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

Lamia, who successfully walked out of the passage, saw Alaric guarding outside at a glance. There was a smile in his eyes, and he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Yeah, how about it, did you have fun?" Alaric's voice was calm, and Lamia couldn't figure out his true thoughts for a moment.

"I'm so happy, brother." Lamia said with a forced smile, but there was obvious sarcasm in her words.

"As long as you are happy, then come back with me." Alaric looked back at the grass swaying in the wind, his eyes darkened.

Lamia was pulled back by him again, and she did not notice that Alaric's hands hidden behind his back were covered in blood.

Lamia, who was locked up again, had no idea what was happening outside. She could only guess from the increasingly strong smell of blood on Alaric that his situation was not good, or even very bad. Lamia knew very well that the smell of blood on him came from the most stubborn enemy of the vampires - the blood hunters, a race that she could never kill.

Alaric was in worse condition today, with several more scars on his body, so deep that you could almost see the white bones.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Lamia lay on the soft bed, her silver hair entwined around Alaric's neck.

"No, you're helping me right now," Alaric said, taking a moment out of his busy schedule.

Lamia could only continue to lie dormant, looking for an opportunity to escape, but an unintentional tilt of her head made her terrified.

At some point, a few pairs of prying eyes appeared outside the window, each filled with murderous intent.

"Out the window!" Lamia patted Alaric on the back.

Alaric stopped moving, but did not look out the window. "Will you miss me, Lamia?" His light blue eyes stared at Lamia, whose face was flushed.

"Forget it." He laughed at himself, slowly stood up and straightened his messy clothes.

"Lamia, I hope you will always be happy."

"What do you mean? Come back!" Lamia shouted at Alaric who turned to leave. She noticed that the eyes outside the window disappeared after he went out.

Lamia, who instinctively sensed something was wrong, jumped out of bed, put on her clothes and ran out, but she only saw Alaric, who was covered in blood. He stood in the shadows, his white clothes stained with blood no longer pure.

Lamia suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, "Alaric!"

Alaric turned around and opened his arms the moment he saw Lamia. Lamia pounced on him and they both fell to the ground.

"I'm fine, Lamia." Alaric kept stroking Lamia's head with his hand, trying to comfort the girl who was frightened by him.

"I was scared to death." Lamia cried and slapped Alaric's shoulder hard.

"Be good, it's okay." Alaric smiled, tightened his arms, and held the girl tightly in his arms.

"What happened?" Lamia asked.

"It's nothing. Everything will be fine from now on. Blood Hunter is dead. They were all fooled by a small trick." Alaric said nonchalantly.

Later, Lamia found out that his little trick was to use herself as bait, and in the end he would eliminate all the remaining people in the Blood Hunt by himself.

"It doesn't matter. I just want you to be happy." Alaric said casually in response to Lamia's questioning.

"What if you die?" Lamia said.

"I have prepared a way out for you. You will continue to live with my love." Alaric rested his head against Lamia's, feeling each other's warmth.

"Thank you, Alaric." Lamia's eyes were complicated.

"It's all right now, Lamia. We will be together forever."

"Ah."

Lamia was held by Alaric, her eyes wandering.

The blood clan prospered under Alaric's rule.

On this day, the entire vampire castle was bustling with activity, as it was the vampire clan's once-in-a-hundred-years sacrificial ceremony, and all vampires were required to offer sacrifices in front of their ancestor's coffin.

Lamia rarely appeared in front of her former subordinates again. She was wearing a red long dress, which was flamboyant and luxurious.

"Lamia, come here." Alaric pulled Lamia to his side and stood with him at the front of the vampire clan, a position that belonged only to the clan leader, but there was no objection.

Just as the ceremony reached its final sacrifice, Lamia threw herself into Alaric's arms, "Brother,"

"What's wrong, Lamia?" Alaric was devoured by the power of his ancestors, his lips were pale, but he still did not forget to touch her head.

"Go to hell!" Lamia acted quickly, just like she had done to her father before. Alaric fell to the ground with a look of surprise, as if he couldn't believe that the lover who had slept with him for ten years would gouge out his heart with his own hands.

Yes, Lamia had been acting in front of Alaric for a full ten years. After he killed all the blood hunters, Lamia realized that she was no match for him at all. She could only attack his weaknesses, and she always knew what Alaric's weaknesses were.

"Being with you makes me sick every moment." Lamia bent down and wiped the blood on her hand onto Alaric's white suit jacket.

Alaric said nothing, closed his eyes that were already filled with tears, and slowly disappeared in front of Lamia.

The world shook violently, and Lamia was kicked out of the illusion. When she opened her eyes, she saw Harry in front of her and the white-bearded old man behind him.

"You finally woke up, Lamia." Harry threw himself into Lamia's arms in surprise.

"Ahem, cough, cough, children, maybe you should look behind you, I'm still here." Dumbledore said awkwardly.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm just too excited." Harry touched his head and walked to Dumbledore.

"My child, I believe you must have many questions right now. The truth is," Dumbledore stroked his beard with a smile on his face. "The mirror before you is called the Mirror of Erised. It will reflect your deepest desires, but sometimes it can also create beautiful illusions tailored to your needs. I believe you have experienced this already."

He winked slyly.

"But this illusion is not beautiful." Lamia said, feeling as if a piece of her heart was missing and she felt very uncomfortable.

"Yes, child, it's a good thing you changed the happy ending. The Mirror of Erised was so angry that it kicked you out. Otherwise, you would have been trapped in it forever." Dumbledore said kindly.

Lamia's mouth twitched, and she couldn't smile at all.

"Okay, I will move this magic mirror away tomorrow. It will affect the students' mental health if it stays here."

Dumbledore said.

"No!" Harry jumped out to object, "I haven't said goodbye to Mom and Dad yet." He lowered his head and said dejectedly.

"Harry, you have been affected far more than I imagined. This magic mirror can only seduce you. It has no other function." Dumbledore sighed.

Lamia stood quietly aside, listening to Harry and Dumbledore arguing.

"Lamia, you, say something, do you want the magic mirror to be taken away?"

Lamia was stunned.