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

Snape, dressed in a black robe, stood behind for an unknown period of time. "Draco, your father would like me to be his guest tonight." His face was gloomy, but expressionless. For a moment, Draco didn't know how to respond. When he turned around, he saw Lamia standing near Snape and looking at him.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I was wrong." Draco's eyes secretly turned red, and he lowered his head and apologized obediently.

But Snape had no intention of leaving. He walked around Draco and stood in the open space without saying a word, the gloom in his eyes as thick as substance.

"Hey, Ron, guess what, Professor McGonagall..." Harry, who was originally running over excitedly, was pulled back by Ron. Seeing Snape in the open space behind him, his movements instantly became restrained. He was a little confused and seemed to not understand why Snape suddenly appeared in the flying class venue.

"Look, the heroic Mr. Potter is back. So, is Mr. Potter, who violated the school rules, ready to leave Hogwarts?" Snape's mocking voice made Harry's good mood disappear completely.

"Mr. Snape, I think I should listen to Professor McGonagall. After all, she is our head of house." Harry's calm tone made Snape even angrier. He shook his greasy hair and said, "Really? Then Mr. Potter, please come with me to the headmaster's office and explain to the headmaster."

"Professor, I think you misunderstood..."

"Harry Potter, tell these to the headmaster." Snape dragged Harry towards the headmaster's office without giving him a chance to continue.

It was not until Snape and Harry completely disappeared that Draco approached Lamia and asked, "Why did you call Professor Snape over? Is it because you are irritated by my opposition to Potter?" Draco was blinded by jealousy and said hurtful words to Lamia.

"That's not the case, Draco. I wasn't the one who called Professor Snape." Lamia didn't want to explain. This matter had nothing to do with her, and she didn't even want to watch the show. But Draco kept pursuing her, and it seemed that he wouldn't give up until he got an answer.

"really?"

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Lamia walked into the crowd and stopped. After a while, Harry came back from the principal's office.

"Merlin's green stockings, brother, you actually escaped from Snape? And you are unharmed?" Ron pulled Harry to look left and right, his face full of disbelief.

"I'm really fine, Ron, and I've been accepted into the Quidditch team as an exception!" Harry danced excitedly.

"Harry, you're amazing! Quidditch has never allowed first-year students to join!" Ron was even more shocked. His red hair swung with his movements, and Harry was shaken so hard that he couldn't stand steadily. Lamia, who was hiding behind the crowd, watched this scene and thought of what Harry said to himself on the broom, "Tsk."

Lamia stepped back decisively, trying to use others to block her figure and prevent Harry from seeing her. She really didn't want to invest too much emotion in a piece of food.

"Lamia, is that you?" Harry saw a flash of silver while being shaken by Ron. He ran towards Lamia as eagerly as if he had seen an oasis in a desolate desert.

"Lamia, don't go."

"Hi, Harry." Lamia, who had originally held on to a lucky mentality, sighed, turned around and greeted Harry with a smile.

"Lamia, did you know that I made it to the Hogwarts Quidditch team!" Harry was very excited, with stars twinkling in his green eyes.

"Congratulations, Harry." Lamia responded politely while keeping smiling.

"Lamia, aren't you happy that I made the school team?" Harry's face fell, and he was at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

"No, Harry, I'm very happy for you."

"Lamia, if you're not happy, I don't have to go." If so, will I be able to spend more time with you? Harry swallowed the second half of the sentence. He felt that once he said it, Lamia would turn around and leave.

"Don't be like this, Harry. I'm happy that you can do what you like." Lamia gently pried open Harry's hand, which had been grabbed at some point.

"Potter, you must be so proud of yourself. Just wait and see. I will tell my father about Dumbledore's blatant protection of you. You will definitely be expelled!" Draco pushed Harry away and stood next to Lamia. "Also, as a Gryffindor, you should stay with your stupid lion companions."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed in unison, attracting a crowd of freshmen to watch.

"Malfoy, don't go too far. Dumbledore knows the school rules better than you!" Ron pulled up his sleeves and stood in front of Harry, looking like he was ready to fight if he didn't agree.

"You poor bastard from the Weasley family, are you wearing eighth-hand clothes? Otherwise, why do I smell a poor odor? Crabbe, Goyle, do you smell it?" Draco covered his nose with his hands, looking disgusted. The two people behind him took a deep breath, then looked at each other in confusion, until Draco kicked them hard, then they reacted, and then covered their noses, pretending to be unable to bear it.

"That's enough, Draco. Did being on the ground give you more courage?" Harry pulled Ron, who was shocked and dared not speak, over and held his head high. His green eyes were extremely clear, but Draco could read obvious provocation in them.

"Okay, Pot, there's a wizard duel tonight. Do you dare to come?"

"By the way, you don't know what a wizard duel is, do you?" Draco turned around and laughed with the two followers behind him. The constant laughter stimulated Harry. He kept looking at Lamia who was standing aside and had nothing to do with it, just hoping that she would not be like them.

"Of course he knows. I'm his assistant." Ron took over the conversation, not giving Draco the chance to continue laughing.

"Okay, two opponents without any pressure. See you in the trophy display room at midnight." Draco said this, glanced at Lamia, and left with Goyle and Crabbe.

"What does duel mean? And what are assistants?" Harry was confused without any response.

"Assistant means if you die, I will take over. But don't worry, brother. With Draco's level of spells, the most he can do is make himself unconscious."

"But what if we can't beat him?" Harry was still worried.

"Then just knock him out with one punch, or just deny it. He didn't say what the punishment is anyway." Ron shrugged indifferently.

But Harry was the only one present who knew that there was a bet between him and Draco, but only the two of them knew about it.

An invisible war that existed only between the two of them had already begun.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but you must not sneak out at night to duel with Malfoy. All your Gryffindor points will be deducted. This is ridiculous!" Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and stood in front of the two of them with her frizzy brown curly hair.

"This is none of your business, Hermione," Ron shouted, and Harry nodded in agreement.

"What if, I come to see you tonight, Harry."