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

But this time, Lamia waited for a long time but did not see her patronus.

"Come out." Lamia patted the protective shield gently as if muttering to herself.

A green light appeared and disappeared from time to time, but eventually it transformed into the thin snake that was close to her. However, this time, there seemed to be something extra on the back of the thin snake, and its body was obviously smaller, and even the green light was dimmer.

But it became noticeably more solid, like a real snake.

Lamia stretched out her palm, and the thin snake that was originally looking out seemed to have found its target. It wrapped itself around Lamia's arm and climbed up. But then its empty eyes looked straight at Lamia in front of it, and the tongue in its mouth moved in and out without any rhythm.

Lamia put the thin snake in front of her eyes and saw clearly what was on its back. It was a pair of newly grown wings, all green. Although they were very small, the general outline could be seen.

"Who the hell are you?" Lamia wrapped the thin snake around her wrist and tapped its forehead. The thin snake obviously didn't like being treated like this. It opened its mouth wide and pretended to bite Lamia's finger.

Lamia suddenly retracted her fingers and looked at the tiny creature in surprise, "You want to bite me?"

The thin snake closed its mouth and raised its chin. Its eyes, without pupils visible, clearly confirmed Lamia's words.

"You are indeed conscious." Lamia's eyes narrowed.

"You're so weird." Lamia grabbed the tip of the snake's tail. "You're also so dangerous. I won't allow anything that poses a risk to me to appear around me, even if I conjured you up. So, you have no choice but to disappear."

Lamia moved her fingers upwards, exerted a little force, and easily crushed the snake's head, turning it into specks of green light that floated in the air. The snake's body also lost control and began to gradually dissipate.

In the end, only a residual green light remained in Lamia's palm.

She clapped her hands together to suppress the slight sense of loss in her heart. Lamia knew very well that she was sad. She liked the snake very much, but not everything could make her like it.

The risk posed by this snake was far greater than the slightest liking Lamia had in her heart, so it had no choice but to disappear.

Just when Lamia thought everything was over, another identical thin snake crawled out of the silver-white protective shield.

But this time, the thin snake was obviously more alert, and its eyes without pupils seemed to be filled with confusion and grievance. It slowly crawled onto Lamia's arm, but suddenly retracted it. From a distance away from her, it kept spitting out its tongue, like a silent accusation.

"Forget it, I won't kill you." Lamia sighed and took the initiative to stroke the snake's head. "You are very smart, but you'd better not think about attacking me. I don't want to kill you a second time."

The thin snake tilted its head in confusion, as if it couldn't understand what Lamia said, or maybe it had no intention of attacking her at all.

A long time passed, so long that Lamia thought the thin snake would not return to the protective cover, but it disappeared right under Lamia's nose.

Lamia just flipped through the book beside the bed and turned her head. The thin snake turned into a green mist and disappeared in front of Lamia.

What a surprise.

Lamia closed the book, turned over, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, classes at Hogwarts had already started as normal. Along the way, Lamia saw many students rushing to the classroom with their wands and necessary textbooks. Most of them were unhurried, like Lamia and Hermione, but some were so anxious that they even put on the wrong socks, like Ron.

"Merlin's Lace, I finally caught up. It was so tiring, I didn't even have breakfast." Ron said incoherently, biting a piece of toast.

Behind him, Harry was also panting. He was better than Ron because he at least put on his socks correctly, but you need to ignore his tie that was tied in a knot.

The morning class was Gryffindor and Slytherin's big class - Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lamia met Hermione not far from the hall. At that time, Ron and Harry had not come yet, and the four of them had just met.

"Can't you get up a little earlier?" Hermione was very disgusted. She held Lamia's arm and moved to the side, deliberately increasing the distance between herself and Ron.

"If I had gotten up earlier, would I still have met you?" Ron opened his mouth wide and took a bite of toast. He started talking before he swallowed it, so he choked on the bread crumbs. The bread crumbs in his mouth, which he couldn't swallow in time, sprayed all over the three people like a burst water pipe. Harry, who was closest to him, was hit especially hard. His neat outer robe was covered with dense white spots.

"Ron! This is the clothes I just changed into today!" Harry looked down at the horrible-looking robe, and without caring about Lamia and Hermione standing next to him, he raised his fist and hit Ron in the face.

"Hey! Brother, don't be so stingy. I didn't mean it." Ron was punched and his nose was bleeding, so when he saw that Harry was going to hit him again, he hid behind Lamia and Hermione.

"Don't come over here. Let me tell you, Lamia hates things that are stained with other people's saliva. Look at yourself. You should have some self-respect." Ron poked his head out from behind and said half proudly and half jokingly.

But he didn't expect Lamia to push him out directly.

So Ron started covering his nose and eyes and stopped talking, because the area under his eyes was blue and purple from Harry's punch, and he couldn't look straight at it.

"Okay, stop it." Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. She frowned a little distressed, as if she was hesitating whether to use the healing spell on Ron. After all, Ron had made her angry not long ago.

In the end, Hermione took out her wand and healed the wound on Ron's face.

But Ron just stood there in a daze, without even saying thank you. Hermione was so angry that she stuffed her wand in the bag and dragged Lamia into the classroom without looking back.

Lamia felt that the atmosphere between the two was increasingly strange. Hermione was always angry with Ron. Although Ron was indeed annoying at times, Hermione got angry too often.

Lamia looked back at Ron, who was still standing there stupidly, and had a guess in her mind.

……

As soon as Lamia entered the classroom, she saw Professor Lupin standing at the podium. He was holding a tattered suitcase in his hand and his clothes were also tattered. He looked exactly the same as when Lamia first met him, but he looked healthier. Lamia thought it must be because he had eaten a few solid meals.

About ten minutes later, the bell rang and the students found their seats and sat down.

"Good morning," Lupin said, recognizing Lamia but only blinking. "Please put all your books back in your bags. Today is a practical class, so you'll only need your wands."

The class put their books back in their bags, and a few students exchanged surprised glances. They had never had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts class before, unless you counted that trick professor's trick class, in which the old professor brought a cage of goblins and let them all out, causing them so much trouble.

"Well then," Lupin said, ignoring everyone's doubts and worries and seeing that everyone was ready, "please follow me over here."

At this moment, two figures suddenly rushed in from outside the classroom door. They stumbled and knocked over many classmates' desks on the way.