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

When Lucius found Draco, he was furious at the scene before him. He couldn't believe that his son was actually pressed against the wall by a girl. There was almost no space between them. The girl's mouth was even pressed tightly against Draco's neck. "Draco, I thought I told you that a gentleman shouldn't do such an offensive thing to a beautiful lady."

His hand holding the scepter trembled slightly, "Apologize to this lady immediately!"

Draco jumped out of Lamia's arms almost the moment he saw his father. He lowered his head guiltily, "I'm sorry, Lamia."

"Dear Mr. Malfoy, please allow me to interrupt. Draco did not do anything excessive to me. I allowed everything." Lamia lifted the hem of her skirt, with a decent and polite smile on her face.

"Miss Nocturne, we're sorry, we were rude." Lucius pulled Draco and stopped talking to Lamia. The two of them quickly disappeared from Lamia's sight.

"It tastes really good." Lamia licked her lips, which seemed to still be warm, savoring the taste of Draco.

"Lamia, I finally found you." Harry panted, his messy black hair wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, "I thought something happened to you."

"I'm fine, Harry," Lamia stretched out her slightly pale fingers to brush away Harry's sweat-soaked black hair from his forehead. "Have you bought the things?" She looked at the large and small bags in Harry's hands.

"Well, I bought yours too. Now all that's left is the wand." Harry felt the coolness on his forehead and closed his eyes comfortably. Then he remembered something and opened them suddenly. "However, I don't know your size. I bought it based on my impression. It should fit."

Harry lied again. When he bought the robes for Lamia, he fell in love with the one with silver embroidery at first sight. As for the size, he was very sure of the data he had measured by hand that night.

A suspicious blush flashed across his face, as if he thought of some embarrassing scene, but when he thought of what had just happened, his eyes dimmed again, and his whole body exuded an air of uneasiness and grievance.

"Thank you, Harry." Lamia took her share from Harry. "Where's Hagrid? Why don't I see him?"

"Hagrid is over there, we can go there now." Harry stretched out his hand to Lamia, "There are a lot of people over there, I mean, I'm afraid you'll get lost." Harry's heart was pounding, he lowered his head, not even daring to look at Lamia.

Lamia naturally put her hand into Harry's palm. The warm and dry touch made her instinctively want to withdraw her hand, but Harry held it tightly the moment Lamia put her hand in, leaving no space at all.

"Harry, it's too tight. I'm uncomfortable." Lamia wanted to pull back her tightly held hand, but Harry seemed not to hear her and kept walking forward.

Lamia pursed her lips helplessly. She felt that Harry was angry, but she didn't want to explain.

"Lamia, are you hungry?" Harry asked after a long moment. Lamia felt a thin layer of sweat on his palms. "Harry, I'm not hungry."

Harry paused, his green eyes almost instantly filled with tears. He turned his back to Lamia and said, "I'll eat more, you don't have to worry about me." Harry comforted himself over and over again: Lamia just felt too sorry for him. As long as he ate more, she would be the same as before and would not look for anyone else.

"Okay, Harry." The two of them didn't speak again during the whole journey.

It was not until he met Hagrid that Harry successfully found his wand in Ollivander's. Lamia tried almost all the wands in the store, but none of them suited her. Lamia didn't care, because she could cast spells without a wand anyway. However, looking at the worried Harry in front of her, she still took a 12-inch ebony wand with a dragon heart nerve core.

King's Cross Station.

Lamia and Harry followed the example of the Weasleys in front of them and successfully entered platform nine and three quarters.

They found an empty carriage on the vintage Hogwarts Express.

"Lamia, are you hungry now?" After Harry packed up his things, he sat opposite Lamia and looked at her without blinking, with an imperceptible pleading in his green eyes.

"Harry, this is the third time you've asked me this today." Lamia frowned imperceptibly. "I'll come find you tonight."

"Really?" Harry jumped up from his seat, his shoulders trembling unconsciously, his breathing became rapid, his heartbeat accelerated, and an indescribable feeling of excitement made his hands and feet slightly numb.

