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

Tom's handsome and delicate face moved closer and closer, his eyes filled with an indelible darkness. "You can drink as much as you want tonight." His strong arms clamped down on Lamia who was trying to escape, holding her tightly, just like she did to Harry and Draco.

"Tom, I'm not hungry, don't do this!" Lamia struggled weakly, but it was pointless. She could only let Tom lick her neck. The warm tip of his tongue gradually moved down, bringing a burst of wetness. Lamia kicked in resistance, her heart overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame.

"Hmm," Tom groaned, then pressed down the resisting Lamia even harder, "Don't you like it? Want to take the initiative?" He reached out and pushed aside her silver hair, revealing Lamia with her eyes tightly closed. Her cheeks were abnormally flushed, and her eyes were sparkling. A few tears fell and dripped onto the back of Tom's hand covered with blue veins, burning him and making him feel panicked.

"Lamia, how are you?" Tom picked up the soft Lamia under him. She was as quiet as a broken doll and lifeless. Tom trembled all over. He took out a thick blanket from the cabinet and wrapped her, then rushed to the medical wing.

"I was wrong, Lamia, please wake up, okay?" Tom's eyes were frighteningly red, and he shouted before he even reached the medical wing.

"Come on, come on, what are you arguing about? Don't you know what time it is?"

The door of the medical wing opened quickly, and a young lady in a pointed nightcap walked out. "What's wrong?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Please save her." Tom hugged Lamia tightly in his arms. Her eyes were still closed, her lips were pale, and her hair was scattered messily on Tom's shoulders.

"Come in." Madam Pomfrey opened the door behind her and turned on the light. The room was instantly filled with light. "Put her on the bed and let me check her." Perhaps realizing the urgency of the situation, Madam Pomfrey quickly made a bed.

Tom, who was about to let go, accidentally saw Lamia's exposed white shoulders. He used his palms to push harder, and Lamia was hugged tightly in his arms, with her head pressed against his chin. "No, you can't check like this."

Madam Pomfrey frowned and was about to curse when she was frightened by a pair of murderous blue eyes. "You can hold me." Her heart trembled, and she couldn't help but do as he wished.

"It's nothing, just too much magic power consumption, and a little malnutrition." Madam Pomfrey wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Since she became the school doctor, she had never encountered a student with such a strong sense of oppression. "Rest here for a few days, eat something good and you will recover."

"I understand." Tom looked at the quiet girl in his arms and sighed slightly, but he still didn't look relieved.

"Then you can leave her here and then go." Madam Pomfrey rummaged through the medicine cabinet next to her, "I will take good care of her." After finding the potion, she turned around and found that the room was empty, just like a dream. Only the door swinging back and forth showed that what had just happened was real.

"Unruly student." Madam Pomfrey muttered as she put the potion back in its place.

On the other side, Tom gently carried Lamia to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then found a few bottles of soothing agents and blood tonics. "Lamia, wake up, take your medicine." His voice was very gentle, as if he was drowning someone.

Lamia remained indifferent. She had actually woken up when she first arrived at the medical wing, but she didn't know how to face Tom, so she simply continued to pretend to be asleep. Fortunately, Tom didn't notice.

But now, Lamia didn't know whether she should open her eyes or not. She was really scared. Tom was not a normal person.

"Not awake yet? Then I can only feed you the medicine my own way." Tom stroked Lamia's fair chin with his rough fingers, his eyes dark.

Seeing that Lamia showed no signs of waking up, Tom opened the lid and poured a bottle of soothing agent into his mouth. He held it close to Lamia's pale lips and gently pressed it against her. The warm liquid gradually seeped through her teeth and slowly flowed into her throat.

Only when there was no liquid left in his mouth did Tom slowly raise his head. The moment his lips parted, a slight "pop" sound was heard. In the quiet night, it was hard to ignore. Tom wiped the remaining silver threads from the corners of his mouth and reached for another bottle of blood tonic.

Lamia finally couldn't help it, "Tom, I'm awake." She opened her eyes, and her dark red pupils reflected Tom's handsome face and crystal lips.

Lamia's cheeks flushed slightly, and there was shame and anger in her eyes.

"You've gone too far."

Lamia said.

"I didn't know the palliative worked so quickly, Lamia." Tom narrowed his eyes, his mouth curling up dangerously. "You lied to me again."

"It's not what you think. I woke up in the medical wing." For some reason, Lamia always felt that if she didn't tell the truth, the consequences would be terrible.

"Okay, let's continue."

Tom smiled and played with the bottle of blood tonic in his hand.

"No, I'm awake and can drink it myself." Lamia felt inexplicably guilty. She was about to reach out and grab the blood tonic, but suddenly remembered that she was not wearing any clothes, so she quickly withdrew her hand.

"Give it to me and I'll drink it myself." Lamia stretched out a pair of open hands from under the quilt, her nails round and plump, with an alluring pink hue.

"I think human blood is more nourishing than this, what do you think?" Tom threw the blood tonic in his hand behind him and slowly walked towards Lamia on the bed.

Lamia felt her body sink, Tom's strong body pressing down tightly below her waist, but he held her up with his hands, which did not make it difficult for her to breathe like last time.

"Forget it, Tom, I don't want to drink blood." Lamia said weakly.

"Then let me help you."

Tom casually scratched his arm, letting the bright red blood flow out, and the smell of blood soon lingered between the two of them.

The instinct hidden in Lamia's blood made her pupils shrink, and her fangs faintly appeared. She shrank in pain. The two forces in her body continued to fight for her body, and the tearing pain quickly devoured her consciousness.

Lamia instinctively licked Tom's arm, the tip of her tongue turning bright red.

"Little liar." Tom, who was originally a little worried, felt unusually satisfied when he saw Lamia holding his arm and biting it defenselessly.

Under Tom's deliberate arrangement, Lamia regained the initiative. She pounced on him, sniffed his neck, and looked for the most suitable place to bite.

Tom stroked Lamia's smooth back with his palm. He couldn't let go of the girl's soft skin. He explored from her neck down until her back turned red, and then he stopped.

Lamia also reached the last step. She stabbed her fangs into Tom's throbbing carotid artery, and the hot blood rushed into her sharp teeth like a flood.

"Are you satisfied? Lamia, would you like to eat something better?"