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

Lamia stared at the ashes in front of her without blinking, as they trembled and trembled, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Sure enough, after a while, a bald bird's head emerged from the ashes. The bird's eyes were still closed, and the outline of a phoenix could be vaguely seen on its body.

Lamia curiously touched the unstable little creature in front of her with her fingers, but unexpectedly, it fell directly into her hand, accompanied by the sharp cry of the chick.

Lamia felt the warmth in her palm. Little Fox was lying in her palm and sniffing, seeming to like this first human being he had come into contact with.

Lamia was rummaging through Dumbledore's desk, and sure enough, she found the bird-beaked bottle of milk and an unknown red liquid that had been prepared long ago. She quickly filled the bottle and fed it to Fawkes. Just as she was concentrating on the bottle, she glanced inadvertently and found that Fawkes had opened his eyes, and was blinking his dark, bean-like eyes at her.

Lamia put Fox back to its original nest, but it seemed afraid that Lamia would abandon it. It flapped its wings with few feathers and flew to Lamia's collar, rubbing its soft head against her chin.

Lamia finally took it down and put it back on the table. Fox understood what Lamia meant, so he just lay on the table blankly, his eyes always focused on her.

"It seems Fawkes likes you very much." Dumbledore stood at the door without knowing when, holding a steaming cup in his hand. "But don't worry, this is the phoenix's chick complex. Once it sees me, it will stop bothering you."

Dumbledore stepped closer, placed his finger on Fawkes's head, and said affectionately, "It was just like that before."

But unlike the closeness that Dumbledore had imagined Fawkes would show, it bit him directly. Although its tender beak did not hurt him, it did break a piece of skin.

Lamia was embarrassed for Dumbledore because Fawkes jumped into her palm again and kept chattering at Dumbledore. Even if they didn't understand what he said, they knew it wasn't anything good.

"How about I go out first?" Lamia felt that the atmosphere in the room was obviously wrong. As soon as she took a step back, Fox jumped into her collar again, and this time even went straight in.

Lamia looked awkwardly at Dumbledore, who remained silent, "Perhaps it's cold?"

Dumbledore smiled wryly. "My child, it seems that it considers you its master. No one has ever seen it achieve nirvana before. You and it have a strong connection."

"Then I'll take it back first. When it grows up and recovers its memory, I'll send it back." Lamia instantly thought of the most beneficial method for herself, so that she could get more Phoenix Tears.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, shocked by Lamia's shamelessness, but he finally agreed. After all, he couldn't think of a way to keep Fawkes for the time being.

Lamia originally just wanted to take more Phoenix tears while Dumbledore was away, but she didn't expect to be recognized as her master by the Phoenix.

Even until Lamia sat back on the bed in the dormitory, she had not recovered from what had just happened, while Fox had obviously adapted to the new environment and was jumping around the room curiously.

Lamia had never had a pet, so she followed Dumbledore's instructions and prepared a cotton bed for Fawkes, with a few branches on top.

But Fox seemed to like her collar more than the nest. He would always jump up when she wasn't paying attention and she couldn't get rid of him. Over time, Lamia got used to having a warm little guy lying in her collar.

At night, Lamia lay in bed, and Fox still stayed in her collar. Fortunately, Lamia always had a good sleeping posture, so there was no need to worry about hurting it.

It was a familiar scene again. Lamia turned her head and saw Tom lying beside her. It seemed that he had really encountered a lot of troubles recently, and even his brows were tightly furrowed when he slept.

Lamia touched the Phoenix Tears she brought in her arms. After many attempts, she found that the key to restoring magic power lies in these tears, and the dragon bones only serve to accelerate the process.

But now is not the best time to restore her magic power. At least she has to relax Tom's vigilance first. It would be best if she succeeds in one go. After she escapes from Tom's control, she can think of other ways to get rid of him completely.

After making a simple plan, Lamia got up gently and walked towards the door in the moonlight. She kept an eye on Tom on the bed and found that he was sleeping soundly, so she walked out of the room with peace of mind.

After a while, Lamia found a perfect place to hide her things - in the hollow of the Whomping Willow.

She can easily avoid the Whomping Willow's attacks by turning into a bat. The things hidden in it are difficult for anyone to find them. No one in the entire Hogwarts would want to get close to the Whomping Willow.

Lamia brushed the dirt off her hands and quietly returned to Tom's room. Tom was still in the same position.

Lamia breathed a sigh of relief, slowly climbed onto the bed, and gently pulled the quilt over her, but just as she closed her eyes and thought everything was fine, Tom suddenly spoke.

"Where have you been?" His voice was not loud, but it made Lamia inexplicably frightened.

Lamia opened her eyes and looked over. Tom's eyelids were tightly closed, as if it wasn't him who had just spoken.

"I went out for some fresh air. It was a bit stuffy." Lamia said casually.

"You're lying." Tom's eyes shot open and he pulled Lamia into his arms, forcing her to face him.

"I'm not lying. I really just went out to get some fresh air." Lamia felt that as long as she didn't confess, Tom would never be able to find any evidence.

"Stop pretending. I followed you out. I know everything you did. You'd better tell me clearly." Tom's blue eyes were scrutinizing, and his gaze like a venomous snake was fixed on Lamia in his arms.

"Really, no, I just walked to the lake for a while." Lamia bit her lip, her face pale.

"I hope what you said is true." Tom's expression softened, and he stared at Lamia's slender white neck in a trance.

Lamia finally felt relieved. She knew that Tom was cheating her, so she kept insisting that she was just wandering around. Although Tom didn't completely believe it, he had no evidence.

Tom had been pinching Lamia's chin until just now.

Although he quickly loosened his grip, Lamia still had a horrific bruise on her chin. Her lips were abnormally bloody, as if she had used too much force just now, causing the skin to break and trickles of blood to seep out.

Tom's rough fingers kept rubbing Lamia's lips, wiping away all the blood. "Are you hungry?" His eyes were dark, with an indelible ink color in them.

"Not bad." Lamia didn't dare to say that she wasn't hungry. Tom's temper recently was completely different from before, as if he had become a different person.

"But I hope you're hungry." Tom didn't consider Lamia's feelings at all. He stuffed his fingers into Lamia's mouth and teased her soft tongue tip.

Lamia didn't dare to close her mouth at all. Her teeth were very sharp, and her mouth was soon filled with the smell of blood, with a familiar sweet taste.

"Is it delicious?" Tom's voice became even hoarse.

Lamia had obviously been aroused by his blood and had lost the consciousness to reply, only knowing how to plunder frantically.

Tom lay on the bed enjoying himself, letting Lamia be as unrestrained with him as she wanted. When she was tired, he would take the initiative to seduce her to continue.

In the end, Lamia felt like she had run around the entire earth, and she collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Originally, she would only suck a few mouthfuls of blood from Tom's neck, but she didn't expect Tom to have so many tricks. Although she couldn't answer, her memory would not disappear. When Lamia thought of what she had just experienced, she wanted to kill Tom right away.

"I love you so much, Lamia. Promise me you will never leave me." Tom lay on Lamia's waist obsessively, his lips shining with crystal water color.

Lamia was too tired to reply. She closed her eyes and let Tom hold her tightly in his arms.

When Lamia woke up again, Tom was no longer by her side.

Lamia ignored the dry pain in her throat and stood up despite the discomfort. Tom had been getting busier and busier recently, and Lamia always felt that something big was about to happen.

She had to prepare for her plan as soon as possible.

After taking a moment to recover, Lamia turned into a bat and flew low over Hogwarts, feeling the chaotic smell in the air. She needed to find that person from it.