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

"Mr. Nott, I don't understand what you mean." Lamia smiled, her red eyes slightly narrowed, with an unpredictable and dangerous look.

"Did I express myself wrongly, Miss Nocturne?" Theodore's tall figure took a few steps forward. The evening light was dim to begin with, and now it shone on his thin face, making people inexplicably want to escape.

"What I mean is that I can understand you, or rather, I hope you can stop pretending in front of me."

For the first time, Theodore's gorgeous black eyes showed from his long black bangs. There was a dangerous light in them, with a deadly temptation, scary but really alluring.

"I don't think I'm pretending," Lamia looked at him calmly, then suddenly laughed out loud, "But you, Mr. Nott, really think you're a big shot."

The girl's clear and mocking laughter reached Nott's ears, and his originally calm mood now began to ripple, as if someone threw a stone into stagnant water, causing the water to suddenly boil.

"If there's nothing else, could you please move aside?" Lamia kept a smile on her face, but her tone was cold and distant.

"you do not believe me."

It took Theodore a long time to speak, so long that Lamia thought he was speechless.

"Why, Mr. Nott."

Lamia was not a good-tempered person. She went around Nott, who was blocking her way. As she passed him, a gust of wind blew, and the corners of Lamia's robe danced in the wind. She turned her head with a malicious look, "I hate sloppy and timid people the most, like you."

Theodore was stunned for almost an instant. His appearance was one of the best in the family, and this was the first time someone said he was sloppy.

Just as he was about to turn around and question, all that was left behind him was the faint cold fragrance of the girl's silver hair blown by the wind.

"I'm sloppy?"

Theodore touched the smooth skin of his face in disbelief, thinking about Lamia's words.

Lamia, who had left long ago, did not take this little incident to heart, and he had already taken revenge.

"where?"

Lamia muttered, her eyes quickly scanning the pages of the open book in her hands.

Until the sunset outside the window completely set, and there was no trace of light left, and the surroundings were swallowed by darkness, Lamia still had not found the method she needed to restore her magic power. The situation in her dream was too complicated, and Lamia was a little dejected.

After a short rest, Lamia prepared to walk out of the library area and get some fresh air outside. At worst, she would just lower her head. Tom couldn't hurt her anyway, so she would think of a way later.

"Lamia." A soft call came from behind. Lamia turned around and found it was Harry. Beside him were Ron with a complicated expression and Hermione holding a book.

Harry trotted over to Lamia and said, "Lamia, you haven't come to see me for a long time."

Harry said, his little face wrinkled in grievance, and his messy black hair looked a little listless.

"Harry, I'm very busy lately. Next time, next time, okay?"

Lamia said, holding back her temper.

"Then remember to prepare a gift for me."

Harry was indeed still young and quickly forgave Lamia, but Lamia felt that the following sentence was his real purpose in coming to her.

After comforting Harry, Lamia unknowingly came to the Black Lake. On the lakeside in winter, the cold wind was howling. Lamia felt a strange sense of detachment, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

"System, you haven't spoken for a long time. Can I still go back?"

This world does not belong to her and has nothing to do with her. She is very lonely.

Theodore, who was quietly following Lamia, spent an afternoon cutting off the hair that blocked his vision, revealing his delicate black eyes. He was wearing a well-fitting suit and shiny leather shoes.

He had clearly come here to prove that he wasn't sloppy at all, but at this moment he was standing behind a tree, not daring to come forward.

The silver-haired girl by the Black Lake hugged herself, as if only this could give her the warmth she longed for. Her hair fluttered in the wind, but she was bound by the red headband and could not escape. The moonlight projected onto her by the lake made her look extremely holy.

This scene deeply shocked Theodore. He felt as if his heart was hit hard by a stone. He covered his chest with his hands tremblingly. The extreme brokenness coming from Lamia made him inexplicably distressed.

"What on earth have you been through, Lamia?"

No one answered him, and Lamia was completely immersed in the despair of being abandoned.

Lamia took a deep breath, suppressed the negative emotions churning in her heart, and prepared to go to the auditorium. Tonight was the Halloween dinner, and she had no reason not to attend.

"Lamia."

Theodore came out from behind the tree, afraid that if he didn't speak, Lamia would leave.

"I'm not slovenly."

He said what he had been keeping in his heart all afternoon.

Lamia was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal. Theodore had indeed changed a lot, especially his handsome face. Lamia felt that this appearance was the second most handsome she had ever seen.

