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

Trelawney opened her eyes wide, her black pupils kept rolling up, and the large whites of her eyes kept trembling at an extremely strange frequency. The sound that came from her throat was sharp and hoarse, like a dying cat.

The roaring in Lamia's ears became more intense, making it difficult for her to concentrate. "Professor, excuse me, what did you say?"

But this time Trelawney did not repeat it. Her arms twisted, her forearms folded backwards, and her whole body fell backwards suddenly like a shrimp with its body bent.

Following a loud bang, Lamia raised her eyes again and saw Professor Trelawney lying on the ground and shaking. Her eyes were closed, and blood was seeping from the corners of her eyes, and the pain was getting worse.

There was a commotion in the classroom due to this sudden situation. Even Hermione, who didn't like this professor very much, hurried out of the classroom to call for help. For a moment, only Lamia and Trelawney were left in the classroom.

Lamia felt like there was a drilling machine in her head, stirring her brain constantly, but she still endured it, squatting beside Trelawney's head, and carefully studying her expression.

Finally, Lamia confirmed her guess.

"Professor, there is no one else here. You can get up. The ground is not comfortable." Lamia stood up, slowly walked to the door of the classroom and locked it.

As the sound of metal collision disappeared, Trelawney, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head as if a switch had been pressed. Without the obstruction of glasses, Lamia could see the emotions in her eyes more clearly.

Doubtful, sympathetic, fearful, and... Lamia frowned and tilted her head in confusion. It was a deeply hidden feeling of, admiration?

"No time, poor fellow." Trelawney had wiped the blood from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, but some red marks remained around her eye sockets, making her look indescribably compassionate.

"What did you say, Professor?" Lamia said, and she found with self-mockery that she had actually begun to adapt to the pain in her head. Specifically, she was able to completely ignore it and think about problems.

"Lone Ranger longing to return home, you will face all difficulties alone, whether in the past, present or future. Your choice is crucial. Once... everything you cherish will be destroyed, and the entire wizarding world will pay a price for it... a price! An unbearable price!"

Trelawney held her head and yelled in the classroom. She became even crazier. She broke the necklace hanging on her neck. Countless crystal beads rolled all over the floor. The dripping sound made Lamia irritated again.

Now she finally understood why Hermione hated Trelawney so much.

"Professor, what do you mean? Why don't you explain it more clearly?" Lamia walked over and grabbed the still crazy Trelawney, forcefully twisting her upper body so that she faced herself.

Lamia actually didn't want to use force against a professor, especially an old professor, but special cases require special treatment.

"The price, the price..." But Trelawnimmy had obviously completely lost her mind. Even if Lamia asked her a hundred times, she would only repeat this sentence.

Five minutes later, Lamia completely lost her patience. Outside the door, Hermione and a group of students had called the nearby professors, but Lamia did not hear a single greeting. She guessed that the person coming should be Professor Snape.

At this moment, Professor Trelawney's neck stretched and gradually stiffened, then she leaned back. "Ah." With a cry of surprise, she turned back.

Lamia, who had been looking into her eyes, understood that Professor Trelawney had returned to normal, at least that was what she saw in her eyes.

So, Lamia opened the locked door and was greeted by a gloomy-looking head of her dean.

"Hello, Professor Snape." The blood vessels behind Lamia's eyebrows kept throbbing, forcing her to force herself to look less depressed.

"Hmph, get out of the way." Snape moved to the side, flicked his robe, and stepped into the Divination classroom nimbly.

The classroom was in a complete mess compared to before, with beads scattered everywhere. Although Trelawney had returned to normal, she had no memory of what had happened just now. She just thought that she had offended some annoying bad student again, who had destroyed her classroom like this.

When Lamia followed Snape in, she saw Trelawney pulling her hair in handfuls. There were several cracks on the huge glasses frame. Lamia guessed that it was caused by her pretending to fall to the ground and dropping her glasses.

"Nockturn, your poor old dean needs an explanation." Snape quickly walked around the entire classroom. In his mind, he had already regarded Lamia as a not-so-smart murderer, but as her dean, he still had to give Lamia a chance to quibble, although he would not believe it.

"Professor, you already have the conclusion in your mind, do you need me to repeat anything?" Lamia sneered, and seemed not to intend to say anything in defense.

But Snape frowned fiercely, "Lamia Nocturne, who gave you the courage? Aren't the homework I assign enough? Maybe I should really give you a whole bucket of Flobberworms every day. In this way, at least I can get payment from you for wiping my ass." After he said that, he turned around coldly, and the bottom corner of his robe slammed into Lamia's face, as if he had really slapped her.

Lamia felt that Snape must have done it on purpose.

Lamia: "Professor, how are you going to punish me?"

Snape, who was about to leave, paused for a moment when he heard this. "Dumbledore would want to know."

Lamia was very satisfied with the result. The fact that Snape did not punish her directly showed that he could also notice the abnormality in the classroom and that she had no magical fluctuations.

Yes, the mess in the classroom was caused by a spell. Except for the necklace that Trelawney broke, other items had more or less traces of magic left on them. But Lamia had never cast a spell, and there was not even a trace of magic fluctuation on her body, so this was simply a perfect self-proof.

Lamia didn't expect Snape to let her go. After all, he could definitely see it, but he would not protect a Slytherin student who was so close to Gryffindor, and a student he hated very much.

Lamia had even thought about how to explain to Dumbledore and report Snape, but Snape did not play by the rules. He did not deal with Lamia personally, but handed the matter over to Dumbledore instead.