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

"Really? Lamia." Harry took a step forward in disbelief, with a look of joy on his brows.

"Of course it's fake, Harry. I hope you have a good time tonight." Lamia said with a wry smile, waving her hand in a playful manner. "Don't forget, I'm a Slytherin, Harry."

"I knew it, no one in Slytherin is good, bro. I told you long ago that Slytherin is most likely to produce dark wizards. Look," Ron said, angered by Harry's dull look after Lamia left. "One Malfoy, and now here comes Nocturne. Slytherin really is..."

"That's enough, Ron, Lamia isn't like that." Harry didn't want to hear anything bad about Lamia, so he interrupted Ron who was talking without thinking.

"You absolutely cannot go there tonight!" Hermione stood with her hands on her hips, "Otherwise, Gryffindor will definitely lose the house cup this year." Her expression was serious, and she opened her arms to stop Harry and the other man who were about to ignore her and leave.

"Mind your own business," Harry and Ron said in unison.

That night, Lamia sat by the window in the lounge, legs crossed, tasting the red liquid in the cup - the black tea provided by Draco, which was said to taste like blood.

"How is it, Lamia?" Draco sat aside, seeming to be looking forward to her answer, his gray eyes shining.

"It doesn't look like black tea, it's more like blood tea." Lamia carefully savored the sweetness left in her mouth. Not only did she know that this was not black tea, she also knew very well that this was made by Draco using his own blood. "It tastes very good, I like it very much, Draco." Lamia did not expose it. This did not harm her at all, did it?

"Perhaps, you will be hungry at night, Lamia?" Draco looked at the girl beside him, whose silver hair was shining brighter in the moonlight. His sight was attracted by her delicate profile. The remaining red traces at the corners of her mouth added a touch of temptation to her originally clear and indifferent appearance. Draco could not help swallowing his saliva. He was greedy for the time alone with Lamia.

"I think you have an appointment to keep, Draco, aren't you going?" Lamia shook the cup in her hand, her eyes empty, and her gaze seemed to have nowhere to focus.

"Lamia, don't you think it would be more interesting to watch them get expelled?" Draco had no intention of going to the appointment at all. This ridiculous bet was just his way of provoking Potter.

Draco knew very well that Harry must have thought that he was going to use Lamia as a bet between the two of them. This was exactly what Draco had designed, a temptation that Potter could hardly refuse.

Draco raised the corners of his mouth in a smug arc, as if he had already seen the scene of Harry leaving the school in disgrace. "Wait, Lamia, where are you going?" Draco did not expect Lamia to suddenly walk out of the lounge. He felt panic in his heart, afraid that she was going to find Harry.

"Just taking a walk outside." Lamia walked out of the lounge with her straight and slender legs. She didn't mean to meddle in other people's business, but there was an extra breath in Hogwarts - a breath that made her familiar but also disgusted. Lamia frowned.

Without Draco's sight, she transformed into a pitch-black bat with white fur, circling around Hogwarts Castle in the night sky, searching for any suspicious scent.

On the other side, Hermione was guarding the door of the Gryffindor common room, and sure enough, she met Harry and Ron sneaking out of the dormitory. "I knew it! You can't go out. Gryffindor can't lose the house cup because of you." Hermione jumped out and blocked their way.

"Oh my god, how can there be such a nosy Gryffindor? He's even more nosy than the house-elves!" Ron complained with his arms crossed.

"Don't worry about her, Ron, let's go." Harry pushed aside the Fat Lady's portrait and climbed out of the cave. "Hermione, you don't know the seriousness of this matter." He turned his head and lowered his voice.

"No matter how serious it is, you can't deduct all the points from Gryffindor. This will affect all the people who have worked hard to get extra points. This is unfair and you are too selfish." Hermione followed them closely, chattering incessantly.

"Who do you think you are? Can you please stop meddling in other people's business?" Ron said angrily, holding his head.

"Stop talking, let's go." Harry grabbed the angry Ron and motioned him to leave quickly.

Hermione was left behind. She turned around and found that the Fat Lady had disappeared at some point. Now there was no way back. She stomped her feet angrily and walked in the direction where the two had disappeared.

Lamia circled in the air. The presence had only appeared briefly, and now no matter how hard she searched, she could find no trace of it.

Lamia landed in front of a quiet window and stopped. Just as she was about to take a rest, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from inside the window, and there was more than one person. She quickly became alert, but soon found that although the breath of the person inside was familiar, it was not the one she was looking for.

Inside were Harry and the other two who had come for the appointment. They had not noticed the black bat hiding on the window, and were searching the room where all kinds of prizes were displayed for Draco, who was not going to show up.

"Maybe he won't come at all, and he just tricked you into going out at night to break the school rules." Hermione said angrily, "And you didn't listen to me at all, and you hurt poor Neville. You are so selfish."

"Oh my God, I can't stand it anymore. Is this all you can do to repeat yourself? And didn't you knock Neville unconscious?" Ron turned around irritably, frowning tightly. "No one cares about what you say, Hermione. Can you please stay out of our business?"

"Shh." Harry interrupted the two people who were arguing, "There's a noise in the next room." The trophy display room on the fourth floor was extremely quiet at night, so the noise coming from the next room was easily heard by several people.

Someone was talking, but it wasn't Malfoy.

"They might be hiding in the corner, dear. You have to smell carefully and find the bad students who violate the school rules."

It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris. Harry, terrified, waved frantically at Ron and Hermione, urging them to leave. They were so frightened that they stopped arguing and followed Harry into hiding.

The three of them were walking quickly along a path covered with armor. In a moment of carelessness, the armor was knocked to the ground by the anxious Ron. The clanging and clattering sound was so loud that it was enough to be heard throughout Hogwarts.

"Run!"

Harry shouted.

None of them dared to look back to see if Filch was behind them. They just lowered their heads, paid attention to their feet, and ran quickly into the distance.

Outside the room, Lamia cast a small spell and easily avoided Filch's sight and entered the trophy display room, but Mrs. Norris keenly noticed her. Her pupils, glowing dark green in the dark night, stared straight in her direction and she let out a sharp cry.

"Dear, have you found it? Where is it?" Filch bent down and followed the cat's line of sight, but saw only darkness. "There's nothing here. Look carefully again." He stroked the cat's soft fur.

Lamia was still in the form of a bat, folding her wings and landing on the ground. Mrs. Loris had no intention of letting her go, and approached her with light steps. Lamia's eyes suddenly glowed red, "Meow." Mrs. Loris's fur instantly stood up, and she quickly jumped into the dark shadows and hid.

Filch in the room heard the loud noise outside, ran to the corner to pick up the frightened cat, and quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.

Lamia glanced at the direction where Harry disappeared, became interested, and flapped her wings at an extremely fast speed. After a while, she found the three people on the path before Filch, and she followed them not too close or too far.

"The first-year students are running around!"