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

After Lamia washed off the sticky blood on her body, she looked around and could only find a towel that looked relatively clean. Even though she was very disgusted with this thing of unknown origin, she had lost all her magic power and could only use it to wipe her hair.

"Click" the shower door opened, and a gust of hot air with a cool fragrance hit Tom's face who was standing by. Lamia was barefoot, wearing the blue silk nightgown he had prepared. Her white and round toes stepped on the soft carpet, and her silver hair was slightly dried, but still dripping with water.

Lamia felt uncomfortable all over. She could clearly feel the abnormality in her body. Since she woke up in the coffin, her body temperature had been rising continuously. Even her heart, which had never beaten before, was trembling, but the magic power that should have recovered was not moving at all.

All these phenomena were telling Lamia that she was no longer the noble and proud pureblood, at least not here.

Lamia found it difficult to describe her current mood. It was as heavy as if she had swallowed a whole troll, disgusting and depressing.

She had been instilled with aristocratic consciousness since she was a child, but now her identity has become the lowest human being, a lowly animal that they treat as food. She could not accept this.

Tom stood beside Lamia, watching her silently as she sat on the chair. Lamia was holding his towel in her hand, wiping her dripping hair dully.

He could feel the depression emanating from her. "Lamia, let me help you." Tom gently took the towel and wiped her head. "I know you are upset, but can you be happy for me? I can't lose you."

A subtle stubbornness flashed across his deep blue eyes, then quickly disappeared. "This is Hogwarts. Even though you have no magical powers, I won't let you be driven away."

Lamia just listened, letting Tom stroke her head. Her hair had already dried, but he didn't remove his hand. His rough, hot palm kept rubbing against her scalp. Lamia felt irritated for no reason. "Tom, you never asked me."

"Lamia, the situation you were in at that time... I had no choice but to do this, even if you didn't understand me." Tom reluctantly withdrew his hand and leaned on the armrest of the chair. He lowered his head, and the two of them were very close. Lamia seemed to be sitting in his arms, and the masculine scent instantly surrounded her.

"I gave you a second life. You stay with me forever, okay?" The hot air sprayed from Tom swept across Lamia's forehead. The atmosphere between the two was very strange.

"Tom, I won't belong to anyone, you don't understand." Lamia raised her head, and her red eyes met a pair of gentle but dark eyes without a trace of hesitation, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss under the sea, and all the murderous intentions were hidden beneath the abyss.

"I don't need to understand. As long as you stay by my side, I don't care about anything else." Tom straightened up and smiled self-deprecatingly. "You always have your own ideas. I will never be ranked in your heart."

"Lamia, even if you don't want to, I won't let you go. You can only be mine. From the first time I saw you, I knew that you would only belong to me in this life." Tom turned his back, his tone gradually becoming sharper. "Hogwarts is not as safe as you think, so I'm sorry to have you stay here."

Tom took out the wand from his arms and waved it casually. A chain woven with magic came out from the tip, wrapped around Lamia's now fragile and thin ankles, and then penetrated into the skin. The other end was moved from the tip of the wand to the palm of Tom's hand and quickly disappeared.

"I will come to see you every day and will not let you go hungry." Tom said this and left the house without looking back. Although his movements were steady and quick, Lamia knew very well that Tom was scared. He did not even look back at her. His movements were so quick as if he was running away.

Lamia's face was calm as she continued to sit quietly. It wasn't that she had no feelings for Tom, but that didn't allow her to allow others to deprive her of her freedom.

Lamia waited until it was getting dark outside before she calmly mobilized the almost exhausted magic power in her body and barely transformed into a bat form.

The bat with white hair on its head flew up from the chair nimbly. Tom was no longer someone she could deal with. The only option now was to run away. As for the chain, as long as she hid deep enough, she didn't believe he could find it.

Lamia jumped out of the window. The wind was whistling around her. Hogwarts at night was as cold as an ice world, and Lamia's teeth were chattering with cold.

Relying on her remaining memories, she hid under the trunk of the Whomping Willow, thinking it might be safe there.

The temperature was getting lower and lower, and Lamia was no longer the cold vampire she used to be, so she began to feel drowsy and dizzy. Finally, the little bat closed her heavy eyelids.

After a while, with a helpless sigh, Tom in a black robe stood opposite the Whomping Willow. With just a wave of his wand, the Whomping Willow's attack was completely blocked.

He walked to the tree trunk and squatted down. The little bat was sleeping soundly, its silver eyelashes trembling, and the white hair on its head was blown messy by the night wind.

"You're so disobedient." Tom pinched the bat's wings with his fingers, then held it in his palm. He could feel that Lamia's body temperature was abnormal, a little too hot.

Tom didn't realize how bad his face looked. He frowned and got on the broom that was parked aside.

Then all that could be seen was a quick, blurry shadow that flashed by, and the wind it brought blew the grass on the ground.

Tom returned to the dormitory and put the bat into a basin of warm water. Lamia felt surrounded by warmth and spread her wings comfortably.

A chuckle came from above. Tom was propping up his head, staring at the little bat stretching in the water. "You should learn a lesson."

Tom pulled the bat out of the water, dried it and threw it on the bed. The bat flapped around restlessly, its wings flapping vigorously, even its white fur was trying hard, but unfortunately, Tom's palm was like a rock, pressing down most of the bat's body.

"Change back." Tom lowered his head very close, opening and closing his mouth. Lamia thought he would swallow her in one bite.

"Don't listen? Then I can only do it myself." Tom raised his eyebrows, and the tip of his wand emitted a light. Lamia felt a chill on her body, and then she found that she was naked.

"Ah." She exclaimed and hurriedly hid in the quilt next to her, "You are shameless." Lamia's face turned red, not because she was shy, but because she was angry.

"I'm sorry, Lamia. You know, my control has always been poor, otherwise I wouldn't let you escape again and again." Tom apologized, but his tone was frivolous, and there was a smirk on the corner of his mouth.

"go away!"

"Where are you going? This is my room." Tom hadn't seen Lamia so energetic for a long time. This had an irresistible attraction to him, and he slowly pressed on her uncontrollably.

"Lamia, you're hungry, and I'm hungry too."