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

"You can't do this, this is a classroom!" Lamia knew what Tom meant without thinking, and she turned her head away angrily.

"I didn't say anything, Lamia." Tom couldn't help laughing, "I said you can eat here. I brought pumpkin pie. Don't you want to try it?" Tom took out a piece of fragrant pie from somewhere and said cunningly.

Lamia had always wanted to taste human food, ever since she was in the orphanage. "I want to eat it." She looked at the tempting golden pie in Tom's hand.

"But I'm hungry too. Let's eat together, okay?" Tom hid his hands behind his back with a smile on his face.

"You don't look hungry at all," Lamia said.

"I'm better at disguising myself," Tom said meaningfully.

"Then what do you want?" Lamia felt that she would never be able to defeat Tom, at least not until her magic power recovered.

"Feed me." Tom stuffed the pie into Lamia's palm.

"Here." Lamia took a bite and found that it was not as delicious as she had imagined. It was more similar to the caterpillar gummy candy she had eaten before. The sweet and sticky taste made her not want to eat it a second time.

"Not tasty?" Tom frowned. "Then forget it." He threw the pie casually, and it happened to fall on the table of a boy who exuded a cold aura.

"Antonin, I'm sorry." Tom smiled and patted Antonin Dolokhov on the shoulder.

"It's okay." The young man with short dark hair turned his head, revealing a pair of brown eyes. The disgust in his eyes disappeared instantly when he saw Tom clearly.

"Here, here." A pale, slender hand handed over a sandwich. Lamia could even smell the smoked ham inside - Ron often ate this.

"Ron? Here comes another one, Lamia, you know so many people." Tom narrowed his eyes and stretched out his voice. Lamia had a bad feeling.

"Tom, he's just an ordinary classmate." Lamia's weak explanation did not dispel Tom's doubts. "You mean, an ordinary classmate, you can remember what he often eats, right, Lamia." Tom's hand on her leg was ready to move.

"Then what do I like to eat? Tell me, Lamia, tell me and I'll let you go." Tom's movements became more and more bold, and he restrained himself completely because this was a classroom.

"How should I know? You've never eaten in front of me." Lamia said desperately.

"Then you must observe me carefully from now on. I will ask questions at any time." Lamia couldn't believe that Tom let her go so easily.

Antonin Dolokhov, who was sitting opposite him, was completely ignored. His hands were sore from holding the sandwich, and his face was flushed with embarrassment at the bold behavior between the two men. Fortunately, his face was usually pale enough, and he looked a little better now.

"Do you want more?" he asked weakly.

"Yes, of course. I want to know if Lamia will like what Ron likes." Tom stared at Lamia and took the sandwich from Antonin.

"Tom, I need some privacy." Lamia frowned. His control was too suffocating.

"Suffocating? That's only after you eat Ron's favorite sandwich." Tom slowly peeled off the paper covering the sandwich, and Lamia felt herself wrapped in coldness.

"That's not what I said. Ron doesn't like to eat this. His mother always makes it." Lamia thought that saying this might help Tom understand that she and Ron were really just ordinary classmates.

"So, you went home with him?" Tom was so angry that he laughed. He moved his hands more vigorously, and the crisp sound made the students in front of him look back frequently.

"That's enough, Tom." Lamia rubbed her aching forehead and said weakly.

"Did I get it right?" Tom's expression showed a jealousy that he himself didn't even realize.

"No, he just said it himself." Lamia finished everything in one breath in annoyance.

"Oh, then try this and see if you like it." Tom handed the sandwich to Lamia's mouth.

The soft bread, crispy vegetables, and ham inside are so delicious that it’s many times better than pumpkin pie.

"It's not delicious, not as delicious as pumpkin pie." Lamia said against her will, but this time Tom didn't seem to hear what she was thinking. Sure enough, he didn't lie to himself. Sometimes he couldn't hear.

Lamia chewed it with confidence, she liked the taste very much.

"Not that great, pumpkin pie is definitely much better." Tom took a big bite where Lamia had taken her bite.

"Well, yes," Lamia said perfunctorily, swallowing the last bite.

"But we can't waste food. Since it doesn't taste good, we have to find a way to make it taste good." Tom paused with the sandwich in his hand, "Feed me."

"Does that make it tasty?" Lamia took the sandwich skeptically and raised it to Tom's mouth.

"That's not the case. Think about it again." Tom didn't say anything, but looked straight at Lamia.

"What do you want me to do?" Lamia spread her hands, with an expression of not wanting to eat.

"If you guess right, I will take you to Hogsmeade." Tom made a condition that Lamia could hardly refuse. She needed to leave Hogwarts and prepare the things she needed to restore her magic. She had heard of Hogsmeade, and maybe she could find what she needed there.

"How about it?" Tom understood, but still wanted Lamia to agree in person.

"Okay," Lamia said.

"Then you start." Tom found a comfortable position and prepared to enjoy Lamia's movements behind him.

Lamia broke off a piece of sandwich with one hand and stroked Tom's face with the other hand. The gentle and slow touch made Tom upset. "Wrong, Lamia." But he suppressed his emotions and said gently.

Lamia withdrew her hand so quickly that Tom felt lost.

Lamia thought about it for a long time and finally understood what Tom meant. "How despicable." She couldn't help but curse.

"You finally understand? I thought you were going to keep pretending until sunset." The sun was glaring outside, and Tom was obviously mocking her.

"I won't do that, Tom." Lamia threw the sandwich into his arms. "It's up to you, eat it or not." Lamia thought she would always find another opportunity.

"That won't do. Wasting food is not what a good student does." Tom stuffed the sandwich into Lamia's hand again. "You'd better think about it. This is your only chance." His low voice was full of temptation.

Lamia still couldn't convince herself that she couldn't take the risk.

Lamia took a bite of the sandwich resignedly and moved her mouth closer to Tom. "It's too far, I can't reach it." Tom deliberately moved to the side. Lamia's red eyes suddenly widened with anger.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Tom put his face close to hers and kissed the red lips he had coveted for a long time. "It tastes much better indeed." He smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"Is it okay now?" Lamia wiped her mouth, trying to erase the feeling from her heart.

"No, look, there are still a lot." Tom raised the sandwich in her hand.

"Um, do you still want your pumpkin pie?"