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

"What do you mean?"

Hagrid looked at Lamia in confusion, as if he hadn't heard clearly.

Lamia repeated, and Hagrid seemed unsure of what to say now that he realized what was happening.

"You should know, Lamia, we went to the auditorium together later." Although Hagrid didn't understand, he still told Lamia everything he could remember.

"Well, after you left last time, I wanted to give the rock biscuits that fell on the ground to Buckbeak and the others, but I couldn't help myself and ate them all."

Hagrid was still a little embarrassed. He suddenly stood up and took out another pot of tooth-softening rock cakes from under the stove.

"Luckily I left some for you to try. I know Hermione likes it very much, and Lamia can try it too." Hagrid said cheerfully. He felt that he was very generous.

Lamia and Hermione looked at each other and stood up decisively from their seats. "Hagrid, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first. Remember to go to the headmaster's office tomorrow."

Lamia and Hermione left Hagrid's hut quickly after they finished talking. If they stayed any longer, Lamia felt that Hagrid would make her another rock cake.

After separating from Hermione, Lamia planned to return to her dormitory. This time, she deliberately chose a route with few people. As a result, on the way back, she saw Harry.

Lamia watched Harry carefully hide in the Forbidden Forest with a big black dog. She just took a look and was about to go back, but Sirius discovered her.

Sirius spotted Lamia as she approached them, and he bit the corner of Harry's clothes, leading him in Lamia's direction.

"Lamia, why are you here?" As soon as Harry came out of the Forbidden Forest, he saw the silver-haired girl standing in the forest.

Under the moonlight, she looked so pure, but behind the silver light, purity seemed to be just an appearance.

"Harry, I was just trying to get back to the dorms. I didn't mean to come here to disturb you."

Lamia said.

"It's okay, Godfather just wants to teach me the Patronus Charm, you can come with me." Harry said with a smile.

But Lamia shook her head, "No, Harry, I've learned."

Not only Harry, but even Sirius was surprised. It was the first time he heard of a student learning such a difficult spell in the third grade, and without any professor's instruction.

However, Lamia was still asked to watch Harry learn the Patronus Charm here and give him advice. She didn't want to agree at first, but if she didn't agree, she always felt as if she couldn't survive the gaze of this big dog.

After Lamia was forced to agree, Sirius turned into a human form. He looked much more handsome than when they first met. At least Lamia felt a lot more comfortable looking at him.

"Okay, okay, Harry, Lamia, you both need to listen carefully, I will explain it in detail." Sirius cleared his throat. He was not sure whether Lamia had really learned it, but instead treated her and Harry as teaching objects.

Lamia felt that this was unnecessary, especially considering the huge risk he was taking, considering that the Soul Eater and Connelly were searching for him all over the world.

"I'm going to teach you a spell first. This spell will only work when you concentrate your mind. You should try your best to recall something happy." Sirius took a few steps on the spot with pretentiousness.

Harry closed his eyes and thought back, searching for happy memories. His experience at the Dursleys' certainly had nothing to do with happy memories. Finally, he tried to remember the first time he rode a broomstick.

"Yes," he said. "Try to recall as accurately as possible the wonderful feeling of that ascent."

"And the spell—" Sirius waved his wand, "Expecto Patronus."

"Expecto Patronus," Harry repeated in a low voice. "Expecto Patronus."

"And you, Lamia, you also have to recall happy memories, and they must be enough to make you laugh out loud." Sirius walked to Lamia, his eyes were like Professor Binns looking at poor students.

"Sir, you must have taken the History of Magic course," Lamia said suddenly.

Sirius was stunned for a moment, then left without saying anything.

But later Lamia still practiced the Patronus Charm again according to Sirius's instructions.

Although Lamia had already learned it, it was Draco who taught her after all, and she herself hadn't learned it. Lamia felt that she still needed to see how a real teacher taught.

