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

After a long while, Madam Pomfrey opened the door. "Okay, he's fine now, but you must be careful from now on. Don't..."

Lamia listened blankly, and suddenly felt a chill on her face. When she touched it, she found that she was crying.

She actually cried.

On the other side, Hagrid's eyes were swollen like walnuts. He took out a small notebook from somewhere and was carefully writing down Madam Pomfrey's precautions on it.

He nodded as he wrote, looking like he was studying seriously.

Lamia: "Ma'am, can I go in and see him?"

Madam Pomfrey paused, and the words of refusal on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back under Lamia's gaze. "Yes, but it's better to be quick. The patient needs rest."

After getting permission, Lamia walked in quickly. At a glance, she saw Draco lying on the bed, dying. His arms were wrapped back and forth with bandages, and his mouth was pale and cracked due to excessive blood loss.

"Draco, I'm sorry."

Lamia sat on the stool beside the bed and grabbed his hand to apologize. His hand seemed even colder than Lamia's, and the purple veins were more obvious against his pale skin.

"Lamia."

Draco's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his gray eyes, looking at Lamia. He applied a little force to his hands, "This is none of your business. It's all that beast's fault."

Lamia did not refute him, but apologized silently in her heart. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Since she came to this world, she has changed a lot. For her, these emotional changes are undoubtedly fatal, but for humans, they are manifestations of human nature.

As Draco was speaking, he suddenly started coughing violently, and his gray eyes became misty.

Lamia was startled and quickly picked up the cup on the table, "Draco, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay, Lamia." Draco's eyelids trembled, and he used his other good hand to support himself, trying to sit up in bed, but he was too weak to even straighten his head.

"Don't move, let me feed you." Lamia sighed, supported Draco's back, put a pillow behind his neck, and slowly fed him the water in the cup.

Draco was flattered and took a big sip. As expected, he choked and kept coughing. The violent movement affected his arm, and the wound that had just shown signs of healing began to bleed again.

Lamia quickly put the cup on the table and patted Draco's back gently, her eyes always wandering between his eyebrows. As long as he felt uncomfortable, Lamia would immediately call Madam Pomfrey.

Draco didn't feel any pain from his injuries. With Lamia beside him, he would rather lie in bed for the rest of his life.

Lamia didn't dare to continue feeding him water. She opened the curtains for a while, wanting to let Draco bask in the sun, but then she felt it was too glaring. She went back and forth several times and thought Draco was annoyed with her, but when she turned around, she saw him smiling at her.

Lamia stopped all her movements for a moment, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, the patient needs enough rest time, so you must go out now." The appearance of Madam Pomfrey broke the awkward atmosphere between the two and saved Lamia's life. Before Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, Lamia started walking out the door.

But it was obvious that Draco was unhappy. He frowned and tried to raise his voice, "Madam Pomfrey, I am the patient. I don't need any rest time alone. Lamia needs to stay here to take care of me."

"No!" Madam Pomfrey refused decisively, even pushing Lamia to make her leave the ward faster. "You don't have the final say here, dishonest boy. If you continue like this, your visiting hours will be revoked tomorrow."

Lamia had already walked to the door when she heard Draco's angry voice again, "Wait, I will tell Dad that the person in front of you is the only heir of the Malfoy family!"

Lamia shook her head and walked to Hagrid's side. The poor big guy's eyes were red and swollen. He snapped his fingers in self-blame, and there were several more wounds on them. "Lamia, I'm such an incompetent professor. Ah, Dumbledore shouldn't have believed in me. I, I should have been a gamekeeper all my life -"

Hagrid rubbed his eyes, his big hands covering his cheeks, sobbing non-stop, "--I betrayed his trust, and I hurt an innocent child. I am guilty."

"Okay, Hagrid, Draco is fine. It's not your fault. You've explained everything very clearly." Lamia wanted to raise her hand to pat Hagrid's back, but she couldn't reach him, so she could only pat his stomach.

"Uh, hiccup—" Hagrid hiccupped while crying, and then he couldn't stop and started hiccuping non-stop, "What's wrong with me, hiccup—"

Lamia looked at her hands guiltily. Could it be that she took the photo?

