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

Tom walked out from the shadows and put his arm around Lamia's shoulders forcefully. The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I was here first." Flas's hair, which was slightly lighter than his eye color, was combed back, and the corners of his mouth were raised. Compared with Tom's cold face, he looked much gentler.

"If you don't understand what I'm saying, you might as well take a look at this. No one likes a troll in heat." Tom took out his wand and waved it lightly. A thick dictionary was thrown into Flas's arms. He staggered for a moment before he could barely keep his balance.

Lamia couldn't help laughing out loud. Tom had never acted like this in front of strangers, especially in such a dignified occasion. She was looking forward to Tom's next behavior. Would he give in because of this man's identity?

"No." Tom suddenly turned his head. "Or, have you softened your heart?" His azure eyes suddenly became deep, with an indescribable danger.

Lamia was looked at by him and became decisive and honest.

"And sir, I think you have also seen that my lover and I both feel that your existence is unnecessary." Tom put one hand in his pocket and held Lamia tightly with the other hand.

The smile on Flas's face was about to fade, but he still didn't plan to leave. Instead, he reached out and conjured a rose from his bosom and handed it to Lamia. "This is for you, beautiful lady. I think you should be like this rose and find the one who truly belongs to it."

After saying this, Flas glanced suggestively at Tom who was standing next to Lamia.

"She doesn't like it." Tom took the rose first. The beautiful rose seemed very fragile in his hand.

"Sir, as a gentleman, your current behavior offends me. At least this rose is not given to you." No matter how good-tempered Flas was, he couldn't control himself at this moment.

"You tell him." Tom sneered and held the rose in his palm, and the petals shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Lamia knew very well that at this moment, she could only stand on Tom's side without hesitation, but she could not completely offend Master McMillan. Maybe she would need his help later, but Lamia did not dare to think too much about it. She did not forget that Tom could hear her thoughts.

Lamia secretly glanced at Tom who was staring at Flas. It seemed that he had no chance to listen to her thoughts at all.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McMillan, this rose is beautiful, but I can't have it." Lamia glanced at Tom seemingly unintentionally, hinting at her current situation.

Flas seemed to understand Lamia's hint, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "It's okay, miss, the rose will not disappear, it will have a better place." After that, he picked up the rose fragments on the ground and restored it to its original state right under Lamia's nose.

"Nothing new." Tom's face turned very dark, especially when Lamia spoke to Flas in a friendly manner.

"I wonder if I might have the honor of knowing your name?" Flas ignored Tom and raised the rose in his hand.

"Lamia Nocturne, thank you for the rose." Lamia did not accept the rose. Her goal had been achieved. She believed that it would not be long before she could... Lamia did not dare to think about it any further.

"What can I do?" Tom had been holding her hand from the beginning, and now he tightened it, causing Lamia to feel pain.

"I'm asking you, what's possible?" Tom ignored Flas in front of him and hugged Lamia in his arms. "You'd better not have that idea, otherwise, I don't know what I would do."

"No, Tom, I just thought maybe he could help you." Lamia endured the pain in her hand and gently stroked Tom's thin face, hoping to calm him down.

"That's better." Tom loosened his grip and enjoyed Lamia's touch. "Why aren't you leaving?" He let out a smug look that made Flas clench his fists.

Flas turned around with regret, and his eyes made Lamia feel a little embarrassed. How could she see salvation in it?

Tom's mood is very unstable now. Lamia thinks this is related to his previous practice of black magic. She once read in a book that black magic can change people's minds and make them swallowed by darkness.

Thinking of this, Lamia sighed softly.

Tom didn't notice, he was staring in the direction where Flas had left.

Lamia suddenly felt sorry for Fras, but this only proved that he was useless, and Lamia would not be soft-hearted towards a useless person.

After the dinner, Tom took Lamia back to his room. The two hardly spoke along the way. They each had their own plans. Lamia didn't dare to think too much, for fear that Tom would discover her plan. Tom seemed to be struggling with something difficult, otherwise he wouldn't have said nothing.

