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

Just as Lamia entered, the entire hall was filled with discussion about Harry, and the entire school knew about the Philosopher's Stone, and how their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was the culprit.

"See, I've known for a long time that Quirrell doesn't look like a good guy." Draco was boasting at the Slytherin table, "He always targeted Lamia before. Even if Pot didn't defeat him, I would have taken action." After he finished speaking, Goyle and Crabbe clapped their hands vigorously as if it was set.

But Lamia acted as if she didn't hear anything and continued cutting the steak on the plate.

After a while, Harry and his friends walked in. No one knew who started the applause, but the hall erupted in applause. Harry bowed shyly and sat down in the Gryffindor seat.

There was discussion and applause at the Gryffindor table, but there was silence on the Slytherin side. Even just now, they didn't applaud Harry.

Harry was surrounded by the crowd, smiled at Lamia, then glanced at Draco provocatively. He instantly jumped up from his seat and wanted to throw the fork in his hand at her.

But before he could actually carry it out, Dumbledore came in and the noise in the hall suddenly quieted down.

Dumbledore: "Another year has passed!"

Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Dumbledore: "Before we indulge in the delicious food, I must trouble you all to listen to an old man's cliché. This year has been truly wonderful! ... You still have the entire summer vacation waiting for you, which will allow you to digest the knowledge and make some space for the knowledge next semester. Now, we must first hold the House Cup Awards Ceremony. The specific scores of each house are: fourth place Gryffindor, 312 points; third place Hufflepuff, 352 points; Ravenclaw, 426 points; Slytherin, 472 points."

There was a burst of cheers and stomping at the Slytherin table. Draco banged the table with his goblet. Goyle and Crabbe put down their steaks and followed their leader in casting mocking glances at Gryffindor.

Harry and Ron both averted their eyes in disgust. "Malfoy always makes people dislike him so easily."

But Lamia didn't care at all, as if the whole world was just her and the steak cut into pieces on the plate.

"But recent events must also be taken into account," Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled meaningfully.

The hall became very quiet, even the little snakes slowed down their breathing. Everyone looked at Dumbledore nervously. Hermione was anxiously counting the scores.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, whetting the students' appetites. "I still have a few final marks to distribute."

He glanced around and his voice suddenly became louder, "First item: Mr. Ron Weasley." Ron's face suddenly turned red, and he looked like a carrot dried in the sun.

"He won the most exciting game of chess at Hogwarts in many years. I reward Gryffindor House with fifty points for this." Dumbledore waved his hand. Ron was surrounded by everyone's gaze, but he didn't dare to look up.

Percy was loudly telling the other prefects, "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother!" He had completely lost his usual composure and was dancing with joy.

Next, Dumbledore gave Harry and Hermione 60 and 50 points respectively.

Lamia paused while cutting the steak, feeling that this was just like playing house. Dumbledore clearly favored Gryffindor, or rather, Harry.

The students from both colleges held their breath. Their scores were tied. Hermione pinched her fingers anxiously. Just one more point and they would beat Slytherin. She now regretted not answering one more question correctly in class.

Just as Lamia was wondering what method Dumbledore would use to help Harry win, he spoke again: "It takes superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, but it also takes great courage to stand up for ourselves in front of our friends. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with ten points."

Lamia waited for a long time but didn't hear her name called. It seemed that Dumbledore was determined to let Harry win. Although she didn't care which house the college cup would go to, it didn't affect her request for Dumbledore to increase her salary, especially when she didn't get any reward.

The whole Gryffindor was in an uproar, and the original green decorations in the hall were replaced with bright red.

At this moment, Lamia noticed the look Dumbledore was giving her, and she knew.

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore spread his hands helplessly, "Fawkes has passed away. I'm afraid your reward will have to wait until next time."

Lamia didn't respond. She walked over and looked at the pile of ashes with sparks on the table. "It's okay. I'll wait here for a while."

She would not let go of this golden opportunity. Who knew if Dumbledore would still remember her later? After all, he valued Harry more.

"Then please do as you please, child." Dumbledore walked out with the cup. "Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?" He suddenly turned back.

"No, sir."

Dumbledore did not tell Lamia how long it would take for the Phoenix to be reborn, so Lamia sat in Dumbledore's seat without any hesitation, prepared to wait for a long time.

But strangely, after a while, sparks from the ashes began to glow.

"Dumbledore, you're going to bleed profusely now."