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

Tom finally didn't go on. Lamia was already in a state of disarray. Her silver hair mixed with sweat stuck to her face, but she held her head up stubbornly, like a rabbit that refused to admit defeat, even though she knew she had no chance of winning.

Tom put his wand back and forcefully poured his blood into Lamia's mouth without saying a word. He turned and left. Lamia didn't spit out the blood in her mouth until he left, but she still swallowed some of it. She could feel her magic power disappearing.

But Lamia did not regret her previous actions. Tom's emotions were very unstable and he could explode at any time, but she had to provoke him like this. Only in this way could she test Tom's bottom line and make him realize her position in his heart step by step until Tom stopped hitting her.

Lamia lay flat on the floor with her limbs spread out. Tom was becoming more and more proficient in the dark arts, and she needed to act immediately. As for Antonin Dolohov, Lamia planned to put him aside for the time being and investigate him after she and Fras McMillan had planned everything.

After making the decision, Lamia got up from the ground. Tom didn't lock the door when he went out, maybe because he was stimulated by her, but she couldn't think too much about it. There was no time.

Lamia walked into the campus and didn't meet anyone along the way. The whole Hogwarts was filled with dead silence.

After Lamia blew the whistle, she quickly hid. The atmosphere was not right and she had to be careful.

But after a long time, Lamia still didn't see Flas, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried, but she didn't think Tom could control the entire Hogwarts with so many professors present, so she could only blow the whistle again, but Flas still didn't appear.

Instead, a group of wizards in green robes came and headed towards her. Lamia frowned. Something was wrong. She knew they were members of the Slytherin club - there were patterns of bats and snakes printed on their robes.

Strangely, they seemed to know where she was hiding and came precisely to the bushes where she was hiding. Lamia even knew the leader.

It was Antonin Dolokhov, the man she was going to investigate. He looked different than before, his skin was paler, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

Lamia's magic power was gone, so she was taken to Tom's room by them.

Antonin Dolokhov pushed Lamia into the room and locked the door. Even though Lamia shouted many times, he ignored her.

"Stop shouting, he can't hear you." Behind him, Tom walked forward step by step.

Lamia had never expected Tom to appear here, and instinctively took a few steps back until her back touched the cold wall.

"You're so disobedient! You're not willing to make me happy with such a simple temptation. Tsk, are you too stupid to notice, or..." Tom's angular jaw appeared and disappeared in the shadows. "Even if it's a trap, you'll go find that man!" He pinched Lamia's chin fiercely. "Speak."

"What? Don't you already have the answer?" Lamia said indifferently. Her indifferent expression made Tom even angrier. His expression twisted, and he actually laughed the next second.

"Lamia, who do you think you are? Or do you think I can be played around with by you?" Tom gritted his teeth, his eyes reddened frighteningly, and he had no intention of letting go.

Lamia pushed, but as expected, he didn't push it away. "Whatever, do whatever you want." Flas McMillan might have been harmed by Tom, and her plan had failed.

"Yes, I killed him, right after you left with Antonin. Ha, I cut off his fingers one by one. Do you want to see?" Tom raised the corners of his mouth cruelly. For the first time, Lamia saw blood in his clear blue eyes.

"So he was talking to you."

"Yes, I've seen you a long time ago, Lamia, you are always so dazzling." Tom suddenly changed his attitude, picked up Lamia's hair and put it to his nose, sniffing it intoxicatedly.

"You're disgusting." Lamia tore her hair out in disgust. Her expression hurt Tom deeply. He stood there, holding the broken hair in his hand.

Tom could no longer feel his own heartbeat, and only felt endless pain spreading throughout his body. The pain was more painful than his split soul.

"I'm disgusting? What about you, Lamia? You think no one knows what you do, right?" Tom smiled evilly. "You think you're saintly? Actually, you're just like me."

"I never said I was holy, and I have no regrets." Lamia's tone was cold, and her eyes were as empty as a dead person.

It was this feeling of elusiveness that drove Tom crazy.

"You have no regrets? Hahaha, then tell me, do Aurora Yaxley and Namira Eversley know about this? Don't forget, they died at your hands!

Or was it because you sucked my blood dry that I died? Are you innocent? Lamia, you and I are the same, we are the same kind, you should understand me." Tom stretched out his arms.

"I'm different from you. They are your kind, not mine." Lamia was not at all nervous about having her secret discovered. She didn't expect to keep it a secret for long, and Tom probably knew it a long time ago.

Although she didn't understand how Tom knew it, she had handled it very cleanly and there wasn't even a stinking smell. She threw them into the Black Lake, so no one should have discovered them.

"You handled it very cleanly, but I didn't stop watching you for a second, Lamia. You lived in my eyes."

Tom said.

Lamia understood. No wonder Tom knew everything. Her plan must have been exposed long ago.

"What do you want?" Lamia sighed, feeling a sense of despair for the first time.

"You know, Lamia, you know what I want." Tom's expression returned to its superficial gentleness, but there was only a bottomless abyss beneath the gentle mask.

"I understand." Lamia nodded and stopped talking.

But Tom was obviously not satisfied, but he did not force Lamia. His purpose had been achieved, and Lamia would understand that they were the same kind of people.

No one knew how happy Tom was when he saw Lamia throw the two bodies into the Black Lake while he was sleeping.

After Tom left, Lamia stayed in the room, recalling what had happened before. She had originally just wanted to test whether other people's blood would have the same magical effect on her as Tom's, and she had no intention of killing anyone.

But unfortunately, she only squatted against Aurora Yaxley at night, and her physique was too weak. Lamia just took one more breath and she fainted. Lamia couldn't drag her back, so she could only kill her.

As for Namira Eversley, she could only blame her bad luck, as she happened to run into him. Lamia sighed, dragging one more corpse in her hands.

She had prepared her lines for what she would say when the people in the academy found out they were missing, but unfortunately, no one had asked her until Tom exposed her.

Lamia understood when she thought about it. The reason why she was not suspected was inseparable from Tom's means. He really had everything going for him.

Lamia now deeply regrets getting involved with such a madman. She can neither hide nor get rid of him.