Lamia was lying on the bed, feeling a little uncomfortable because it was the first time she wasn't held by Tom.

She turned around quietly and found that Tom had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Lamia just lay there until she came back to reality.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Lamia heard a noisy sound outside. She got up from the bed, washed up quickly, and found that there was no one outside, but the noise in the lounge was still very loud.

When Lamia arrived at the common room, she discovered that there were many Slytherin students here. They were all very excited, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and some even had red faces.

Draco stood at the front and said, "The glory of Slytherin cannot be destroyed by anyone!" After he said that, Crabbe and Goyle put down the croissants in their hands and stood up in response.

Some little snakes who didn't understand the situation were stretching their heads to listen to other people's explanations. Lamia was one of them. Soon, she understood that Draco and Harry had made a bet, and the content of the bet was the upcoming final exam results. Needless to say, the bet was Lamia.

But Draco secretly mobilized the entire Slytherin community, directly escalating the bet between the two of them to between the colleges. It was even rumored that Snape and Professor McGonagall allowed it.

When Lamia thought of the two deans who were secretly competing with each other, she felt that the rumor was not false.

But the final exams at Hogwarts were full of variety, and Lamia had never seen such strange assessment items.

Professor Flitwick actually asked them to go into the classroom one by one to see if they could make a white carrot walk across half the classroom in a cat-like manner.

Professor McGonagall asked them to turn an earthworm into a tie, and the more exquisite the better.

As for Potions, no one could remain calm under Snape's death gaze, not even Lamia. He stood behind them, closely watching everyone's every move, ready to spray venom at any time.

Lamia even felt that he would walk up to her and kick over her cauldron in the next second.

The assessment for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was very simple and crude. They were asked to write a three-foot-long paper. Quirrell didn't even show up at the assessment site. Lamia felt that Quirrell must be too busy, like his master.

In addition to these, there were a lot of written tests, such as History of Magic. They were required to answer the questions on the anti-cheating parchment with anti-cheating quills. Lamia even reviewed for a long time late at night. After all, the entire Slytherin was in conflict with Gryffindor, and as a Slytherin, she certainly couldn't fall behind.

Fortunately, the final exam was over, and everyone, including the professors, breathed a sigh of relief. After all, during this period, the number of visiting students from the two colleges alone was almost enough to break down their door.

When the last parchment was collected, everyone couldn't help but cheer. They could have fun for a whole week before the final results came out.

Ron, in particular, was so excited that he could hardly express it in words. "Merlin, Harry, stop betting with Malfoy. You have no idea how perverted Hermione has been these days. She even won't let me have dinner!" When Ron thought of the hard times he had lived before, even the chicken leg in his mouth didn't taste good anymore.

Harry also felt very regretful. He didn't expect Malfoy to play such a big game.

The campus was warm and beautiful. Even the giant squid that had been submerged in the Black Lake all year round came out to bask in the sun, and a group of Gryffindor students were teasing its whiskers.

Only Lamia stood alone under the tree, looking at the vibrant campus.

It wasn't that no one invited her out, even Pansy invited her, but Lamia refused everyone.

Now that she was about to leave school, Dumbledore would definitely seize this opportunity. Hogwarts was about to usher in a good show, and she didn't want to be a role in it.

Sure enough, after a while, Harry came running hurriedly from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and the three of them successfully met up.

"Oh no! We must tell Dumbledore about this. Hagrid told the man in black about the method through Fluffy. I think that person is most likely Quirrell!"

"Maybe it's Snape." Ron suddenly said, and Lamia guessed it must be because Snape scolded him in the Potions exam.

The three of them didn't even notice Lamia standing under the tree as they hurried to the principal's office.

Lamia came out from under the tree after they left. She needed to lower her presence now.

But things don't always go as she wishes.

"Miss Nocturne, I'm so sorry you have to come with me."