"It's true, Harry, I'm tired. Can you be quiet for a while?" She needed rest to digest the food.

After closing his eyes, Halilamia quietly sat down beside her, put her head on his shoulder, and stared at her pale and small earlobe in a daze.

Lamia was not asleep. She knew Harry's little tricks, sighed softly, and decided to pretend that she was asleep.

"Hello, can I sit..."

"Shh!"

After a short rest, Lamia noticed a red-haired boy in the carriage.

"Lamia, you're awake. Would you like some water?" Harry moved his sore shoulders with a big smile on his face.

"No, Harry, you know." Lamia looked at the boy sitting opposite, who was surrounded by snacks**.

"Lamia, this is Ron. He just came in. There are no empty carriages."

"Ron, this is Lamia, she was just sleeping."

Harry introduced the two to each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Harry, I'm going out for a walk." Lamia decided to leave space to two boys of similar age. She really couldn't stand the taste of human snacks. It felt like drinking chicken blood that had been stored in a cellar for ten years. Any vampire would vomit it out on the spot.

"Lamia, is that you?"

Lamia turned around and saw that it was Draco, leaning against the carriage door.

"Nice to see you here, Draco." Lamia's expression was gentle.

Draco seemed to want to say something, but his ears were red and he didn't dare to open his mouth. Lamia stood quietly opposite him.

"I, I'll wait for you in Slytherin," Draco said. "If you don't come, just wait and see." He deliberately imitated Lucius and raised his proud chin, as if this would give him more courage to face Lamia.

Lamia, who is actually 20 times his age, only thinks he is as cute as a newborn vampire baby, and her arrogant attitude is just to cover up her inner uneasiness.

"She will be with me!" Harry appeared out of nowhere and was now standing in front of Lamia defensively.

"It's you, Pott. I didn't expect you also knew Lamia." Draco recognized Harry at a glance, whom he had met in the robe shop.

"The great savior also eavesdrops on other people's conversations. He has no manners at all." Draco leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, mocking sarcastically.

"What did you say!" Harry was like a hedgehog, having been poked in a sore spot, with sharp thorns suddenly sprouting from his body. He pounced on Draco and punched him, causing a bruise to appear on the corner of Draco's mouth.

"Okay, Harry, Draco, both of you go back." Lamia really couldn't stand it anymore. She felt that if she didn't speak up, these little guys would overturn the car.

Harry stopped punching Draco almost instantly, his green eyes full of hurt, and walked to Lamia with tears in his eyes, without saying a word, lowering his head and crying silently.

"Very good." Draco got up from the ground in a mess. "Lamia, you want to be with Pott, right? Then don't ever come to see me again!" He wiped his eyes imperceptibly, his eyes were red, and he ran back to the carriage as if escaping.

Lamia sighed and walked back into the carriage, Harry following behind her, his fingers tightly grasping the hem of her skirt.

"Harry, are you hurt?" Lamia turned her head to look at Harry who was sitting next to her. He raised his red and swollen eyes, "Lamia, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, Harry. Draco did something wrong. You should hit him." Lamia didn't know if saying this would teach Harry a bad lesson, but she couldn't care less.

"What about you, Lamia? Do you also think I have no manners?" Harry said, his green eyes filled with tears again.

"No, Harry, you are the most obedient person I have ever seen." She put her palms on Harry's red and swollen eyes, "Close your eyes." The magic power was transferred to Harry through her palms. Harry leaned comfortably on her shoulder, his fingers slightly white due to excessive force.

Lamia gently placed Harry's head on the seat, pried open his fingers, made a silencing gesture to Ron who was staring at her in shock, and then quietly walked out.

Lamia was very tired. After coaxing one child, she immediately went to coax another. She felt like Sana. No wonder Sana always complained about having too many boys.

"Draco, are you there?" Lamia knocked on the door gently. There was no movement from inside. She quietly hid beside the door. Sure enough, Draco opened the door the moment she disappeared.

Lamia took the opportunity to use magic to transform into dragons of various shapes. "Draco, do you like it?" She drove the dragon to flap its wings and land in Draco's palm.