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

Lamia and Harry were so close that Hagrid could only hear the sound of the wind in front of him. Harry could even feel the coldness on Lamia's lips.

"I didn't. I just thought that maybe we could live in Godric's Hollow in the future, like my parents." Harry's voice suddenly became louder, startling Hagrid in front of him. "What happened, Harry?"

"Nothing, Hagrid, I was just talking to Lamia about my parents." Harry's beautiful green eyes were full of guilt.

Harry turned his head expectantly waiting for Lamia's answer, but his hopes were doomed to fail as Lamia closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep.

"Okay, kids, here we are." Hagrid brought two first-year students to their destination for purchasing necessary items - Diagon Alley.

Harry became the focus as soon as he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron. All the wizards were vying to shake hands with him, and the outstanding-looking Lamia beside him was treated as a background board for the first time, but she didn't care. She just followed Hagrid silently with a decent smile on her face.

In fact, Lamia was not interested in the shabby environment and the rude wizards around her. She just occasionally looked at the novel magical items on the roadside.

"Hagrid, even though the list is clear, I don't have enough money to buy them." Harry held the parchment in his hand.

"Don't worry, Harry, your father left you a considerable inheritance. It's in Gringotts up ahead. It's the safest place in the wizarding world besides Hogwarts." Hagrid seemed to remember something and turned to look at Lamia.

"I think Harry would be willing to lend you the money." He winked at Lamia.

"I'd love to, Lamia," Harry said quickly.

"Thank you, Harry, and Mr. Hagrid." Lamia saluted skillfully. "Then I think I'll wait outside for you. Don't worry, I won't be far."

"Okay, Lamia, but you better be careful." Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief. He came here with Dumbledore's mission, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Lamia watched Hagrid and Harry leave, and then she felt relieved to search for the sweet scent that suddenly entered her nostrils.

When Lamia walked here, she was attracted by a strong smell that was even stronger than Harry's. She tried her best to suppress the primitive impulse in her body, but the fangs that were exposed from time to time at the corner of her mouth hinted at her desire.

Lamia had never encountered two overwhelming smells in such a short time. She couldn't help but wonder, did wizards eat sugar? Otherwise, why did each one smell so sweet?

The reason she refused to enter Gringotts was to find that scent and mark it. This was the biological nature of a pureblood.

Lamia's eyes scanned every wizard passing by like a radar, but found nothing. However, the faint smell in the air made her believe in her judgment.

At this time, Lamia noticed two figures, one big and one small, who were arguing on the side of the road.

"Dad, can't I really bring my flying broom to school?" The little boy with platinum hair and a dragon-shaped brooch on his clothes asked the adults around him in dissatisfaction.

"Draco, this is the school rule." The man's harsh tone made him shut up.

They were getting closer and closer to her, and Lamia was absolutely certain that these two were her targets.

She walked over and said, "Hello, sir. I heard you talking about school. Excuse me, is he also a freshman at Hogwarts?"

Lucius was very fond of the girl in front of him who had standard aristocratic etiquette. He smiled faintly and said, "Yes, beautiful lady, his name is Draco. Perhaps you can meet him."

"Hello, Draco, I'm Lamia Nocturne, nice to meet you." A pure smile bloomed on Lamia's fair face, and with her silver hair, she actually looked somewhat holy. Draco was stunned. He felt that the girl in front of him was like a holy unicorn.

"Hello, Lamia." His ears were red, but he still pretended to be aloof.

At this time, a hunched wizard in a black robe walked out of the shop next door. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm sorry, I have something small to talk to you in private." They whispered a few words, and Lucius's face looked very unhappy.

"Draco, you and Miss Nocturne stay here, I'll be back soon." Lucius held the scepter and pointed at Lamia, "Don't run around." He took a few steps and turned back to give instructions.

"Okay, Dad," Draco said casually.

Lamia kept staring at Draco's neck, her gaze seemed to have substance, so hot that Draco turned his head uneasily. "What are you looking at?" he asked.

"You." Lamia's red eyes were filled with darkness, and Draco even felt that she would pounce on him in the next second.

"What did you say?" His face flushed and he pretended not to hear clearly.

"I said, I'm looking at you, and I'm wondering what you smell like." Lamia approached step by step, and the cold breath broke into the territory of Master Platinum.

Draco was at a loss for words. He had never expected that such a holy-looking girl would have such evil thoughts about him.

If Lamia knew what he was thinking, she would definitely say: You are really overthinking it, I just want to drink your blood.

"You, you, I'm going to tell my dad." Draco raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then quickly suppressed it, "No matter how much you like me, it's impossible for us. The future mistress of the Malfoy family can only be a pure-blooded aristocrat." His tone was stiff and arrogant, but the joy in his gray eyes could not be hidden.

Lamia didn't want to endure it anymore, Draco's temptation was too strong for her, and she was hungry.

"Draco, do you like this?" The red flames on Lamia's fingertips changed into various dragon shapes according to her wishes, and even flew out of her palms and circled in the air.

Draco was stunned. "Let's go to a place with fewer people. I'll make you a bigger one, and you can even touch it." Lamia's seductive words were like the devil's whisper, which made Draco dizzy. He forgot everything Lucius said and followed her to a deserted corner.

"Dragon, where is the dragon?" Draco regretted it. The red eyes of Lamia in front of him flashed with a dark light. She looked at him as if she saw prey in her mouth, cold and cruel, without any trace of the holiness she had when they first met.

"I'll show you later. Now, I'm hungry." Lamia pushed Draco to the corner step by step.

"You'd better show me now, or let me go immediately, otherwise the Malfoy family will not let you go!" The young master's legs were shaking with fear, but he did not give in at all.

"Really? But I'm hungry and I don't have the energy to change." Lamia stretched out her cold fingers and moved them around Draco's neck, searching for the best entry point.

"You, what are you doing! Let me go, I will definitely tell my dad!" Draco was pressed against the wall. Lamia was incredibly strong and he couldn't break free at all.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon, dear." Lamia coaxed in a low voice. Her gentle tone seemed to be cast a magic, and Draco felt that everything around him slowed down.

After Draco calmed down, Lamia's eyes glowed red as she nibbled on his neck until a red mark appeared. Then she slowly inserted her fangs. The blood in her mouth flowed through every inch of Lamia's skin, leaving a unique taste memory that belonged to Draco.

"Hiss." The young platinum master, who had never been treated like this before, cried out in pain, but at the same time a strong numbing sensation came from his neck as if it was going to penetrate him. Draco felt that this feeling was more wonderful than watching a Quidditch match for a whole day.

Lamia's sucking slowed down, her soft lips rubbing against his neck, trying to make him feel better.

"Why don't you continue?" Draco's lips were pale, and there was obvious moisture in his open grey eyes. He didn't seem satisfied, and pressed Lamia's head against his neck.

"That's enough, Draco. You can't take any more." Lamia rubbed the tiny hole on his neck with her fingers, and magic power poured into her fingertips bit by bit.

"Draco, what are you doing to a lady?"