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

"Cough." Harry was frightened by Lamia's blunt words. He kept coughing, and his beautiful green eyes were filled with physiological tears.

Lamia patted Harry worriedly. "Next time you eat, I won't talk." Her ruby-like eyes dimmed. "No, Lamia, I just ate too fast."

Harry anxiously pulled Lamia's hand, her messy black hair shaking with his movements, as if she was also trying hard to deny it.

Lamia let Harry hold her hand, "You are too thin, you need to eat well." But Harry couldn't hear anything. He felt the softness in his hand, and his green eyes were full of joy.

At night, Harry lay in bed. He had never been in such a quiet environment. Dudley would always find ways to harass him, such as putting a screaming red-eyed clown on his bed or knocking on his door when going to the bathroom. He would always retaliate by removing the batteries in the clown's eyes and throwing them back in front of Dudley's door.

But he thought he would not do this again. Lamia's bright eyes seemed to appear in front of Harry. Her red eyes were so beautiful, Harry thought silently in his heart. Suddenly, he felt something hitting the window.

Harry walked over. In the dim candlelight, he couldn't see clearly. Perhaps it was a bat with a bunch of white hair. Harry wanted to drive it away, but after seeing the bat's blood-red eyes, he opened the window for some reason.

The bat flapped its wings and flew into his arms. Harry felt himself being hit by a powerful force and fell onto the bed behind him. The bat took the opportunity to crawl into his clothes and crawl inside. Harry was so itchy that he collapsed on the bed. He felt his body become heavy and raised his head, his eyes meeting a pair of familiar ruby ​​eyes.

"Lamia, is that you?" Harry's green eyes were full of surprise. Hearing the voice, Lamia poked her head out from under the quilt, revealing a faint smile, and the two fangs on her lips revealed her purpose.

Lamia was a little annoyed by Harry's body shaking violently with excitement. She forcefully restrained Harry's hands above his head, knelt on him, found the vein, and slowly inserted her fangs into it.

Harry felt the liquid flowing away and the intense pleasure gathering at his scalp. He couldn't help but hum, "Does it hurt?" Lamia's eyes were still red, but her movements were obviously much gentler.

"No, no." Harry's lips kept trembling, and turned slightly pale as a large amount of blood was lost.

Lamia calculated the timing and pulled out her fangs. When she opened her eyes, she met Harry's wet green eyes. "Are you full?" There seemed to be disappointment in her tone?

"No, but you can't stand it." Lamia got up from him and lay down on the other side of the bed. "I will eat well and take care of my body." Harry's voice trembled, and seemed cautious.

"Go to sleep." Lamia suddenly felt very sleepy. She found that she would be particularly sleepy whenever she drank Harry's blood. Could he have cast a spell on her? Lamia was still guessing before she fell asleep.

Lamia fell into a deep sleep and didn't notice that Harry was slowly approaching her. Their bodies were getting closer and closer until Lamia turned over and rolled into Harry's arms.

The cold but extremely soft touch made Harry freeze. He involuntarily put his head on Lamia's neck, smelling the faint fragrance there, and his hands firmly held Lamia's slender waist, preventing her from escaping from his arms.

Lamia slept so restlessly that she felt the earth shaking in her dreams.

"What's wrong with you?" Tom looked at Lamia in surprise as she was walking in circles.

"I can't breathe, something's strangling me," Lamia gasped. She felt something was wrapped around her waist.

"That's a pity. You can go to the hospital." Tom didn't even raise his head.

Lamia felt that Tom didn't care about her situation at all. He was just staring at the potion book in his hand, but she didn't notice that Tom hadn't turned the page for a long time.

"No, it's too uncomfortable. I even want to jump into the lake." If it was uncomfortable just now, then Lamia could swear that it was definitely more uncomfortable now. She felt her legs starting to ache, and her neck was wet and hot.

Lamia knew she was dreaming and she wanted to wake herself up, so she actually jumped into the lake.

"Splash" ripples appeared on the water surface, Lamia sank slowly, she felt much better, but there seemed to be another figure on the lake surface, she opened her eyes wide, Tom actually jumped down after her!

She was frightened and choked on the water. Bubbles swirled around her mouth. Lamia covered her neck uncomfortably. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and cold lips pressed against hers. Lamia, who had received oxygen, finally opened her eyes and met a pair of clear blue eyes.

Lamia didn't come out of the dream until she woke up. Those blue eyes kept repeating in her mind, so much so that she didn't notice her posture at first. It was the pain in her body that brought her back to reality.

Only then did she realize that she was being held down by something and couldn't move. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Harry's sleeping face close to her. His hands were on her waist, holding her whole body in his arms, just like she was sleeping with a pillow in her arms, and his legs were still tightly locked around her knees.

His head was resting on her neck, emitting hot air. Lamia finally understood why she felt so uncomfortable when she was dreaming. She slapped Harry awake.

Harry seemed to be fast asleep. When he woke up, his green eyes were full of grievance. "Lamia, why did you hit me?"

"What do you think?" Lamia stared at him. Harry, like a frightened rabbit, suddenly retracted his hands and legs. His face turned red. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Harry's apology was sincere, but it did not impress Lamia.

Lamia finally pushed Harry to the floor, took the entire bed to herself, and fell asleep comfortably, but this time she did not return to the dream.

After several days, Lamia was afraid of missing the start of school. Even Sana asked her several times when she would leave so that she could prepare a farewell party. Hagrid finally came back, "Sorry, kids, I lost track of time." He scratched his head, which was covered with long curly hair, embarrassedly.

"It's okay, Hagrid, I packed my things a long time ago." Lamia is always very polite in front of humans.

"Excellent, kid. Where's Harry?" Hagrid looked at Harry, who was standing next to Lamia with a wronged look on his face. "What's wrong with you, Harry? You look unhappy."

"I'm fine, Hagrid. I'm done packing too." Although Harry was talking to Hagrid, his eyes never left the silver-haired girl beside him.

Harry lied. He was actually very sad. Lamia hadn't spoken to him for a week and ten minutes because of what happened last time. She also stopped drinking her own blood. Even when he deliberately cut his finger, he couldn't attract Lamia's attention.

"Great! Let's go!" Hagrid gave up the motorcycle behind him.

"Lamia, are you hungry?" Harry pinched the corner of his clothes nervously, like a prisoner waiting for the death sentence.

"I'm not hungry, Harry." Lamia didn't look at Harry, but studied Hagrid's motorcycle.

"Why? Lamia, I ate a lot, you don't have to worry." Harry counted his breakfast, "I ate a whole turkey leg and a few pumpkin pies..." Harry counted on his fingers.

"Harry, don't you understand what our relationship is?" Lamia finally turned around and interrupted Harry's chatter.

"Friend?" Harry looked closely at Lamia's face, his words full of uncertainty.

"But you're too close to me." Lamia laughed, her eyes full of sarcasm. "Friends shouldn't be like you. You make me feel like I should do something to you."

"Then I won't be friends with you." Harry's green eyes were filled with tears. "I like you, Lamia. I mean, I want to be close to you."

"Are you seducing me, Harry?"