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

Just as Lamia was about to be forced to accept Tom, she woke up from her sleep and returned to Hogwarts.

But strangely, Lamia found herself waking up in the medical wing, with a platinum-colored head lying beside the bed.

"Draco." Lamia's voice was dry and low, but Draco still jumped up in an instant.

"Lamia, you're finally awake." His eyes were bloodshot from staying up late. Lamia was a little confused. She remembered that she was clearly sleeping in bed, so how did she end up sleeping in the medical wing?

"What happened?" Lamia took a sip of the water Draco handed her, and her throat felt much better.

"Lamia, you've been in a coma for three days! I can't even get into the girls' dormitory, so I asked Pansy to bring you out." Draco was obviously still in shock, his gray eyes full of fear.

"It's so bizarre." Lamia couldn't remember anything. The only thing she had in doubt was the ineffective heat preservation spell that Dumbledore had cast on her. Lamia's expression became solemn.

"What happened recently?" Lamia asked.

"Nothing." Draco spoke quickly without thinking, lowering his head guiltily, not daring to look Lamia in the eye.

"Lamia!"

Before Lamia could ask clearly, Harry's voice came from outside the door.

Lamia sat up, and Draco considerately placed a pillow behind her. "Harry, why are you here?"

"Madam Pomfrey only allows one escort here, and I couldn't snatch Draco away last night." Harry said and glared at the complacent Draco.

Before Lamia could ask, Harry told her everything that had happened recently. "Lamia, Draco and I agreed to go to the Forbidden Forest to pick herbs for you, but he didn't go. He also found Filch, so Hagrid took us to patrol the Forbidden Forest. You don't know how dangerous the Forbidden Forest is at night..."

Harry's expression suddenly grew serious. "If Curse hadn't saved me, you'd probably never see me again. Vol... You-Know-Who is still alive! Quirrell stole the Philosopher's Stone to revive him!"

During the days that Lamia was in a coma, Harry and the other two had successfully obtained information and discovered Quirrell's secret.

"Nonsense! Pott, I was there, but I didn't ask Filch to come." Draco pushed Harry away angrily, "Lamia, don't believe him. I was there too, and I was also punished to patrol the Forbidden Forest."

"Malfoy, stop quibbling. If Professor McGonagall hadn't found you, you would never have come out." Harry seemed very worried that Lamia would not believe him.

"Okay, I believe you." Lamia interrupted the quarrel between the two and looked at Harry beside her. "And what, Harry?"

"The mysterious man was sucking the unicorn's blood at the time. He was extremely weak."

Harry said.

"I'm glad you're okay." Lamia smiled.

"What about me, Lamia, aren't you worried about me?" Draco's enlarged handsome face appeared in front of Lamia, with obvious resentment.

"I'm worried about you too." Lamia touched his head.

The two of them were like puppies having their fur stroked, looking at Lamia quietly, their eyes full of anticipation.

"Okay, all of you go out, I'm tired."

After the two left, Lamia reorganized all the information she had obtained in her mind.

Lamia was sure that Draco was not lying. Then how did Filch discover Harry and the others, and set up such a painless punishment, and also happened to let Harry meet Voldemort.

Lamia doesn't believe in the so-called fate. In her opinion, there is a trace of everything. The heat preservation spell cast by Dumbledore at the end made him the number one suspect.

Lamia suddenly thought of something and understood everything, but she couldn't tell it easily. This was still Dumbledore's territory. If it was really what she thought, she couldn't tell anyone.

"Looks like I have to visit the principal tomorrow." Lamia absentmindedly played with the broken hair in her hand.

"Hello again, kid."

The sudden sound startled Lamia. She looked around warily and found Dumbledore standing at the door. He was wearing a well-fitting wizard robe and his white beard was still as long as when she first saw him.

"I'm glad you woke up so quickly." Dumbledore smiled.

"Principal, I think you know best why I fell into a coma, right?" Lamia quickly regained her composure and crossed her arms.

"It seems you've guessed it all. You're very smart, child." Dumbledore walked up to Lamia with a smile and opened his hand, which contained several yellow candies. "Would you like to try some? Lemon Sherbet, it's delicious."

"No, sir." Lamia shook her head.

"I'm so sorry," Dumbledore said kindly as he peeled a candy and put it in his mouth. "I did put a spell on you, but it's harmless. You looked very tired the past few days."

"What about the Forbidden Forest?"

"Shhh."

"It's a secret, kid."

Dumbledore blinked, hinting at something, and the information Lamia got from his eyes successfully confirmed her guess - all this was a test for Harry, and she didn't need to intervene.

"Get some rest, child." Dumbledore left quickly, and Lamia was left alone in the room again.

As for the fun that was to come, Lamia had no intention of getting involved. She didn't want to be paid special attention by Dumbledore, which was not a good thing.