Harry had been rapidly forcing himself to think about his first broomstick flight, and he kept getting distracted by the voices of Lamia and Sirius.

"Exocampus—no, Patronus—sorry—Exocampus Patronus, Exocampus Patronus." Harry made several mistakes in a row before he finally made a little progress.

Something suddenly and rapidly spurted out from the end of his wand. It looked like a wisp of silvery gas.

"See that?" Harry said excitedly. "Something's happening."

"Very good," said Sirius, smiling. "Well then - let me see, why don't we try it on a Dementor? Are you ready?"

Lamia was shocked. As a wanted prisoner, where did Sirius get such courage?

"Sir, are you sure?" Lamia didn't want to be implicated at all, so she finally decided to persuade him, maybe he would change his mind.

But the result was not ideal. Sirius seemed to have prepared the props early - a captured Soul Eater.

"All right," said Harry nervously, clutching his wand tightly as he slowly walked over to the trunk Sirius had placed in the clearing.

He tried to remember the flight, but some other memory always interrupted, and at any moment now he might be thinking again of his life at the Dursleys' and worrying about tomorrow, but he shouldn't think about these things or he would hear other voices again, and he didn't want that, did he?

While Harry was still thinking about something else, Sirius grabbed the lid of the box and pulled it open.

A Dementor emerged slowly from the trunk, its hooded face turned towards Harry, a glowing, crusted, rotting hand grasping its cloak.

At this time, the moonlight above seemed to be covered by clouds, and the light around was swallowed up by darkness, falling into nothingness.

The Dementor emerged from the trunk and began to walk quickly and silently towards Harry, taking a deep breath. A chill ran through him—"Expecto Patronus!" Harry cried. "Expecto Patronus! Expecto Patronus—"

The Dementor began to melt... Harry fell down again in the thick white fog, and his mother's voice sounded in his mind, and it became louder and louder. The voice echoed in his mind - "Don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry! Please - I promise anything -"

"Get out of the way—get out of the way,"

"Harry!"

Harry came back to reality, lying on his back on the ground, the moon above his head was spit out by the clouds, and there was light around him again. He didn't need to ask what had happened just now.

"Sorry," he muttered, sitting up and feeling a cold sweat running down behind his glasses.

Lamia took out a frog-shaped chocolate from her pocket. Draco had given it to her a long time ago, saying it could help her relieve her emotions and practice the Patronus Charm better, but Lamia didn't use it.

"Eat it before you try again," Lamia said. "Perhaps this will help you."

Sirius nodded as well.

"No, Harry, I didn't expect you to succeed on your first try. To be honest, I'd be surprised if you did."

"Really? I find it too hard," muttered Harry, biting the frog's head off. "I heard Mum's voice - and his - Voldemort -"

Sirius froze. "Harry, I'd understand if you didn't want to go on—"

Even though Lamia didn't understand Harry, she still tried to help him, which was totally uncharacteristic of her.

"I have to keep going!" Harry said furiously, stuffing the rest of the frog into his mouth. "I have to do this. What if the Dementors show up again? Last time we played Quidditch against Ravenclaw, the Soul Eater showed up and ended up making me fall out of the air."

Lamia never liked watching Quidditch. She thought it was just aerial acrobatics and not interesting at all, so she was completely unaware of this matter.

"Well then..." Sirius said, "perhaps you should choose another memory, a happy one. I mean, a different one, and think about it intently. The memory you just had doesn't seem strong enough."

Harry thought hard, and decided that Gryffindor winning the House Cup the year before would certainly qualify as a happy memory.

He gripped his wand again and stood in front of the trunk.

"Are you ready?" asked Sirius, tightening his grip on the trunk lid.

"Ready," said Harry, trying to fill his mind with happy memories of Gryffindor's victory and not with the awful things that might happen when the lid opened.

Lamia was watching from the side and felt nervous for Harry. Although she had learned it, she had never really faced a Soul Eater. Lamia suddenly wanted to try it too.