"Hagrid, would you like me to ask Madam Pomfrey for some medicine for you?"

Hagrid shook his head. He didn't want to trouble Madam Pomfrey, who also had to take care of Draco.

But after a long time, Hagrid still couldn't stop. Not only that, he also had a tendency to vomit, and even his face began to turn pale. It was obvious that something was wrong. Lamia tried her best to support his arm and find the nearest stool.

After Hagrid sat down, he only felt a slight relief. The symptoms did not disappear, but instead felt more intense.

Lamia didn't care whether Hagrid was willing or not, she turned around and pushed open the door of the ward, "Ma'am, I need you to go see Hagrid."

Madam Pomfrey was changing the blood-soaked gauze on Draco. When she heard this, she didn't even turn her head. "No, I'm very busy now. I have several patients back. Tell me what happened to him."

Lamia could only quickly repeat Hagrid's symptoms, but Madam Pomfrey instantly dropped Draco, who was still holding on to half of his body, and ran out the door, still screaming in surprise.

Lamia glanced at Draco briefly, just to see if he was okay, but the glance showed her something else: Draco was worried.

It was rare for him not to look at Lamia, but instead he kept looking out the door. Not only that, he drank a bottle of blood tonic, but his complexion did not recover. Lamia guessed that he must have done something wrong, otherwise he would not be so nervous.

Just as Lamia was about to think about it, a loud bang suddenly came from the distance, like a huge tree falling.

Lamia quickly turned around and saw that Hagrid had fallen to the ground, his whole body twitching and foaming around his mouth, showing signs of being poisoned.

Lamia glanced at Draco again, and he became even more worried, not even noticing the look Lamia was giving him.

Lamia understood everything. She no longer looked at Draco and hurried over to join Madam Pomfrey in giving Hagrid first aid.

"He has food poisoning. He must vomit out everything he has eaten." Madam Pomfrey saw Hagrid's condition at a glance. She fumbled in her pocket and took out several bottles of potion.

After drinking one of the bottles, Hagrid's stomach began to heave violently, and then Lamia saw a large pile of flaky bread being spit out of his mouth.

"Oh my God, oh my God, what did he eat!" Madam Pomfrey kept pouring potion into Hagrid's mouth, and couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw the food residue coming out of the corners of his mouth.

She had never seen anyone eat so many strange foods, such as bread as hard as stone, which looked like it had not been digested for a long time.

After a while, Hagrid vomited everything in his stomach, but he didn't wake up. Not only that, he was obviously unconscious, but he was still holding his stomach, looking very painful.

"What's going on?" Madame Pomfrey was surprised and used her wand to check Hagrid's condition, but she found nothing. "Merlin, why isn't he well yet? What happened?"

Madam Pomfrey stood up anxiously, took out the medical booklet she carried with her, and kept searching in it, but she still couldn't find any useful information.

Seeing Hagrid in increasing pain, Lamia made a decisive move and returned to the ward. "Draco, what drug did you give Hagrid? He's in great pain now. Give me the antidote quickly."

Lamia's tone was not very good. She now felt that Draco had brought it entirely upon himself.

"No, that's not the case, Lamia." Draco was eager to defend himself. He struggled to get up from the bed, not caring about the wound on his arm. "I was going to feed those beasts. Who knew Hagrid made those biscuits for himself? I never knew people could eat that kind of stuff."

After Draco finished speaking, he lowered his head in annoyance, but he did not blame himself. He did not think Hagrid's pain was something very important to him.

"Just tell me how to undo this potion." Lamia frowned irritably and turned her head away. Draco was going too far.

"There's no antidote, so it's not actually poison, it's just a prank." Draco thought of his original plan and moved his arm proudly, but ignored the wound on it. Sure enough, he let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"How can we make him return to normal?" Lamia covered her ears. She was almost out of patience. Although she now knew that Hagrid was not in any danger, she still couldn't suppress her dissatisfaction with Draco.

"No, it will recover in about ten minutes, that's what the instructions say anyway." Draco put his arm back on the brace with a grin.

Lamia didn't respond to him, and after getting the answer, she immediately returned to Hagrid.