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

The sudden sharp sound startled several people, and even Lamia, who was following behind them, was frightened so much that the white hair on her head trembled.

It was Peeves, who had jumped out of the empty classroom at some point and was standing in front of them.

"You nasty first-year brats, you're not sleeping in the middle of the night and wandering around the campus, violating school rules! You must be caught and punished." Peeves rolled his eyes around, then spoke with a wicked smile.

"As long as you keep it to yourself, no one will know, Peeves, please."

Harry pleaded.

"If the school rules are violated, you should tell Filch. Otherwise, what's the point of having school rules? They are for the healthy growth of children and for your own good." Peeves thought of a legitimate reason for himself to be funny, with an expression of watching a good show.

"Damn it, get out of my way!" Ron, who was already full of anger, scolded Peeves rudely and hit it, and then the farce happened.

"The freshmen are not sleeping and are wandering around the campus! The freshmen are not sleeping and are wandering around the campus!" Peeves shouted loudly and repeatedly, and his sharp and piercing voice almost woke up the entire Hogwarts.

"Run!" Hermione was the first to react, leading the way past Peeves who was overhead and running forward.

They reached the end of the corridor and bumped into a locked door. "Open the door!" Ron looked back nervously, as if he had heard Filch's footsteps.

Harry took out the wand he had prepared long ago from his arms and hesitated.

"Let me do it!" Hermione snatched the wand roughly. "Alaho."

"Click" the door lock opened, and several people rushed in without seeing the situation inside clearly. Lamia took the opportunity to squeeze in through the gap in the door that had never been closed.

After the three of them closed the door, they dared not make any noise. They stayed close to the door panel and listened carefully to the sounds outside, oblivious to everything around them. However, Lamia in the corner noticed the behemoth behind them - a vicious dog with three heads, which was drooling with foul smell and staring at the three people who suddenly broke in.

Lamia frowned and glanced at Harry, but was soon frightened by the sudden thought in her mind. She actually wanted to save him. This was too terrible.

Filch, who was attracted by the door, looked around and found nothing, so he could only leave cursing.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the door panel, then looked at Ron in confusion because he kept pulling at his sleeve.

Harry looked back along the direction of his hand and saw three smelly dog ​​mouths spraying hot air at them. In the huge, smelly mouths, sticky saliva like ropes was dripping from its yellowed dog teeth.

Harry knew it just hadn't recovered from their sudden intrusion. He tremblingly reached for the doorknob and turned it. He would rather face Filch than this monster.

The door opened, and they stepped back, one step at a time, before slamming the door shut and running back into the corridor at a speed comparable to a Nimbus 2000. They didn't care about Filch, after all, death was obviously more terrifying. They didn't stop until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady on the eighth floor.

"I knew it—I told you—" Hermione gasped, her voice breaking, but Harry and Ron knew full well she was blaming them.

The Fat Lady returned to the portrait, "Pig nose." Several people entered the lounge smoothly. Neville did not leave, but was waiting for them.

"What did you do?"

It was no wonder Neville asked that question. They looked extremely embarrassed. All three of them were sweating profusely, their faces flushed, and their robes hung messily on their shoulders.

"Don't ask, there's nothing." Harry swallowed and trembled, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.

"You - have never listened to me - Malfoy is lying to you -" Hermione was sweating and her lips were dry. She looked very uncomfortable, but she still did not forget to teach them a lesson.

Harry and Ron slumped in their armchairs, looking at each other. They both understood what the other meant - they now knew that Hermione was right, but they didn't want to admit their mistakes.

"What on earth do they want to do! Locking a monster like that in the corridor? This is Hogwarts, isn't it known as the safest place in the wizarding world?" Ron changed the subject after catching his breath.

"What are your eyes for? Can't you see what it's standing on?" Hermione didn't expect the two to apologize to her, but she was not happy about Ron's abrupt change of subject.

"On the floor? I didn't notice." Harry tried hard to recall, but all he could think of was the smelly dog's mouth.

"It's a trapdoor!"

Hermione said angrily.

"It's obviously guarding something."

She stood up and glared at them with angry eyes. "We almost got bitten to death, or worse - expelled from school. Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed!"

"Who cares? You're talking like we have to take you there."

Ron curled his lips.

Hermione made no move to answer Ron; she was extremely tired, while Harry was pondering what was under the trapdoor and seemed to have some idea of ​​what it was.

On the other side, Lamia was locked inside the door by three people.

But the three-headed dog didn't notice the inconspicuous bat in the corner, even though she had a white head.

It lay on the trapdoor again, with three huge heads pressing against the door, its muddy yellow pupils covered by heavy eyelids. Lamia took the opportunity to slip out.

Lamia, who had just flown out of the door, sensed the breath again, and it was very close. She flew towards the direction of the breath without hesitation.

"Master, I found it."

It was Quirrell. Lamia hid behind a pillar, watching Quirrell holding a mirror and talking to himself, with another terrifying face on the back of his head.

"Behind me." A hoarse and low voice sounded. Quirrell turned around quickly, but found no one. "Nothing is wrong, Master."

"Pillar." The owner of the voice seemed extremely weak and could only utter a few words intermittently.

Quirrell cautiously wrapped his turban around his head and walked towards Lamia step by step. As he got closer, the smell became stronger and stronger, accompanied by a disgusting smell of garlic.

Lamia looked around but didn't find any suitable place to hide, and Quirrell was getting closer and closer. Just as she was hesitating whether to show up and strike first, another voice sounded from a distance.

"Qiluo, what are you doing?"