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

Lamia and Hermione followed Ginny to her room. The simple yet cozy environment earned Hermione's praise. "Ginny, your room is much better than mine."

Ginny smiled sheepishly, "I'm glad you like it, but the bed is a little small, it might not fit the three of us."

Ginny paused for a moment and hurried out. After a while, there was a noise outside, "Hey, that's my quilt, Ginny!" Ron was shocked and angry, holding up his pants and following Ginny, cursing.

"That's enough, Ron, you stingy guy, Mom will make me do this!" Ginny shouted out the door while holding the brand new quilt, then quickly closed the door and stood there panting.

Lamia and Hermione were both stunned. Ginny was even cuter than they had imagined. The red-haired girl ignored the slight sweat on her head and a slight blush on her delicate little face. After a short rest, she began to spread out her bed on the floor next to the bed. "I'll sleep here."

"or……"

"No! Mum said that the guests should be put first, and you look like you deserve to be cared for. As for me, it's okay." Ginny interrupted Hermione seriously, her attitude very sincere.

At night, the three of them lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, chatting to each other intermittently.

Hermione: "Ginny, you are so happy."

Ginny: "Why? I think this is the life of an ordinary wizard, not to mention that I have a few annoying brothers." Not knowing who she was thinking of, Ginny frowned tightly.

"Oh, Harry will definitely think you're showing off." Hermione sighed, but soon began to snicker.

"Harry, I don't care what he thinks!" Ginny blushed, but still pouted proudly, secretly thanking her luck in her heart that it was night and Harry was not around, so she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

"Really?" Hermione smiled even more happily, and even Lamia beside her felt better, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

It has to be said that girls' night out is always lively and full of vitality. They always have endless things to talk about. For example, now the three of them are talking about Harry and Snape's shampoo brand.

Hermione: "I'd definitely put this brand on my 'most dangerous items' list, oh my god, it's just terrible."

Lamia: "Don't say that. Maybe Professor Snape used shampoo oil."

Ginny: "You must be talking about that venomous snake that Ron talks about every day. Ron said that Snape hasn't washed his hair for at least a year. According to him, you have no chance, Hermione, because Snape may not even have shampoo."

"If Fawkes breathes fire on it..." Hermione turned to look at Lamia, and they looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Speaking of Fawkes, Lamia left it at Hermione's house. It was too small to withstand such frequent moves.

"Hahahahahahahaha." Lamia and Hermione's laughter infected Ginny beside them.

Gradually, the three of them fell asleep, and the only sound in the room was the soft breathing of the girls.

After waking up again, Lamia got up from Tom's bed. She was still alone in the room. Tom left a breakfast with a heat preservation spell and a note on the table.

"Good morning, my sweetie."

Lamia just took a look and threw the note into the trash can calmly. She was not an ordinary human girl. Tom's tricks were not as good as actual benefits. At least, she would accept them.

Lamia picked up the milk and took a sip. It was very strange. She was just a human being now, but she still couldn't accept the strange taste of milk.

After Lamia packed up, she walked out of the room. Tom did not set any restrictions, so she easily arrived at the Hogwarts campus.

She walked around and found that the atmosphere here was very different from before. Every student walked in groups, and there were very few people walking alone. Moreover, everyone looked uneasy, as if they were worried about something terrible.

"Don't go to the corridor!"

"And the Potions classroom!"

Several Hufflepuff girls were talking to each other on the road. They had similar fear on their faces and kept praying.

After walking for a while, Lamia found a group of people gathered in front. After asking, she learned that Tom had established a club - the Slytherin Club, claiming that the club members were all outstanding senior students of Slytherin, and would protect every member, regardless of bloodline.

After hearing the rest, Lamia knew that this was a complete scam. She didn't believe that Tom would do this at all. It would not benefit him. So there was only one reason - Tom needed power, or he needed followers, and these people would become cannon fodder.

Sure enough, during these days, Slytherin's half-bloods were the most missing. Even so, students still flocked to the club.

Lamia shook her head. Those involved are often confused, while those who are watching can see things clearly. People will not wake up unless something happens to them. These students will never believe that their choices will accelerate their death.

Lamia pondered for a long time, and finally blew the whistle that Flas left for her in the corner. She didn't have much time left. Based on her understanding of Tom, there was going to be a big chaos in Hogwarts, and this was just her chance to escape.

Lamia even decided that when she got out, she would kill Flas McMillan first and start her life over again until she found a way to leave this hateful dream.

Soon, Flas McMillan arrived at the agreed location. He was standing on tiptoe, searching everywhere for Lamia.

Just as Lamia was about to walk over, a sound coming from afar caught her attention.

"Lamia... must... be unable to control... the scapegoat..."

Lamia could only hear scattered fragments, but she was sure her name was among them, and the voice was very familiar to her.

Lamia walked over quietly and found that it was indeed the sneaky Antonin. He seemed to have just finished a conversation with someone and was now peeking into the corner.

Lamia hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow and see what happens, taking the initiative if necessary.

Antonin led her through many twists and turns until they arrived at the door of the women's bathroom. There was almost no light inside, and the sound of a few drops of water falling was heavy and terrifying.

Antonin stood at the door and hesitated, with no intention of going in. Lamia stood in the shadows, always paying attention to his movements.

But she was so focused that she didn't notice a dark shadow walking out from behind her, with his hand raised high towards the back of her neck. By the time Lamia reacted, she had already lost consciousness. In the end, all she saw was a pair of inky eyes.