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

At night, Lamia lay in bed, she kept recalling the horrible face hidden deep in her memory, but she still had no clue. She always felt that this creature was very important, but she just couldn't remember it at all.

The next day, Lamia felt a sharp pain in her head as soon as she opened her eyes. The pain was almost indescribable. It was like a musical note, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes high, sometimes low. The pain seemed to have legs and kept running around in her head.

Lamia pounded her head in frustration and forced herself to get up from the bed. She had to go to the medical wing.

……

Madam Pomfrey: "It's so annoying! I'm so busy, and you still want to make things more complicated for me!" She put away her stethoscope in dissatisfaction, "Go back to class! Dishonest girl!"

"Why, ma'am, my head really hurts." Lamia held her forehead with her hands, frowning tightly. She didn't understand why Madam Pomfrey said that to her.

"There's nothing wrong with your head. It's even healthier than mine!" Madam Pomfrey picked up the tray next to her, her face becoming even more unfriendly. She completely thought that Lamia was the same as those students who pretended to be sick and didn't attend classes.

"Madam, could you please give me a bottle of painkiller?" Lamia felt the blood vessels in her forehead beating violently. It was strange because this had never happened to her before.

"Okay, but I have to remind you that drinking it even if you're not sick will make you sick." Madam Pomfrey's expression softened, and she took out a bottle of crystal liquid from the cabinet behind her and handed it to Lamia.

Then a scream was heard from the next ward, and Madam Pomfrey hurried over, shouting non-stop.

Lamia was the only one left in the room. She drank the potion in one gulp with trembling hands. As the fishy, ​​bitter and smooth liquid entered her stomach, Lamia only felt slight relief. She leaned against the bed, the blood vessels on her forehead still beating.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Why haven't you left yet? Do you really want me to tell your headmaster about this?" Madam Pomfrey walked in with a tray full of empty bottles, her face full of disapproval of Lamia.

"You must leave immediately. There's a patient who needs a bed. Don't interfere with my work here, or I'll have to tell the professors."

Lamia sighed. She felt much better now. "Ma'am, thank you for the potion anyway. I'll leave now."

Lamia didn't want to argue. Madam Pomfrey was the busiest person in the entire Hogwarts. She had almost no time to rest, so it was normal for her to have a bad temper.

Lamia walked out of the hospital wing slowly and met Hermione on the way. She looked even more haggard than her. Her hair style had returned to its previous fluffy curls and her eyes were all black and blue. However, although only one day had passed, she looked several years older.

"Lamia, I'm so sleepy." Hermione yawned and rested her head on Lamia's shoulder.

Lamia: "Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Don't mention it. I'm so busy right now. Look, this is my schedule—" Hermione pulled out a piece of paper covered with words from her book. It contained her schedule, which was densely written on it. Lamia took a quick glance and was shocked. Monday at 9 o'clock—Arithmancy; 9 o'clock—Transfiguration; Lunch; 1 o'clock—Charms; 1 o'clock—Ancient Runes...

Sure enough, this Hermione was still the same as she remembered. Lamia twitched her lips.

"Next is Divination class, Lamia. I swear, you will hate this class as much as I do. That professor is the most mysterious and mysterious person I have ever seen." Hermione kept complaining. It seemed that she really disliked the previous class.

About fifteen minutes later, Lamia and Hermione finally reached the towering North Tower. Although Lamia had been in the castle for two years, there were still many places she had never set foot in, and the North Tower was one of them.

Hermione kept complaining about the Divination professor along the way. Lamia had never seen her so emotional before, so she couldn't help but become interested in the professor she was talking about.

However, even though Hermione had been there once, they still got lost twice and finally had to use the portrait for help. When they finally climbed to the top of the winding staircase, both of them were dizzy and breathless.

Behind the last few steps was a small landing. In the ceiling was a small trapdoor with the name "Sybill Trelawney" carved into it. As if knowing everyone had arrived, the trapdoor suddenly opened above their heads and a silver ladder slid down.

All the third-grade students who had chosen this course lined up and climbed up the narrow ladder one by one, entering a strange classroom.

In fact, it wasn't a classroom at all, more like a cross between an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. At least twenty small round tables were crammed into the room, each surrounded by Indian print armchairs with bulging little cushions.

The fireplace was full, with a large copper kettle burning on it, giving off a dull, greasy aroma. Around the circular walls were shelves filled with dusty feathers, candle stubs, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a vast collection of tea sets.

After everyone was seated, a soft and vague voice came from the layers of curtains.

"Look at you, vibrant lives. It's great to see you in the real world again."

A woman came out from behind the curtain. She had a pair of huge glasses, was thin, and was wearing a large, glittering shawl. Her wrists and neck were covered with strange beads.

Trelawney: "Children, welcome to Divination class. This is our second class. I believe you all have some understanding of me -" she adjusted her huge glasses, "- then who can tell me, what did we learn in the last class?"

Professor Trelawney walked calmly among the students, scanning each one of them as if she were selecting merchandise.

"See? That's how she is. What can we learn from her? Telling lies to deceive people?" Hermione rolled her hair in disdain. She looked in a very bad mental state.

The same went for Lamia. The effect of the painkiller seemed to be wearing off, and her head was now aching again.

"Very good, my third eye tells me that everyone still has memories. Yes, we first learned the basic divination method and the interpretation of tea leaves in the last class. Oh, wait a minute, kids, there's a strange thing sneaking in -"

Trelawney suddenly looked at Lamia, "You don't belong to this world."

Her eyes were so sharp that even through the thick lenses, Lamia could still feel the scrutiny contained in them.

"What did you say? Stop joking." Hermione was the first to stand up and object. She had always thought that Trelawney was making things up, and of course she was very angry now.

"Professor, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today and can't stand up to answer questions." Lamia was not in a hurry. She covered her forehead and said slowly.

"You, a different species from a distant land, do not belong to this world, and you will eventually leave..."