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

"Harry, this magic mirror really only does harm to us. I think we should move it." Lamia ignored the flash of pain in her heart and said calmly.

"Okay, Lamia, you're right." Harry pursed his lips and looked at the mirror with reluctance in his eyes.

"Well, children, it's getting late. I hope you can get a good night's sleep." Dumbledore smiled kindly and cast a warming spell on Harry and Lamia respectively, although it didn't work on Lamia.

After Lamia separated from Harry, she returned to the Slytherin common room and sat there for a long time until she felt sleepy. Then she lay back on the bed and let herself fall asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, Lamia returned to a familiar place, but her state of mind had changed. Now, she had a trump card to fight back. As long as she prepared everything, the moment her magic power recovered, she would let Tom know what real punishment was.

"Really? Lamia." Tom's smiling voice sounded from the side, and Lamia then realized that Tom was lying on the other side of the wide bed.

Lamia suppressed her panic, "What? Tom."

"Lamia, you don't need to prepare. I will cooperate with you." Tom leaned over, and the heat from his body enveloped Lamia. It seemed that she could hear the sound of him swallowing his saliva.

"No, that's not necessary." Lamia was held in his arms, with her hands hanging in the air, not daring to put them up.

"Aren't you tired of doing this?" Tom looked sideways at Lamia, his blue eyes so clear that people wanted to kiss him.

"Kiss, I agree." The curve of Tom's mouth became bigger. "Do we still need boundaries between you and me?" He stroked Lamia's head with his big hands, pressed her neck and pulled her into his arms.

Lamia was caught off guard and put her hands on his chest, which was full of elasticity and soft like Draco's velvet quilt.

"Don't think about anyone else." Tom leaned forward and bit Lamia's earlobe hard. She cried out in pain, "What are you doing?"

"You." Tom leaned over and pressed down. Lamia twitched all over and hated the feeling of being suppressed from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't like it? Then you come." Tom stood up reluctantly and gave the right to be on top to Lamia. He liked power and status, but for this, he was willing to be below Lamia.

"How about this?" Tom held Lamia's slender waist tightly, and his rough hands left a red mark on it.

"I won't let you go." Lamia couldn't pretend anymore. Tom was such a bitch! She seemed to be in the active position, but in fact, Tom had a firm grasp of the rhythm and she couldn't break free at all.

"Don't you like it?" Tom raised his head again, his eyes were dark, his lips were crystal clear, and his short black hair was messed up by Lamia, who was holding a few strands in her hand.

"I don't like it!" Lamia yelled, rarely showing her emotion.

"I like it." Tom smiled evilly and lowered his head again. He supported himself with his hands so that Lamia would not be too tired.

"I hate you, Tom!" Lamia raised her head and shouted at the ceiling.

"Scream louder, I like it." Tom's voice was hoarse with indescribable emotions, "Call me, Lamia." He forcefully turned Lamia's head and forced her to look at herself below.

Time passed silently, and Lamia woke up again. Tom was looking at her, and she didn't know how long he had been looking at her.

"Awake, are you hungry?" Tom's eyes lit up, and Lamia knew what he was thinking as soon as she saw this.

"I'm not hungry." She turned her head away, her voice muffled.

"Are you angry?" Tom hugged Lamia and kissed the back of her neck. "I was wrong. I should have thought about you yesterday."

Lamia was indeed angry. She felt that as a pure-blooded vampire with powerful magic, she had fallen to this point where any lowly human could bully her.

Tom didn't say anything else. He understood Lamia's feelings very well, but he couldn't let her go.

Tom got out of bed and put on his clothes. "Lamia, get up, okay?" His voice was gentle, as if he was coaxing a child, holding the clothes he had taken off with his own hands.

"I can put on my clothes by myself." Lamia turned her head away, but deliberately avoided looking into Tom's eyes, and put on her clothes under the quilt.

Tom was very dissatisfied, "You put it on backwards."

Lamia only felt a pair of hands reaching into the quilt. The rough touch made her shudder, as if she was back to the scene of being dominated yesterday.

"That's all." Tom smiled contentedly, then withdrew his hand and pinched Lamia's face. "It looks great. Let's go."

Tom held Lamia's hand tightly and walked forward purposefully, "Where are we going?" Lamia thought her legs were long enough, but it was still a bit difficult for her to walk when Tom pulled her.

"Go to class. I'm still a student, Lamia." Tom blinked and said innocently, "Don't you just want me to work hard? You won't even accompany me with such a small matter?"

"No!" Lamia's face turned red. She looked around in panic and was relieved when she found that no one noticed.

Lamia didn't know what was wrong with her. Maybe it was because she had never interacted with a male human before?

"That's good, Lamia." Tom pulled Lamia back into his arms and took smaller steps.

Lamia finally caught up, "It's already noon, what class are you taking?" She never understood what class had to be taken at noon and could include her, who had no magic power.

"Potions class is in the morning. I was too tired last night. The professor will understand if I'm late." Tom said nonchalantly, as if he had done something glorious.

"Your professor is quite compassionate," Lamia said dryly.

"You'll know when you meet Professor Slughorn. He will like you." Tom took the opportunity to touch Lamia's head.

"Excuse me, Professor." Tom calmly took Lamia to the classroom door.

"Tom? I thought you wouldn't come. Come in, sir?" Slughorn was not at all unhappy about being interrupted in class. Instead, he was surprised by Tom's arrival.

"My girlfriend, Lamia Nocturne, professor, she was ill some time ago." Tom pulled Lamia to his side and put his arm around her shoulders affectionately.

There was a sudden gasp in the classroom, and even screams from several female students.

"Quiet!" Slughorn shouted back, then looked at Tom again, "Oh, that's the case, but I think Headmaster Dippedo must know about this, right, Tom?" Slughorn looked back and forth at Tom and Lamia, not knowing what to say.

"I don't know, but Professor Dumbledore knows, and I think he will tell the headmaster." After briefly explaining the situation, Tom stood at the door with a polite smile.

"That's good. Come in, Tom, and your girlfriend, uh..." Slughorn was frightened by Tom's words and couldn't remember Lamia's name for a moment, "Lamia Nocturne."

Tom repeated, with more displeasure in his eyes.

"Well, well, come in too, Miss Nocturne."

The two of them sat at the back of the classroom. Lamia didn't know why Tom chose such a remote position where he couldn't even see the professor.

"You'll know soon enough, Lamia."