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

It's Snape.

He hid in the darkness, his black robe faintly visible in the faint moonlight.

"Quirrel, it's so late. Are you staying here to keep watch for Filch? I didn't know you had such a great love." Snape took slow steps, the tip of the wand in his hand glowing.

"Snape, I, I don't know what you are talking about." Quirrell quickly turned into the stuttering professor he used to be. "I, I can't sleep at night."

"Quirrel, I know what you're planning." Snape narrowed his eyes and glared at him, scanning his surroundings, even the soles of his shoes.

"You better not get caught by me."

Snape, who found nothing, could only leave with his black robe and soon disappeared into the night.

Lamia was still hiding behind the pillar.

"Master, Snape betrayed you. Do you want me to kill him?" Quirrell picked up the mirror and scratched his neck.

"No need. Pillar." The owner of the hoarse voice was not interrupted by the previous episode. He had no intention of sparing Lamia.

"Yes Master."

"No need." Lamia transformed into a human form and walked out from behind the pillar. Her long silver hair flew through the air as she moved, emitting bursts of cool fragrance.

"I won't meddle in other people's business. You can do whatever you want." Lamia's deep red pupils reflected Quirrell who had his back turned in front of her, a terrifying face staring at her.

"You are not human," he said.

"Isn't it strange? Who said that Hogwarts students can only be human?" Lamia stood straight, the breeze blowing up the corners of her robe, and her aura was exactly the same as Voldemort in front of her.

Voldemort's eyes were dim. He inexplicably felt that this exquisite silver-haired girl was very familiar, especially the unspeakable throbbing in his heart made him at a loss.

"leave."

Quirrell turned around and said, "I'll remember you. Master will let you go, but if you tell anyone about this, I will kill you." His face was fierce, and he was not at all nervous as he was when facing Snape just now.

After Quirrell left, Lamia carefully recalled the face she had just seen. It overlapped with the face with deep blue eyes in her memory, especially the look in his eyes that was looking at her, which was exactly the same.

"Very good, it turns out this isn't just a dream."

Lamia muttered to herself.

She now understood that this so-called master was probably closely related to Tom, or even Tom himself. Although he seemed to have no memory of the dream, he must have feelings for her, otherwise he would not have let her go. After all, according to his posture just now, she would not be able to escape death.

"Tom, you have so many secrets."

At night, Lamia turned into a bat again. She had no habit of sleeping on an empty stomach, and she had a tough battle to fight in her dream.

For convenience, she sneaked directly into Draco's dormitory and transformed into a human form on the ground.

As the young master of the Malfoy family, he of course lived in a single room, which could even be said to be the most luxurious in the entire Hogwarts. Everywhere he looked, he would see expensive magical instruments.

"Tsk." Even Lamia, who once lived in extreme luxury, felt jealous now.

She stepped on the soft carpet and walked towards the window. The velvet quilt covered Draco loosely, leaving only his platinum head exposed. His eyes were closed and he was sleeping soundly.

Lamia sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers stroking his eyes and smooth forehead.

Draco's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Lamia suddenly wanted to do something bad. The corners of her mouth curled up, and she covered Draco's eyes with her hands as he was about to open them.

"Who is it?" Draco, who was woken up, was resentful. He stretched out his hands from the warm quilt and tried to pry open the hands covering his eyes.

Lamia thought about it and used magic to control the ribbon on the cabinet to tightly wrap Draco's moving hands.

"What are you doing! My father is the school director. If anything happens to me, he won't forgive you!" Draco shook his head frantically, trying to break free from Lamia, but she was not the powerless girl in his dream, and Draco had no chance of winning.

Lamia brushed across Draco's soft lips and bit them lightly with evil intentions. Sure enough, Draco was struck by lightning and began to struggle even more violently.

"I won't let you go!" His anger was like a rainstorm in June, coming unexpectedly.

Lamia hadn't expected his reaction to be so strong. Even though she had just tied him up, she had only threatened him and hadn't felt any anger. But now...

"Really?" Lamia bit Draco's fair and small earlobe again, put it in her mouth, and kept nibbling it with her teeth. She controlled the intensity very well, leaving only transparent water stains and a red mark on it.

"Lamia?" Draco's cheeks flushed when he heard the voice, and his eyelashes made Lamia's palms itchy.

"Yeah." Lamia let go of her hand, and her pair of watery gray eyes looked at her without blinking, as if inviting her to continue.

"What? Are you not angry anymore?" Lamia rubbed his red earlobe with a smile in her eyes.

"No." Draco shyly pulled the quilt up, covering his red neck and tempting white chest.

"I'm hungry."

Lamia's empty stomach made her feel a little impatient, and she pounced on Draco without even waiting for his reply.

Draco only had time to let out a cry of surprise before Lamia pinned him down.

After a long time, Lamia finally raised her head from Draco's neck and rubbed his neck soothingly, "Draco, I really can't leave you."

Just as Lamia was about to throw off the quilt and go to sleep, she was pushed onto the bed by a pair of hands with bulging veins. "Lamia, don't get so close to me." Draco's voice was suppressed, his body was trembling, and the quilt was held tightly by him.

Lamia had seen this scene before with Harry, and said considerately, "Don't worry, I won't do anything but sleep."

"No, no, the situation is a bit special. Can you close your eyes first?" Draco's face turned redder, and his tone was pleading.

"it is good."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lamia felt a piece of clothing covering her head, which exuded a refreshing scent unique to young people. Her vision was completely blocked and she could only hear the sound of water.

"All right."

Lamia was quickly pulled into the warm bed, but Draco beside her exuded a chill, even colder than her.

"Go to sleep, Lamia." Draco took off the pajamas covering her head and threw them aside, then hugged her naturally.

Only then did Lamia realize that Draco beside her was shirtless, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes deliberately closed, as if waiting for her to take the initiative.

"Draco, you look distressed. Do you need my help?"

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