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

Madam Pomfrey was no longer there, leaving only a frayed booklet on the ground. Lamia thought she must have gone to ask Snape for help. After all, they were the only two people in the entire school who knew some medical knowledge.

Squatting in front of Hagrid, Lamia noticed that Hagrid was now a little relieved. At least he was no longer foaming at the mouth and didn't look as scary as before.

Calculating the time perfectly, Lamia gently patted Hagrid's cheek, "Hagrid, Hagrid, are you okay?"

Hagrid slowly opened his eyes and was about to say something, but his voice was so hoarse that it was inaudible.

Lamia quickly handed the cup in her hand to Hagrid. She had just picked up a glass of water when she came out of the ward, and it came in handy now.

Hagrid took a few sips before finally speaking again, "Lamia, I'm so sorry, I just fell asleep."

Hagrid didn't know what had happened to him, his last memory was Lamia comforting him, with a gap in between that he couldn't remember anything.

"No, Hagrid, you've been drugged. Madam Pomfrey and I were almost scared to death just now."

Lamia didn't intend to help Draco hide it, especially after witnessing how much Hagrid blamed himself. Lamia didn't think she was a good person, but even she felt that Draco's behavior was inappropriate. Neither those hippogriffs nor Hagrid should be used for pranks.

"Really? But I can't remember anything." Hagrid scratched his head and looked around in confusion. This time he was completely shocked. The ground was covered with dried food residues, and he recognized that they were the rock cakes he had eaten.

"Everything you said is true." Hagrid held his stomach with some regret, thinking that these rock cakes were wasted.

"How do you feel now?" Lamia asked worriedly. After witnessing Hagrid's miserable condition just now, she still felt that Hagrid had not recovered.

"It's okay, I feel fine now, but I'm very hungry." Hagrid smiled embarrassedly. His stomach just made a rumbling sound, but fortunately Lamia didn't hear it.

Of course Lamia knew that Hagrid was hungry, and she heard it, but even if she hadn't heard it, she could have guessed it, after all, Hagrid had almost vomited everything in his stomach.

"Don't tell me you want to go back and eat those bread." Lamia looked at Hagrid and suddenly felt that her guess was accurate.

"Ah, why? Rock pancakes are delicious. Harry and the others like them very much. You just haven't eaten them. If you try them, you will love them too." Hagrid had a look of aftertaste on his face.

"Really?" Lamia didn't believe it. She remembered that Hermione had complained about Hagrid's cooking more than once. She remembered Bath fruit bread, stoat sandwiches, and fudge. None of them were not Hagrid's specialties, but without exception, Hermione had complained about them all, especially the rock cakes.

Lamia still remembered Hermione's description of it: "Eating Hagrid's rock biscuits is like chewing rocks directly. It can knock your teeth out."

Although Lamia didn't quite believe it at first and thought Hermione was exaggerating, she now completely believed it, especially after seeing what Hagrid vomited.

"Then what should I eat?" Hagrid had already stood up, but when he heard this, he sat back down in distress.

"Let's go to the auditorium and eat something else. At least it's something edible." Lamia held her forehead. She always felt like she was the only adult in the world.

"But it's not meal time in the Great Hall right now, so the elves won't be serving food."