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

"Lamia, you can't say I'm cute," Harry's face turned red, his bony fingers supported the invisibility cloak, and his head slowly approached Lamia.

"Then what should I say to you?" Lamia's cold fingers wandered across Harry's face, causing an itch wherever they passed.

"Lamia, um." As soon as Harry opened his mouth, Lamia's pale and slender fingers slipped in. The human warmth wrapped around her, and Lamia sighed comfortably.

"Don't do this, please, Lamia." Harry said vaguely, with tears in his eyes.

"Don't you like it, Harry?" Lamia withdrew her hand, which was tangled with several silver threads.

"I like it...but we can go back..."

Harry swallowed, his cheeks flushed, his fingers trembling.

"Harry, isn't it nice here?" Lamia moved closer to Harry, and the cool fragrance of a fir tree in winter flowed into Harry's nose, and he took a deep breath.

The moonlight came in at some point, and the shadows of the two people on the ground became entangled.

"I see you!" Filch and Mrs. Norris kept looking around, their cloudy eyes turning left and right.

"Ah" Lamia turned her head away in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lamia, I was scared." Harry looked at Lamia helplessly and covered her mouth.

"That hurts, Harry, your teeth are sharper than mine," Lamia complained, and blood immediately formed on the tip of her tongue.

"Dear, you smell it, don't you? Let's have a good look for him - any student who doesn't sleep must be kicked out by Dumbledore!"

Filch's footsteps were getting closer.

Harry stretched out his arm, and Lamia, whose robes had been slightly exposed, suddenly pressed herself against his chest. The air fell into silence again. Lamia avoided Harry's head - he had been looking at her with those green eyes that always softened her heart. If his eyes could speak, Harry would have said all the apologies he had for a lifetime.

As Filch approached, Harry and Lamia moved slowly out in perfect harmony, but the sensitive Mrs. Norris still smelled it.

"Meow!" It stopped in front of them.

Filch quickly rushed over and stood where they had been. "Strange," he murmured.

Meanwhile, Harry and Lamia had already quietly opened the door and ran outside.

"Finally got rid of him. Phew, it wasn't easy." Harry glanced at Lamia and tried to find a topic to talk about.

"Harry, I'm going back to bed." Lamia didn't show anything on her face, but Harry felt that she was angry.

"I'm sorry, Lamia. I was wrong. Give me another chance. I will definitely satisfy you."

Lamia's wrist was grabbed by Harry.

"I forgive you." Lamia said lightly, slowly withdrawing her wrist.

"Really? Then can you promise to give me another chance?" Harry looked at her eagerly, as if he would not let Lamia go unless she agreed.

At this moment, a wooden door at the end of the corridor opened silently. The two looked at each other, and Harry quickly covered their heads with the invisibility cloak.

After waiting there for a long time and seeing no one coming out, Harry lifted the invisibility cloak and said, "Okay, Lamia."

Lamia had just acted on impulse and hadn't thought about what would happen next. "Okay, there'll be a chance later." She agreed nonchalantly, but if she were given another chance, Lamia would never agree to Harry again. She could swear that no one could stand it.

"How about we go in and take a look?" Harry, who didn't want to be separated from Lamia easily, racked his brains and finally came up with a not-too-obtrusive reason.

But Lamia didn't have this idea. She just wanted to separate from Harry and go back to the restricted area to find a way to restore her magic.

"No, Harry, it's dark in there and I'm scared."

Lamia lied without batting an eyelid.

"You're afraid of the dark?" Harry was clearly incredulous. "Then why do you do it at night..."

Harry's doubts were dispelled by Lamia's faked expression of fear. How could Lamia lie to him? He thought so and patted her on the back. "It's okay, Lamia, I will protect you."

Harry, who thought he was a gentleman, got a big eye roll from Lamia. (This tells us that oil removal starts with small things.)

"Lamia, are your eyes uncomfortable? Did a bug get into them?" Harry nervously moved his head closer, their noses touching, and a charming atmosphere continued to spread.

Lamia just shook her head, her silver hair sweeping across Harry's face and making him feel like he was on fire.

"I'm glad you're okay, Lamia. I hope you have a good sleep." Harry was dizzy and didn't realize what he said until Lamia couldn't help laughing.

"You wished me to sleep...what?"

"No, nothing. Wow, there's a troll in that room. I'll go check it out." Harry finally came to his senses. He felt his face was so hot that it could burn Hagrid's rock cake.

Lamia looked at Harry who fled into the open room, and the playful smile on her face disappeared almost instantly. She always knew what was important and what was not. If she couldn't let Harry leave on his own, she might not be able to get rid of him all night.

Lamia carefully turned back into a bat and returned to the Restricted Area along the same route. Filch had obviously left, and the place was as quiet as the Potions classroom when Hermione was not there.

Lamia changed back into human form and quickly searched through the restricted books section. Most of the books inside introduced black magic, many of which Lamia had never even heard of.

"Where is it?" Lamia asked without blinking. After flipping through most of the book, she still couldn't find any clues. She became increasingly anxious.

Just when Lamia was about to give up and sleep for a long time, an old book engraved with a green title caught her attention. This book was probably the last one. Lamia picked up the book used to pad the shelf.

It was covered in a thick layer of dust, which, after blowing away, made the book visibly thinner. The originally green characters now glowed dimly, inviting one to flip through the pages.

Lamia opened the book with her last hope, and was greeted by a long-forgotten smell of decay. "Resurrection, immortality, Horcruxes...seize the magic power!"

Lamia's eyes darkened, and then she scanned the contents of the book at a glance.

After a long time, Lamia closed the book, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she had seen Tom being bullied by her, "Tom, things have changed, and it's my turn now." There was excitement in her red eyes, and the pleasure of revenge being about to be taken.

On the other side, Harry walked into the room. The window was not closed and the wind made the curtains rustle. "It turned out that the wind blew the door open." Harry took off his invisibility cloak. He originally just wanted to avoid Lamia, but now he didn't want to go out - in the mirror in front of him were his parents and her.

Harry stared at the scene in the mirror intently. His mother smiled very gently, and his father looked very similar to him. What made him most excited was that he had grown up, and standing next to him was the beautiful Lamia, holding their son in her arms - a handsome boy with silver hair and green eyes.

Harry felt like he was going crazy with happiness. He sat on the floor and stared blankly, letting out a few low laughs from time to time.

Especially when Lamia kissed him on the side of her cheek, Harry felt like there was something wrong with his heart, otherwise why would it be beating so fast?

"Harry, are you in there?"

After Lamia came out of the restricted area, she felt a little hungry. With the mentality of giving it a try, she walked into the room where Harry disappeared last.

Harry, immersed in the beautiful illusion, did not hear Lamia's cry. He just wanted to stay here forever.

"Harry, what are you looking at?" Lamia saw Harry sitting on the ground staring at the mirror, walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah." Harry looked up in surprise, "Lamia, aren't you making breakfast?"

"What are you talking about, Harry." Lamia looked at Harry as if he were a fool.

"Today is our 10th wedding anniversary, and you said you would make me breakfast."