"Good evening, Mr. Nott." Her smile became much more sincere.

Lamia had always loved beautiful things, and she completely indulged this characteristic of hers.

"Good evening, Miss Nocturne."

For the first time, he saw Lamia's entire appearance straight ahead, without any obstruction.

He had always known she was beautiful, and now, with the lingering loneliness around her, she held a mysterious allure.

The two didn't talk much because they both had to rush to the auditorium and time was a bit tight.

After the door of the auditorium opened, Lamia and Theodore beside her walked in side by side. There were already many people sitting in the auditorium and there were almost no empty seats. Draco was waving his hand, and Lamia noticed that there was an empty seat next to him.

"I'll go there first."

Lamia smiled politely and then walked towards Draco. Theodore beside her didn't say anything but followed her.

"Lamiya, you're too late.

Draco took Lamia's hand after she sat down.

"Also, how can you have someone else standing next to you? Who the hell is he?" Draco gritted his teeth in anger when he thought of Lamia smiling at Theodore.

Lamia looked up and noticed that Theodore was sitting in the empty seat diagonally opposite her. He noticed her gaze and the corners of his lips curled up.

Lamia nodded politely in return.

Draco was so angry that he squeezed Lamia's hand tightly, "You're still looking! I'm angry." His gray eyes were even filled with mist.

"Draco, he's just a classmate, and it's normal to greet him politely."

Lamia said.

"Then you are not allowed to smile at him."

Draco was on the verge of tears, with hope in his eyes.

"Stop being sullen, Draco."

Lamia frowned, a little worried that she was being too indulgent with Draco.

At that moment, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the Great Hall, his great scarf askew on his head, his face full of horror. Everyone stared at him, and he took a few steps before falling to the ground, shouting, "Troll—in the dungeon!"

The auditorium suddenly became boiling. Even the newly enrolled first-year students knew how dangerous trolls were, so they quickly fell into panic.

Draco turned pale and screamed as he threw himself into Lamia's arms, "Lamia, I'm so scared, the troll is coming."

"Don't worry, Draco, the professors will take care of everything." Lamia patted Draco's back soothingly, her voice gentle. He soon calmed down, but his hands were still tightly grasping the corner of Lamia's clothes on her back.

Dumbledore calmly arranged everything and rushed to the underground classroom with several professors, while the students were taken back to the dormitories by their respective prefects.

Lamia, who was about to return to the dormitory, was stopped by a pair of cold hands. "Lamia, can you help me?"

It's Harry.

He looked extremely panicked.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Lamia keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"It's Hermione. She's hiding in the ladies' room. Ron and I are very worried about her." Harry said and carefully looked at Lamia's expression. He found that she was not angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go with you and take a look." Lamia has always had a high tolerance for food, and she likes that girl very much.

"Hermione, are you there?" Lamia called out as the three of them reached the door to the girls' room.

"I'm here." Hermione's voice came from inside. Lamia was just about to go in. "Don't come in. There's a troll in there!"

Hermione's voice sounded very scared, and her tone was trembling, "Go find the professor!"

Then Lamia heard the sound of something being smashed from inside. The three of them were startled and walked inside.

"Merlin's stinky socks!"

Ron, who entered the door first, was startled, and Lamia also realized that his surprise was not exaggerated. The scene was too terrifying. The troll was twelve feet tall, with dull skin, and muddy snot dripping from its huge nostrils, emitting a foul odor.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed when he noticed that Hermione, who was hiding under the sink, was about to be hit by the stick dragged by the troll.

Ron's startled breath caught the troll's attention, and it swung its club towards where the three men were standing.

Lamia hated this foul-smelling monster. Magic power surged from her fingertips, and an extremely hot fireball was thrown at the giant monster, burning it so much that it jumped on the spot, dropped the wooden stick, and kept slapping the flames on its body.

Hermione took the opportunity to run towards the three people, but her feet kept slipping on the sticky snot flowing from the troll. Seeing that the troll was about to put out the fire, Lamia rushed to Hermione like an arrow, pulled her into her arms, then quickly dodged, avoided the troll's counterattack, and threw a bigger fireball.

This time the troll didn't have time to put out the fire and fell to the ground. The narrow space was immediately filled with the stench of burning.

"Are you OK?"

Lamia asked as she looked at Hermione who was staring at her blankly in her arms.

At this moment, Hermione felt a sense of security she had never felt before. Although her arms were not warm, they made her want to stay in them forever.

"Can I stay a little longer?"