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

The best thing about the second project was that everyone was eager to find out what was going on under the lake, which meant that for the first time in his life, Ron became the center of attention.

Ron told the story over and over again, each time slightly different. At first, his version was fairly factual, roughly the same as Hermione's - in Professor McGonagall's office, Dumbledore had used magic to hypnotize the hostages and had initially assured them that they were in no danger and would wake up as soon as they surfaced.

Yet a week later Ron was telling a thrilling kidnapping story, telling how he had fought fifty heavily armed mermen with his bare hands, who had first forced him into submission before tying him up.

Now that Ron had become so eye-catching, Padma became much more enthusiastic towards him. Every time they met in the corridor, she would take the initiative to talk to Ron.

"It's all right, I've got my wand up my sleeve," he assured Padma Patil. "I can take down those merman fools if I want to."

"What do you want to do? Snort at them?" said Hermione sharply.

She was worried about Lamia, but she said nothing, which annoyed Hermione.

Ron's ears turned red, and from then on, his story returned to the version where he was hypnotized by magic.

What Lamia worried about did not happen. Dumbledore had no intention of viewing her memory. Lamia guessed that he must be busy explaining to the rest of the mermaid tribe. This was just right, as it saved Lamia the trouble of falsifying her memory.

After entering March, the weather became a little clearer, but every time they went to the field outside, the biting cold wind still made their hands and faces hurt.

The owls appeared at breakfast time on Friday, their feathers half blown about by the wind, and had just ripped Sirius's letter from their bodies when they scurried away, evidently fearing they would be sent out again.

Sirius's letter was almost as short as the last.

Harry was delighted to receive Sirius's letter; he could now go to Hogsmeade whenever he pleased.

"What did he say?" said Ron.

"I hope he's careful. The Ministry of Magic has been very strict lately," said Hermione.

"How do you know?" Ron asked.

"I'm sorry, Ron, I think as an excellent student, I'm capable of understanding even the simplest reports." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Okay, Hermione, what's wrong with you lately? Why are you so weird?" Ron didn't dare to speak loudly.

"What's it to you?" Hermione became even angrier. She couldn't believe that neither of these two stupid boys noticed Lamia's abnormality, and Lamia didn't let her tell them.

"Come on, Hermione," said Harry nervously, "I'm more worried that if he gets caught..."

"He's safe so far, isn't he?" said Ron. "And it's not overrun with Dementors like it used to be."

Harry folded the letter and thought about it. To be honest, he really wanted to see Sirius again.

In the afternoon, Lamia went to her last class - two consecutive Potions classes.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing outside the classroom, gathered with a group of Slytherins led by Pansy Parkinson, and they were all looking at something.

Everyone giggled happily, and when Lamia approached, Pansy's fox face excitedly peeked out from Goyle's fat back.

“Here she comes!” she giggled, and the Slytherins who had gathered together dispersed. Lamia saw that she was holding a magazine - Wizard Weekly.

The event photo on the cover showed a curly-haired witch grinning, showing her teeth, pointing her wand at a large sponge cake.

"Great hero, Lamia Nocturne, you will find yourself and, of course, your friends!" Pansy said loudly, throwing the magazine to Lamia.

But Lamia acted as if she didn't hear it. She didn't pick it up, but let the magazine fall to the ground and was picked up by Hermione who came behind. She looked a little panicked.

Just then, the door of the dungeon opened and Snape invited everyone in.

Lamia walked to a table at the back of the classroom as usual. As soon as Snape turned around and wrote the ingredients for the potion to be made today on the blackboard, Hermione next to Lamia hurriedly opened the magazine under the table.

Finally, Hermione found what they were looking for among the magazines, her fingers trembling.

She looked up at the Slytherins, who were all watching her and Lamia from a distance, to see if they were annoyed by the article they read.

Hermione gave them a sarcastic smile and a wave, then she and Lamia began to get out the ingredients they would need to make the intelligence potion.

Lamia's expressionless face irritated them even more than Hermione's sarcastic smile.

"But there's something odd about this," Hermione said ten minutes later, her pestle resting on a bowl of scarabs. "How could Rita Skeeter know..."

Lamia slowed down her movements. She had just read the magazine, and there was nothing special about it, and it didn't make her emotional at all.

"Know what?" Ron in front asked quickly, "Are you really making aphrodisiacs?"

"Don't be silly," said Hermione impatiently, and resumed pounding her beetle.

"Tsk." Ron curled his lips, "I don't really want to know."

Lamia was so absent-minded that she accidentally dropped the beetle outside the table, where it landed on Snape's leather shoes as he was walking towards her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the great hero Lamia Nocturne and the savior Harry Potter, look at how majestic they are."

Lamia looked up and immediately saw Snape's malicious eyes. He looked at everyone at the table with sarcasm, as if they were a group of fools.

"Professor, I'm sorry." Lamia squatted down to pick up the fallen beetle, then started beating it by herself, not taking what had just happened to heart at all.