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

"Oh, look at these beautiful creatures, they are a gift from Merlin." Hagrid introduced them excitedly, but no one seemed to share his excitement. When he approached and tied these guys to the fence, everyone stepped back a little. "Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. "You must have never seen creatures like this before. They are so beautiful, aren't they?"

All the students looked at each other in bewilderment. Even the usually supportive Hermione began to hesitate. But Lamia understood Hagrid's point. She had seen so many bizarre creatures that this was nothing. Besides, the fur of these half-horse, half-bird creatures was truly beautiful. It transitioned smoothly from feathers to fur in a variety of colors: dark gray, bronze, sandy with a pink hue, shiny chestnut, and finally, jet black.

"Well," said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and giving the whole class a smile with an ingratiating air, "perhaps you'd like to come a little closer..." No one seemed inclined to do so.

Everyone avoided Hagrid's sight, fearing that they would be chosen as the unlucky one.

"Okay." Hagrid lowered his mouth in disappointment, but before long, his eyes lit up again. "It seems you're afraid of them because you don't understand them. Don't worry, after I introduce them to you, you'll definitely fall in love with them."

Hagrid never understood that people were afraid of the Hippogriff not because they didn't understand it, but because they knew it too well, so they were worried about being hurt by it. But unfortunately, no one was willing to tell poor Hagrid.

"Well, the first thing you have to know about Hippogriffs is that they're proud," said Hagrid.

"It's easy to offend them. Never offend a Hippogriff, because it's probably the last thing you want to do."

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were not listening; they were talking in low voices, and the faint sounds of their laughter reached Lamia's ears. She looked deeply at Draco, but the latter did not notice her look at all, and continued to point at Hagrid with Goyle and Crabbe.

The more Lamia watched, the more she felt that Draco was going to do something bad. He was practically telling everyone with his eyes that he had figured out a way to ruin the class.

"You always wait for the Hippogriff to make the first move," Hagrid continued. "It's just good manners, understand?"

Hagrid demonstrated by walking up to one of the Hippogriffs and bowing to it, "Like this, you walk up to it, you bow, and then you wait."

"If it bows back, you can touch it. If it doesn't bow, get away from it because those claws can hurt."

The Hippogriff was quite well-behaved, perhaps because it was very familiar with Hagrid, but it bowed several times in a few seconds.

"Is that all clear now - who's going first?" Hagrid said nervously, glancing at the students standing at the back.

In response, most of the students stepped back, even Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked frightened, but Lamia remained where she was, making her, without a doubt, the only student in the front row.

Just as Hagrid approached Lamia with his eyes shining, the chained monsters began to shake their heads violently and spread their powerful wings - they seemed to be frightened by something, and their sharp cries one after another almost broke people's eardrums.

"Oh, be quiet!" Hagrid pulled the chain hard. There was a rustling sound, and they were quiet for a moment, and then continued to struggle. "It seems that the little guys have been hurt by you. They are very sad - because you don't like them." Hagrid wiped his eyes several times because of what he said.

"Would you like to try, Lamia?" Hagrid asked, his face pleading. "They're quite friendly, er, as long as you're polite. But don't worry too much, I'll protect you."

"Of course, Professor." Lamia smiled faintly, took a step forward and walked towards Hagrid.

But this time.

Lamia heard a quick shout, "Don't go over there!"

It was Draco, who was walking forward anxiously from behind, but seemed to be afraid of something. He never dared to actually walk in front of Lamia. He just stood some distance behind her, trying every means to stop her from doing anything next.

But Lamia ignored Draco's obstruction. She was still very interested in these creatures, especially those that could fly like her, although they looked very ferocious.

But when Lamia really got close to these creatures, they did not struggle like before. Instead, they lowered their heads like frightened ostriches and did not dare to look up at all.

Lamia moved closer again, and now she could touch the creatures' fur with just a slight reach, but they only lowered their heads further.

Lamia looked at Hagrid in confusion, her eyes making her meaning clear.

But obviously, Hagrid didn't understand either. He frowned and said, "That's so strange. I've never seen them so well-behaved. It's so strange."

Lamia watched the creatures' movements and seemed to understand. She took a tentative step forward to observe their reactions, then stepped back several steps and observed again.

Sure enough, Lamia sighed helplessly. These creatures were afraid of her, and they were particularly afraid, so much so that they didn't even dare to tremble when she approached, as if they wanted Lamia to think that they were all dead.

Even Hagrid didn't know what to say now. He watched in shock as Lamia walked to and stopped next to one of the hippogriffs with a slightly higher head.

"Lamia, maybe you want to change to another one? I mean, Buckbeak... Never mind, you don't need it." Hagrid paused and didn't finish his words. He untied a chain, dragged Buckbeak away from his companions, and took off its leather collar. He felt that Lamia didn't need to change to a gentler one because they were all afraid of her.

Lamia glanced at Hagrid and, realizing he had no intention of continuing, she bowed to Buckbeak as Hagrid had taught her. However, she didn't bow completely, only symbolically bowing her head.

But Buckbeak seemed to be even more frightened. His huge claws kept retreating until they hit the fence behind him. He only had time to let out a cry before being swallowed alive.

Hagrid said nothing, and Lamia wasn't sure if this was a normal reaction, but when she thought about how she had been different from the beginning, it probably was.

Lamia groped her way, pulled the reins around Buckbeak's neck, exerted force on one foot, jumped up, and sat steadily on its back.

It was as comfortable as imagined. The fur under Lamia was like silk, smooth and warm, even better than Draco's velvet.