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

"What nonsense are you talking about, Harry?" Lamia was even more confused.

Harry still looked dazed, as if he had not yet come out of the illusion.

Lamia frowned and shook Harry's shoulders vigorously, "Wake up, Harry." As if that was not enough, Lamia stood opposite Harry again, blocking his view of the mirror.

"Lamia, it's you." Harry rubbed his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He remembered everything that had just happened, and now he felt a little embarrassed to see Lamia who looked like a student.

"Lamia, I saw you in the mirror. It seems that from now on we..." Harry didn't say anything else, his head was almost buried in the ground.

"What?" Lamia turned her head and stared at the plain mirror. There was chaos inside, and wisps of mist kept emerging. Lamia suddenly felt that the scene in front of her eyes was constantly changing. In a trance, she returned to the vampire castle.

"Lamia, my daughter, what are you thinking about?" asked the kind vampire patriarch, taking a sip of the bright red blood in the cup.

"Father?" Lamia couldn't believe it.

"What's going on? The ancestor didn't say that his inheritance would bring side effects. Why do you look so unwell?" Braden Noctern was very confused.

"I, obtained the power of inheritance?" Lamia stretched out her hands and clearly felt the surging power in her body.

"Yes, not only that, the position of the clan leader is also yours. I hope you can lead the vampire clan to occupy the entire world and enslave all humans." There was no concealed ambition in Braden's eyes.

Lamia sensed something was wrong. She had been able to read people's expressions since she was a child, and she knew very well how cowardly her father was. He even felt sorry for humans and would rather suck up dirty animals than take action against them.

But Lamia had to admit that she was shocked and excited at the same time when she heard the words of enslaving humans from her always cowardly father's mouth, even though she knew very well that it was all fake.

Lamia really wanted to know what would happen if things really went as she imagined.

"I will, Father." Lamia's red eyes flashed.

In the days that followed, Lamia prepared for the patriarch succession ceremony according to her own plan.

Unexpectedly, although this was just an illusion, it was really scary. Her brother, who had been against her before, jumped out to oppose it.

"Brother, can't you just stay still?" Lamia stepped on her black boots, making crisp sounds as she slowly moved in front of the young man with short golden hair.

Before the ceremony began, she locked her brother, Alaric Nocturne, in a high tower, even using chains seized from hunters, but he still escaped.

"Lamia, you can't be the clan leader," Alaric said anxiously, with subtle worry in his light blue eyes. "Be careful..."

"Enough, Alaric. You are a dirty transformer. What qualifications do you have to lecture me?" Lamia suddenly became irritated and interrupted Alaric before he finished speaking.

"I never knew you thought of me this way." Alaric's handsome face showed a hint of helplessness, and the dazzling silver brooch on his chest seemed to dim.

He stopped talking and turned away without even glancing at Lamia.

Lamia stood on the high platform belonging to the superiors, holding the scepter that symbolized her status, but her memory was pulled back to her youth.

She still remembered the first time she met Alaric. He was not yet a vampire, but a human boy about her age, with hair that shone like gold, and his eyes reminded people of sapphires shining in the sun.

His father brought him back from somewhere, and he hid himself and refused to show up. Lamia, as the person who understood her father's thoughts best, knew that this boy was very important to her father, so she took the initiative to approach him and deliberately showed her warm and kind side.

Lamia's efforts were not in vain. Her father trusted her more and even converted Alaric in front of her. "Lamia, from now on, Alaric is your brother."

said the father.

Lamia smiled obediently and accepted this brother who made her feel disgusted.

Alaric, who had just grown fangs, knew nothing and only relied on Lamia, whom he trusted the most.

"Brother, he stole my things. Can you help me kill him?"

"Brother, I'm hungry. I want to drink fresh human blood."

……

No matter what it was, as long as Lamia asked, Alaric would not refuse, even if it meant killing his former compatriots.

But Alaric didn't know at that time that Lamia did all this on purpose. She even told her father everything. He thought that as long as he was sincere, he would always get a response.

"Why?" The blond boy's eyes were red and he was very confused.

"Of course I hate you, brother."

Lamia said with a wicked smile, holding the golden brooch given by Alaric, "And this, it's really disgusting."

Lamia felt sick to her stomach when she thought of the silver brooch she had given Alaric.

"But you obviously have feelings for me, I can feel it. Why did you suddenly change?" Alaric clenched his fists, raised them high, but then put them down heavily.

"Brother, don't you know that everything can be faked?" Lamia laughed until tears came out. "You are so innocent. No wonder father likes you."

"Are you so good to me because of my father?" Alaric's voice was unclear and tearful.

"That's right, but unfortunately, I'm the one my father loves the most right now. I certainly don't need to be disgusted by you any longer."

Lamia winked playfully, her red eyes filled with malice.

Alaric fled in a panic, and the golden brooch on the ground was stepped on by the silver-haired girl, and he was unable to break free.

After that, in Lamia's memory, this so-called brother had always been against her and refuted any of her suggestions in public, but her father always sided with him. Lamia almost hated him to death.

But everyone could see that Alaric was just trying to attract Lamia's attention, but Lamia didn't know it.

Can a stray dog ​​who has been abandoned so many times still be loved? Can it still believe that it is loved? Alaric doesn't know the answer, and he will never know.

Lamia came back to her senses from her memories and found that Alaric had disappeared long ago. She felt depressed and uncomfortable, but she quickly adjusted her mood and continued to complete the ceremony.

"Welcome to our clan's 59th leader, Lamia Nocturne!"

"Enslave all humans!" Lamia was wearing a black long dress, her silver hair flying wildly in the air, and she held the scepter high in her hand.