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

"No, Lamia, go to sleep." Draco's brows twitched slightly. He was very surprised by Lamia's words, but he couldn't do that, as it would scare her.

"Really? But this makes me uncomfortable." Lamia was held tightly by Draco, leaving almost no space, which made her feel particularly uncomfortable as she had just eaten.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry." Draco quickly moved away, leaving enough space, but his arms still wrapped around her slender waist.

"I'm sleepy, Draco." Lamia's eyelids felt sore and a few tears flowed out.

"Did I hurt you, Lamia?" Draco waited anxiously for Lamia to speak with caution and worry that he himself didn't even notice.

"No, I just want to sleep."

Lamia said.

Lamia felt the strong heartbeat of the boy opposite her and slowly fell asleep. After she fell asleep, the velvet quilt on the bed was completely covered by Draco. Draco on the side tried his best to control his heavy eyelids, and his gaze was fixed on her.

When Lamia woke up again, she found herself in the boys' dormitory of Hogwarts. The difference was that the decoration here seemed a bit old compared to what she had seen before.

Lamia moved her body, and there was a sound of water beneath her. She reached out and found that she was locked in a transparent box with her bright red palm prints left on it.

Lamia looked at her palm in disbelief. It was bright red, and sticky liquid slowly dripped down her body as she moved. She was surprised to find herself soaked in a transparent coffin filled with blood.

And from her understanding, the blood here was fresh and the bloody smell was particularly strong.

Lamia tried to break the coffin lid with her hands, but found that she had not fully recovered, at least she still lacked strength. This was not good news, and her current situation was very dangerous.

She was frightened by Tom's feelings for her, and the environment here also felt unfamiliar to her.

Just as Lamia was getting anxious, the door was opened from the outside and a pair of legs in shiny leather shoes stepped into the room.

It's Tom.

He looked very gentle, but when he saw Lamia open her eyes, surprise and panic instantly appeared on his face. "Lamia, I knew you were still alive."

Tom didn't dare to say how panicked he felt when he picked up the unconscious Lamia. He couldn't even hear her heartbeat. Her cold body pierced his heart like a sharp blade, and endless pain continued to spread throughout his limbs.

Tom didn't know how long he walked with the cold Lamia in his arms, and how many doctors he sought help from, but everyone told him: she was dead.

But there was always a voice in his mind: Lamia is not dead, she is just dormant and needs you to wake her up.

This voice strengthened his determination to wake up Lamia. He ignored everyone and insisted on putting Lamia in his room, changing her clothes and cleaning her every day. He knew that Lamia was not an ordinary human being, and he found that Lamia's body had not rotted for a long time, which made him more convinced that she was not dead.

Originally, Tom planned to wait like this until one day, a man with a long black beard who claimed to be a professor at the magic academy came here. He told Tom that he was a person with magical talent and needed to go to Hogwarts to study.

He had known it for a long time. When Lamia first appeared and used magic, he discovered that he could do it too, and even better.

"No." He heard himself say this and turned to look at Lamia who was lying quietly. She seemed to be asleep, and she was so well-behaved that it didn't seem like her at all. He didn't like it.

"What if Hogwarts can save her?"

Dumbledore is indeed the wisest wizard. With just one glance, he realized that the dead girl was the weak spot of the handsome boy in front of him.

So Tom quickly packed up his things and followed Dumbledore to the magic school he mentioned, a magnificent and mysterious castle.

But Tom soon discovered that Dumbledore was lying to him and that he had no way of saving Lamia.

"You lied to me." Tom clenched his fingers into a fist, with murderous eyes.

"Tom, you are excellent, and Hogwarts will help you become even better. As for the well-intentioned concealment, I admit that I lied to you, but it was also for your sake." Dumbledore admitted frankly without even hiding anything.

Tom knew that he could not deal with Dumbledore, so he could only pretend to understand his good intentions and said with a smile that he would study magic well.

After getting the answer he wanted, Dumbledore left, leaving Tom standing there blankly with a smile on his face.

From then on, Tom seemed like a different person. He played the role of a good student in Dumbledore's mind, helpful, hardworking, and with a warm smile even when no one was around. But Lamia would find that his smile was exactly the same as when she faced strangers, so fake it looked real.

Things took a turn for the better when Tom accidentally discovered the restricted area. He never stopped looking for a way to wake up Lamia, but there was no content about resurrection and death in the books at Hogwarts until he heard the news about Horcruxes and death from Professor Slughorn.

Tom felt like he was reborn. He took advantage of the night to find the book that contained his only hope. Following the instructions in the book, he poured almost two-thirds of his blood into the prepared transparent coffin.

"I should have thought of it earlier. You are not human. Fortunately, I hope it is not too late now." Tom collapsed on the ground due to excessive blood loss. He frantically poured blood tonic into his mouth. After recovering a little, he repeated the bleeding action until the blood in the coffin submerged half of Lamia's body.

In the following time, Tom was even busier. Not only did he have to focus on his studies, but he also had to make enough blood tonic to replace his blood.

In fact, there are many other students' blood that can be used in the academy, but Tom didn't want Lamia to have their scent on her, so he used his own blood. When he thought that Lamia would only have his scent on her after waking up, Tom was so excited that he could hardly hide the corners of his mouth.

"Lamia, you'd better wake up soon." He held Lamia's slender pale hand and wiped the blood off it with a towel.

Time passed little by little. It was already Tom's third year at Hogwarts. He kept repeating the methods in the forbidden book, but Lamia still didn't wake up.

On this day, Tom finished class as usual and returned to the dormitory to replace Lamia's blood. However, he was surprised to find that Lamia, who had been lifeless in the coffin, was now looking at him with her crimson eyes.

He could hardly hide his excitement, but he did not forget to straighten his wrinkled clothes, then walked towards her, mentally anticipating the first words she would say to him.

Lamia looked at Tom walking towards her, her heart trembling. Tom was completely different from what she had imagined. His posture was more upright, and the childish face in her memory had become more mature. Her memory was still stuck on the time when she was imprisoned by him. With a little fear in her heart, she shrank back unnaturally.

This action made the originally excited Tom stop in his tracks. He glanced at Lamia. From his eyes, Lamia seemed to not feel the loss and anger she should have, and all that was left was possession and greed for her.

Lamia sighed inaudibly. She understood everything and knew that Tom would never hurt her again. The slight fear in her heart gradually disappeared.

Lamia sat up from the coffin, deliberately ignoring Tom who had stopped in front of her. Touching her sticky hair, she frowned, supported herself with her hands, stood up from the coffin and walked towards the shower room, as if she completely ignored Tom.

The sound of water coming from inside made Tom, who was quietly moving to the door, feel excited. He knew very well that Lamia's behavior meant that she was really awake.

"As long as you wake up, we will have plenty of time in the future."