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

Lamia woke up again and found herself in Wall Orphanage, a dilapidated orphanage located in a remote suburb of London.

"System, what is the result of the mission?" Lamia stood up and looked around the orphanage.

[The mission failed. It's a pity that the host couldn't change the fate of the Potters. However, the host should not be discouraged. There will be opportunities later.]

"How could it be! He must be dead," Lamia recalled with all her might. "I'm sure the final blow hit him."

[I'm sorry, host, Voldemort has a Horcrux and can be resurrected. ]

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Lamia suppressed her anger.

[The host loses consciousness. To prevent the host from dying, the system will forcibly bring him back.]

Lamia, who had never lost her temper before, felt like she couldn't suppress her emotions at this moment.

"So what's going on now?" The aristocratic etiquette she was taught since childhood helped her regain control and Lamia calmed down.

[Host, jumping timelines is very dangerous, so I brought you back to 1988 and placed you in this orphanage. Please explore the rest of the story on your own.]

Lamia walked to the lake and, with the help of the reflection of the water, saw her current appearance clearly: her waist-length silver hair had become much shorter as she aged, and now, like the first melting frost and snow under the moonlight, it was delicate and lustrous, gently draped over her delicate shoulders, complementing the graceful lines of her swan-like neck.

The silver-haired girl was wearing a dark red silk dress with delicate golden lace at the neckline and cuffs, like lace woven with fine gold threads, adding a touch of luxury and elegance to the red.

"Oh my God, sweetheart, come here quickly, don't stand so close!" An anxious voice sounded from behind Lamia. She turned around and saw a middle-aged woman. She seemed to have misunderstood something and was looking at her with a comforting expression.

"Hello, madam. I am Lamia Nocturne." Lamia bowed and greeted her politely with proper etiquette.

"Sweetheart, how did you get here?" The middle-aged woman hugged Lamia and took her to an open space far away from the lake.

"My mother doesn't want me anymore, and my father is dead," tears flowed from her delicate ruby-like eyes, "Madam, can I stay here?" The girl's eyes were full of pleading, and her tender little face was covered with tears.

Sana's heart was about to melt. She couldn't believe that someone would abandon such a beautiful and lovely girl. "Oh, poor sweetheart, don't worry, God allows you to stay here." She made the sign of the cross on her chest. "I am the dean here. May God bless you."

"Really? Dean Mama." Lamia wiped the tears from her face tremblingly and smiled widely, "Thank you for taking me in." She hugged Sana's neck affectionately.

"Oh, look, what a polite girl! She's much better than those cunning guys who only know how to make trouble!" Shanna gently hugged Lamia in her arms. "I'll take you to eat something."

Lamia was placed in front of a low table with a plate of beans and chicken on it. "Honey, eat quickly." Sana pinched Lamia's little hand on her lap with heartache.

Lamia suppressed her nausea and stuffed the food on the plate into her mouth with a fork. "It's so pitiful. The poor little guy hasn't eaten for a long time." Sana wiped her red eyes with a handkerchief.

Lamia ran to a corner where no one was paying attention and vomited violently almost as soon as Shanna left. "It smells disgusting."

As purebloods, human food is what they hate the most, especially dirty meat.

At night, Lamia lay in her little bed, and Sana stayed by her side all the time. "Go to sleep, sweetheart, I will always be here." Sana gently stroked Lamia's silver hair.

Lamia could only force herself to change her habits and force herself to fall asleep. With her amazing control, she miraculously fell asleep.

In her dream, she came to the door of Wall Orphanage and saw a woman with a big belly asking for help.

She stood by and watched coldly. She would not save humans. But many people came behind her and carried the woman into the room. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a baby crying rang out from the room.

Lamia was a little curious. She didn't know that human children crawled out of their mother's belly like a parasite. She walked to the baby and stopped. He was very small. Although he opened his mouth to cry, his eyes were closed.

It's so noisy! Lamia frowned irritably. The baby seemed to have heard something and shut up, no longer crying, but its little hands kept clawing at its body. Lamia put her fingers into the baby's hands. They were soft and warm, and she felt even more magical. Their blood race had been cold since birth.

The people in the house were busy rescuing the woman, and no one noticed the newborn baby and Lamia beside him.

Lamia was very curious. She wanted to know how such a weak baby could survive here without a mother to take care of him?

But before she could figure it out, she was pulled out. Lamia, who had just left the dream, quickly put the question behind her because she was hungry.

She sat up and found that Shanna beside her had left at some point, and she was the only one left in the room.

She pressed her shriveled stomach. Lamia's current energy or magic could only sustain her for 10 days without food. Since she came to this world, she had only drunk animal blood, which was useless. Her body urgently needed the nourishment of human blood.

Lamia's mind moved, and her body shrank and turned into a bat. She flapped her wings and followed the direction she remembered to the room where the boys slept.

She landed on the ground and changed into human form. She picked and chose among them and chose a fat man who looked like he had a lot of blood. She picked him up and walked out. The fat man was startled and woke up. Just as he was about to scream, Lamia blew at him and the fat man fell asleep again.

After a while, Lamia threw the pale fat man back on the bed with satisfaction, and then returned to her room. Shanna was looking for her anxiously everywhere.

"Sweetheart, where have you been?" Sana held Lamia's little hand, "You must be cold, go back to sleep." Lamia smiled sweetly at her, then lay down on the bed obediently.

Shanna covered Lamia with a thick blanket again and said, "Don't run around next time. I'll go get you a blanket. If I come back I won't be able to find you and I'll be worried."

Lamia nodded in obedience and closed her eyes.

In this way, Lamia stayed in the orphanage until she was 11 years old. During this period, she did not disguise herself, so that the children in the orphanage would cover their necks and run away frantically as soon as they saw her.