "I don't keep any Veela in my room. They are nothing." Although his fingers moved away from Lamia's mouth, they remained on her cheeks, kneading the soft skin under his hands.

"I allow you to enter my room. Don't worry, no one will stop you."

Lamia looked at Tom's eyes filled with affection the next second. She, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly felt a little scared. The affection in those eyes did not seem fake, but that was what made Lamia scared.

"Okay, I'll come and accompany you often." Lamia carefully said something she thought would make Tom happy, and sure enough, the next second Tom hugged her, "You've fallen in love with me, haven't you, Lamia?"

Tom looked up expectantly.

"Yes, Tom, I'm in love with you."

……

Lamia didn't find any opportunity for several days. Tom seemed to be stuck to her and never left her side. Lamia had no chance to act alone until Gugu brought the crystal ball forged by the Order of the Phoenix today.

"Ginger, I also need you to notify Dumbledore to cause a disturbance outside, or at least get Tom out." Lamia picked up the exhausted Gugu.

"I don't want to go anymore, Lamia. Can't you just go in directly? The old monster doesn't like you very much, but he won't hurt you." Gugu broke free from Lamia's hand and lay down on the soft carpet. He had already climbed the stairs several times and was very reluctant to Lamia's request.

"Do you want spiritual power?" Lamia squatted down and spoke seductively.

Gugu raised his head almost immediately, but lowered it the next second. "You don't want to, and you don't." His tone was very firm.

"Then take a good look." Lamia mobilized the magic power in her body, and a conspicuous spherical object appeared on her lower abdomen.

"This, the old demon's inner elixir? You can actually control it!" Gugu instantly got up from the ground, unable to hide his surprise, "If that's the case, you can definitely defeat the old demon, why did you take such a big detour?"

"I can't beat him." Lamia withdrew her magic power helplessly.

"Okay, this is the old monster's inner elixir. Even if you can mobilize it, you can't defeat him." Gugu lay down lazily again.

"But I can give you magic power. Isn't that equivalent to your spiritual power?" Lamia said, pointing her finger at the mushroom cap of Mushroom, and a stream of transparent, mist-like liquid flowed towards him.

The next second, Gugugu was like a newly grown mushroom, regaining its former plumpness and even making up for what was missing in its stomach.

"Why didn't you find out earlier?" Gugu complained and jumped on the ground.

Lamia: "Now, can you go outside?"

Gugu: "Of course you can, but now that I'm back, you still have to supply me with spiritual power."

After a lot of effort, Lamia sent Gugu out. When she opened the panel again, she found that the mission countdown had reached the last 5 days. If she failed this time, she might really have to consider how to spend her retirement here.