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

"My poor sweetheart, you can't be! You're so handsome, how could any girl not like you?" Mrs. Binris noticed the boy's momentary loss of spirit and hurried to comfort him. "She's sure to like this dress. Every girl doesn't like a pretty dress. If you give it to her, she might be very happy!"

Mrs. Binris's words were like a thunderclap, which made Tom's depressed mood suddenly lively. "Really? Will she really be happy?" Tom grabbed the skirt with a little force, and a few stripes appeared on it.

"Yes, dear child, don't damage the skirt by holding it. Give it to me and I will help you put it away." Mrs. Binris looked at the skirt that was beginning to wrinkle in his arms with pity.

"Come on, boy, I hope you can win her heart." Mrs. Binris handed the packed dress to Tom.

He nodded. For the first time, he felt that perhaps he had been wrong. If Lamia wanted him to let go, Tom immediately covered his chest. The sharp pain inside made it impossible for him to speak. "I won't let go."

Tom calmed down and walked on the road of Hogsmeade again. He felt that the distance between him and Lamia was getting closer and closer, and his heart seemed to beat again.

Tom was nervous as he entered the magic item shop at the end of the road, wanting Lamia to be there but also not wanting her to see him in such a low position.

After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Tom walked into the dark room. There seemed to be no one inside, but there was a familiar smell lingering around. He was sure it was Lamia.

But after searching everywhere, Tom couldn't find Lamia. "Hello? How can I help you?" The boss walked back to the counter and called out several times before Tom heard her and came over.

"I want to ask, have you seen a silver-haired girl?"

Tom said.

"Oh, you're talking about this. She just left. I don't know where she went. She seemed quite anxious."

The boss said that few people wanted those things, so he remembered them very clearly, even Lamia's appearance was deeply remembered.

"What did she buy?" Tom asked, suppressing his excitement.

"These are private matters. I can't tell you about them." The boss covered his mouth and glanced at the dusty magical instruments on the shelf.

"I want all of these." Tom threw a bag of gold galleons on the table, making a crisp sound. He was not short of money.

"Well, that lady bought a bottle of phoenix tears and dragon bones. As soon as I gave it to her, she ran away. She was very anxious, as if she had seen something terrible."

The boss described everything about Lamia in vivid detail, even telling which foot she stepped in first when she came in.

Tom smiled to himself, knowing full well that Lamia had seen him.

Walking out of the store, Tom habitually looked to the right. There was a bar there that was very popular among Hogwarts students. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure with silver hair lazily draped behind him. He held a bottle of wine in his hand and poured it into his mouth with a painful look on his face.

Tom, who originally wanted to rush in directly, decided to play a trick on Lamia. The troublemaker who ran around would be severely punished.

Tom, who had a plan, pretended not to see anything, walked behind Lamia, and patted her lightly, "Lamia."

Lamia reeked of alcohol and was holding an empty bottle in her arms. "Did you sneak out just to drink this?" Tom smiled and held the limp Lamia in his arms. Lamia was unconscious at the moment and ignored the coldness in his eyes.

"Drink." Lamia said in a daze.

"You've drunk too much, Lamia. Come back with me." Tom pressed her head into his arms and bit her earlobe lightly. Lamia trembled slightly, then lay in his arms motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.

Tom took the bottle of wine he had just ordered, picked up the soft Lamia in his arms, and walked towards Hogwarts Castle. The road was no different from the way they came, and it was even colder, but Tom acted as if he felt nothing, with gentle eyes, and covered Lamia with his black robe.

The comfortable environment made Lamia rub the elastic body under her at ease and closed her eyes completely.

"Go to sleep." Tom's voice seemed to ring in Lamia's ears, but she had long lost the consciousness to speak, and just hugged the strong waist out of habit.

Tom was suddenly hugged tightly, and he was surrounded by a satisfaction he had never felt before. Lamia had never relied on him so much, even before... he worked very hard, but she had never felt this way.

"You always make me feel better easily." Tom supported the girl's back helplessly and kissed her hair. "But I like it very much."

When Tom returned to the dormitory, he was already wet. He never liked using spells.

"Wait for me." Tom put Lamia back on the bed and walked into the shower room. Instead of using hot water, he chose to wash his tired body with ice-cold water.

Countless drops of water dripped from his hair, fell onto his chest, leaving water marks on it, and then fell straight to the ground, making a dripping sound.

It took Tom a long time to come out, and he saw Lamia's eyelashes tremble.

You're lying to me again. Tom approached the bed with amusement, wanting to scare this unruly girl.

Maybe the coldness from his body stimulated the girl, and her body was shaking slightly.

"You're awake, Lamia." Tom moved his head closer. Sure enough, as soon as Lamia opened her eyes, their eyes met. The sparks that collided made Tom's whole body hot again.

"Want a drink?" Tom looked at Lamia playfully as she quickly looked away.

"No more drinking," Lamia said, her voice full of guilt.

"You smell of alcohol. Let me help you wash." Tom stood up holding Lamia and walked towards the shower room.

"No, I can do it myself." Lamia struggled with an ugly expression.

Tom's good mood suddenly fell, "You're only well-behaved when you're not sober."

He said.

"Then let you lose consciousness again." Tom poured the whole bottle of wine on the table into Lamia. She was very reluctant at first, but later she couldn't resist Tom's temptation.

Drink up all the wine in the bottle.

"Good girl, take a shower before going to bed." Tom carried the sleeping Lamia and walked into the shower room easily.

He adjusted the temperature and placed Lamia in his arms.

"If it could always be like this, I would rather you stay asleep forever."