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

The blond Flas McMillan was sulking by the Black Lake. He couldn't understand why everyone liked Tom. He had just taken a leave of absence for a semester, and when he came back, it seemed that Tom was the only one in everyone's eyes.

Flas pounded the ground angrily, completely unaware of Lamia behind him.

"Mr. McMillan, I wonder if you still remember me?" Lamia said softly.

Flas was startled, but when he saw that the person coming was Lamia, whom he had been thinking about, the dissatisfaction in his eyes disappeared instantly, "Of course I remember, hello, beautiful Miss Nocturne." Flas returned to his usual gentlemanly appearance.

Lamia felt very uncomfortable, she had never been so humble before, but she quickly calmed down.

Lamia chuckled, "I wonder if you'd be willing to do me a favor?"

"I'm happy to do so, Miss Lamia. Your beautiful face makes it hard for me to refuse." Flas' eyes were full of amazement, and his golden pupils reflected the beautiful smile of the silver-haired girl in front of him.

"What if I want you to help me escape from Hogwarts?" Lamia curled her silver hair around her ears and stared at Flas intently.

"That's too easy, Miss Lamia. I've even thought about your future destination for you." Fras is indeed a nobleman. Even though he is distracted at this moment, he will not give in as long as his interests are involved.

Lamia understood that if she wanted him to help her, she had to stay by his side. She rolled her eyes sarcastically in her heart, but did not show it on her face. She still smiled and nodded.

"That's great, Mr. McMillan."

Lamia and Flas agreed on a secret signal. As long as Lamia blew their family whistle, Flas would wait for her at the gate of Hogwarts and take her away.

After finishing all this, Lamia returned to Tom's dormitory. He still hadn't come back. Lamia calculated the time and found that she had been in the dream for almost a day. If nothing unexpected happened, she would wake up soon.

Sure enough, just as Lamia lay down, she returned to reality.

Hogwarts was filled with the students' laughter and joy. Their excessive excitement almost made them forget that the test results had not yet been announced. Fortunately, they all got satisfactory scores in the end, and Hermione deservedly won the first place in the whole grade.

Thanks to the intensive review a few days before the exam, Lamia was able to achieve a result that she was basically satisfied with.

But the whole Slytherin was surrounded by a bad mood, and it seemed that every little snake was disappointed for losing to Gryffindor, except Lamia.

Especially Draco, he hasn't even left his room for three days. When Pansy told Lamia about this, she was very surprised. No wonder Draco didn't come to see her in the past few days.

"Draco, are you okay?" Lamia knocked on the door gently, but there was no sound from inside.

"Has something happened to Draco?" Pansy, who had forced Lamia to come over, knocked on the door nervously.

Still no movement.

"Maybe he's just asleep," Lamia said soothingly.

"Impossible, how could he fall asleep with such a loud noise!" Pansy said loudly.

"We, no, you just break in." Pansy knocked on the door several times and said to Lamia.

"Me? Why?" Lamia was very puzzled. She could understand Draco very well. He might just want to heal himself like her and didn't like so many people.

"Draco won't allow us to enter his room, but you can." Pansy said unconvincedly, "But don't be so proud, because I will be the future mistress of the Malfoy family."

Lamia was helplessly pushed into the room by Pansy. After she entered, Pansy quickly closed the door and winked at her.

The room was dark, without even a candle. Relying on her meager memory, Lamia walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let in a faint light. Only then could she see the figure on the bed clearly.

Draco sat disheveled on the bed, seemingly oblivious to her.

Lamia walked over and sat down beside the bed: "Draco, are you okay?" She gently held Draco's bony hand.

Draco seemed to wake up suddenly. When he saw that the person coming was Lamia, he threw himself into her arms and burst into tears.

"Lamia, I lost you, I'm sorry." His voice was sobbing and full of great sadness.

"I'm right here, Draco, how could you lose me?" After training with Tom, Lamia was able to say such gentle words without any expression.

"I just lost you. I made a bet with Harry and I lost. I can never take the initiative to look for you again." Draco was comforted by Lamia's gentle words and took the initiative to tell her the reason.

"That doesn't count, Draco. Even if you can't come to me, I can still come to you." Lamia patted Draco's back and whispered in his ear.

"Really?" Draco said in surprise.

"Well, so don't be sad, okay?" Lamia rubbed Draco's platinum head as if coaxing a child.

After Lamia's comfort, Draco successfully woke up. He then noticed his messy hair and clothes that he hadn't changed for several days. He screamed and covered himself with the quilt.

"What's wrong?" Lamia was confused. She had already coaxed him into doing well, so why did he suddenly become like this again?

"Can you please go out first?" Draco's voice came out from under the quilt, sounding muffled.

"Okay." Lamia understood, stood up, and was about to leave, "Then come back in 3 minutes." Draco added quickly.

Lamia shook her head helplessly, obeyed Draco's wishes, and came in after 3 minutes.

As soon as she came in, Lamia smelled a refreshing scent of perfume. Draco on the bed was dressed neatly, with his hair combed back. The light in the room was dim, and the atmosphere was very ambiguous.

Lamia raised an eyebrow and walked over, and Draco's hands under the covers clenched into fists nervously.

"I'm ready, Lamia."