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

"System, do you have any secret manuals? For example, one that can help me learn the Patronus Charm instantly?"

[Host contribution value is insufficient, Patronus spell training exchange failed]

"It really exists, but what exactly is contribution value and how much do I have now?" Lamia was surprised. You know, she was just asking casually, but she didn't expect that this system, which has always been unreliable, actually exists.

[Contribution value is obtained by analyzing the data of the host's completed rescue missions, and it best reflects the value of the host's contribution. Unfortunately, you only have 10 contribution points now.]

"How much does it cost to redeem the Patronus Charm?"

[The Patronus Charm is a sign of extraordinary magical ability and requires 1000 contribution points]

"You might as well tell me no." Lamia sighed. She didn't understand what benefits binding to this system brought her.

Lamia packed up briefly and planned to show up in the auditorium and sign in with Professor Snape. She couldn't be considered truant even though she was there.

As soon as Lamia opened the door, she saw Theodore standing guard at the door from a distance. He was squatting by the wall with his long legs in leather shoes stretched out casually. The dim light above his head seemed to have covered him with a coat of decadence.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Lamia took a few steps forward, stood in front of Theodore, and looked down at this hypocritical man from top to bottom.

"Ah, I'm just a little tired." Theodore raised his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, the loneliness on his body was swept away, replaced by an excitement that was difficult to conceal.

"I'm going to the auditorium, what about you?" Lamia made complicated gestures with her fingers. As a faint light flashed, the door behind her seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to peek.

"I just happened to be going there too." Theodore stood up suddenly from the ground. "Ah——" His legs were shaking and he actually fell directly towards Lamia. "——Sorry, my legs are numb."

Lamia looked at Theodore who was lying on her shoulder with some disgust and said, "You, you go lean against the wall." After that, she used all her strength to push the huge creature who was a head taller than her.

"No, I can't move." Theodore rubbed Lamia's neck like a rogue. The stinging pain from the hard hair instantly went through Lamia's body, making her involuntarily take a few steps back.

Because Lamia suddenly stepped back, Theodore lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Ah, my legs hurt so much, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand up, I'm going to be disabled!" Theodore hugged his calf and shouted, but his eyes never left Lamia's direction.

"...Didn't you twist your left leg just now? Why are you holding your right leg?" Lamia crossed her arms and glanced at Theodore. His acting was so fake. After all, Lamia was Tom's apprentice. Theodore would have to practice more if he wanted to deceive her.

"Ah, both my legs hurt and I can't stand up at all." Theodore was stunned, then quickly hugged the other leg and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Really? But I just lied to you. I didn't even see which leg you twisted." Lamia sneered and had no intention of helping Theodore up.

"Then I can't help it." Theodore stood up calmly and patted the dust that accidentally touched him. "I really hate your calmness."

"Wrong, you acted too fake." Lamia took a step back and walked towards the auditorium, and Theodore hurried to catch up with her.

The two of them walked into the hall almost at the same time. As soon as they entered, Lamia saw only a few empty tables and classmates chatting and laughing. Most of the professors had left, and Lamia only saw Hagrid talking to Dumbledore.

"Hey, Lamia, come here!" Hermione was the first to wave to Lamia. She had changed a lot. Her hair seemed to have been specially styled and looked very smooth. Compared to her previous fluffy hairstyle, she became a lot gentler.

"Hermione, long time no see." Lamia smiled and sat next to Hermione. As soon as she sat down, Hermione stuffed a gift into her palm.

"Ding, ding, ding, it's for you, open it and take a look." Hermione danced with excitement, and seemed to be looking forward to the gift inside even more than Lamia.

Lamia's expression softened. She tore open the box with ease. Inside was a music box. In the middle stood a silver-haired girl who danced to the music. She looked at least 80% similar to Lamia.

"Wow, this looks like Lamia." Ron poked his head over at some point, his red hair blocking the light from Lamia's head. The shadow fell on the music box, covering up the most beautiful part.

"Ron, move aside. Lamia can't see you." Hermione pushed Ron aside mercilessly and casually handed him a small box. "There's one for you, too. Take it."

"Is there one for me?" Ron was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the box. However, his expression instantly turned to disappointment. "Hey, why is there only one clay figure, and it's so ugly? Why isn't mine a Ron who can dance and sing?"

"Forget it. Is your singing good?" Hermione blushed and unhappily snatched the clay figurine from Ron's hand and held it in her hand.

"Hey, that's not what I meant, Hermione. I just think Lamia's is better. You obviously care more about her." Ron hurriedly grabbed Hermione and began to explain, but the latter looked heartbroken and didn't listen to him at all.

After watching the whole thing, Lamia inexplicably felt that the atmosphere between the two was not right, as if something else was happening quietly that she didn't know about.

"Lamia, let's go over there. I don't want to talk to Ron, a man with no vision." Hermione didn't know whether she was embarrassed or angry. In any case, her cheeks were very red. She held Lamia's arm and sat next to Harry.

"Thank you, Hermione, I like it very much." After sitting down, Lamia carefully put the music box into her pocket and turned to look at Hermione sincerely.

"I'm glad you like it, but this isn't made by me." Hermione didn't expect Lamia to treasure her gift so much, and felt a little ashamed for a moment. "I originally made one for you, but it was too ugly. I was embarrassed to give it to you, so I had to ask the owner to make another one."

"What about the original one?" Lamia gently held Hermione's hand, her eyes shining.

"Here." Hermione took out a simple paper bag from her arms. Inside was a clay figurine similar to the one she gave to Ron, but the difference was that the top of this one's head was silver.

"This one's great too." Lamia picked up the figurine and examined it carefully. "Although your technique isn't very skillful, this one looks more like me than the last one. Look—" She pointed at the small black mole on the figurine's earlobe, "—you've marked all the moles on my face."

"Really?" Hermione's tears were already in her eyes. "But Ron said I did it ugly." She lowered her head and kept snapping her fingers.

Lamia noticed that there were many small wounds on her fingers, which looked like she had been injured by a sharp object.

"I like this better than the one just now, really." Lamia hugged Hermione in her arms and patted her back gently. "Hermione, you are very good. Don't worry about what others think. I can see your feelings."

"Thank you, Lamia." Hermione burst into tears, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and shame she had suffered from Ron.

Harry, who was standing next to him, was obviously distracted. He didn't even know what the two were talking about. "What happened, Hermione? What's wrong with you?"