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

Unfortunately, Lamia looked at it over and over for a long time but couldn't see anything special about it, except that the print on it was in the shape of a bat, which was very much to her liking.

"Lamia, where did you get this diary?" Hermione came in with three glasses of milk. After putting down the plates, she glanced at Lamia and asked, "Did you buy this today?"

Lamia didn't know how to answer, so she just hummed. She couldn't say that she got it from Lucius, because Hermione wouldn't believe it. Besides, it should have belonged to Ginny.

"Looks special, Lamia," Ginny complimented, sitting up.

Lamia nodded silently, closed the diary, and put it back in the drawer.

Several girls were getting ready to go to bed when they heard a commotion outside. "It's so noisy outside. I was almost asleep." Ginny was startled and felt a little annoyed.

"I don't know." Hermione was also a little confused, her big eyes drooped and she yawned several times.

"I'll go check." Lamia was quite sober. She lifted the quilt and walked out. Outside stood the Weasley twins and Ron, who was covered in red slime. "Fred, George, I'm going to tell Mom!" Ron burst into tears. His fingers were stuck in his hair. He stood at the door in a mess, with half a slipper hanging on his calf.

Lamia gave him a cold look and was about to close the door, but as luck would have it, Fred saw her.

"Hey, little snake, come here."

"we need you."

Fred and George waved at Lamia, as if to say, "If you don't come over here, I will come over."

Lamia didn't intend to pay any attention to them. She stepped back from the door and walked in. "Who is it?" Hermione poked her head out from under the quilt.

"It's okay." Lamia was about to close the door, but a pair of hands reached in and held it shut.

"Don't close the door, little snake, you haven't told us how you told us apart." Fred pushed the door open, revealing two red-haired heads.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Lamia said casually, holding the door.

"No, tell us now, or we'll go in," Fred and George said in unison.

"Don't let them in, Lamia," Hermione screamed, shrinking back under the covers in fear.

"Get out of here or I'll break your legs tomorrow," Ginny yelled, perfectly portraying Mrs. Weasley's usual demeanor.

"Ginny, can't you be a little girly?"

"Yeah, be a girl." George made a face, not taking Ginny's threats seriously at all.

Finally, Lamia closed the door. She was not an ordinary human girl and was much stronger than them.

Everyone completely ignored poor Ron. He cried for a long time but no one came to comfort him. Even Harry didn't come to comfort him. He could only run back to his room feeling aggrieved. When he saw Harry sleeping soundly, his eyes turned red with anger.

On the girl's side, the three of them had already gone back to bed, and Ginny was already fast asleep.

Lamia lay on the bed and soon fell into a dream.

This time when she woke up again, she found herself locked in a dark room. Although she couldn't see, she discovered through touch that this place did not match any room she knew, and it might not be in Hogwarts. Lamia even wondered if Fras MacMillan had rescued her.

But unfortunately, this guess was rejected by her, because there was no way that Flas McMillan would lock her up. There was no need. She had already promised him, and although she would not really fulfill her promise, Flas McMillan would not doubt it.

"Is there anyone there?" Lamia tried to shout, but found that all she got in response was echoes.

Lamia groped her way to sit on a chair, waiting for her kidnapper to show up. He couldn't just capture her and leave her alone. This was not something a normal kidnapper would do.

Sure enough, Lamia guessed correctly. After a while, footsteps were heard outside the door, and then with a "click", the door was opened from the outside.

"Who are you?" Lamia couldn't see clearly, so she could only try her best to hide backwards until she hit the cold wall behind her.

The man did not respond, but just approached Lamia step by step. As he approached, Lamia suddenly had a terrible sense of familiarity. She should have guessed it long ago. He was the only one in the whole Hogwarts who could do such a thing.

"Tom, what are you going to do?" Lamia thought it through and gathered her thoughts, trying to force herself not to think about the original plan. She did not forget that Tom could hear her thoughts.

"Lamia." Tom's voice was very different from before, a little stiff, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time and was now a little unskilled.

"I wish you wouldn't leave," he said.

"Why? Tom, or, why?" Lamia knew that Tom would not really hurt her, and her tone gradually became tougher.

But she didn't know that she was being influenced by Tom invisibly. Lamia a few months ago would definitely not do this. Unknown enemies should never be underestimated. She might die in his hands in the next second.

That's what happened. Lamia was strangled by Tom, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if he was resisting his own heart.

"Lamia, I want you to promise me." Tom held Lamia's fragile neck tightly without loosening his grip.

"Impossible!" Lamia didn't want to compromise this time. At worst, she would die in her dream. She wouldn't really die anyway, and Tom wouldn't really let her die.

"Then you'll stay here forever." Tom threw Lamia to the ground. The latter kept gasping for breath, trying to make up for the oxygen she had just lost.

"Why? Tom, why are you locking me up?" Lamia poured the Phoenix Tears in her arms into her mouth. As soon as her magic power recovered a little, she cast a spell on Tom, "Faint on the ground."

But unfortunately, Tom waved his wand lightly and was unharmed. "Lamia, you are really disobedient. I will make you understand." After he said that, the wand in his hand emitted a green light. Lamia felt as if all the bones in her body were crushed, and she was sweating profusely in pain.

Tom cast Cruciatus for only a second before retracting his wand and looking at Lamia, hoping to hear a plea for mercy from her.

But Lamia let herself fall to the ground without a cry, which obviously angered him, "Very good."

Tom cast a spell on Lamia again, this time it lasted for a full minute. Lamia's face turned pale, as if she would faint in the next second.

Tom probably didn't even notice that the fingers holding his wand were trembling slightly.