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

Draco was shocked by the scene before him. He stretched out his fingers and touched the dragon in the palm of his hand. It rubbed him as if it had consciousness, and sparks spewed out of its mouth.

"Do you like it, Draco?" Lamia's cold hand touched the bleeding corner of Draco's mouth, wiped off the remaining blood, and a red light flashed in her eyes.

"Not bad." Draco's eyebrows were filled with joy, but he deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied. "But I won't forgive you just like that. I'm going to tell my dad to fire that bastard!"

The young master seemed extremely angry, his fingers clenched into fists, "I want him to know that the Malfoy family is not someone he can afford to offend!"

"What about me, Draco, what are you going to do with me?" Lamia approached him, and Draco was forced to retreat back into the carriage. He leaned against the wall with a complicated look in his eyes.

Lamia closed the door and stepped closer to Draco. Her fair and clear face enlarged in front of him, and he could almost hear Lamia's light breathing.

"Are you going to expel me too?" Lamia bit his neck, nibbling it gently without piercing it with her fangs. The cold breath of Lamia sprayed on Draco's ear, bringing a tingling sensation.

"I won't let Dad expel you. As long as you are willing to be my follower, I will protect you in Hogwarts." Draco held Lamia's head, forcing her to take the next step, his gray eyes full of anticipation.

"I am your follower, and you want me to listen to you, right? Draco." Lamia caught the key words, raised her head forcefully, spoke with anger, and adjusted the clothes in front of her.

"Then what should I call you? Master? Or boss?" Lamia smiled sarcastically, then left the carriage without looking back.

"Lamia, are you angry?" Draco panicked and rushed out the door, but Lamia was no longer there.

Lamia returned to her own compartment. She could coax Draco, but that didn't mean he could dominate her at will. As a pureblood, being someone else's servant or follower was the greatest insult to her. She felt that she was too good to Draco, giving him the illusion that he could possess her. Lamia sneered. It was always her who possessed others.

In the carriage, Harry hadn't woken up yet, and Lamia was stroking his black hair like a sleepy kitten.

She applied a little force with her hand, "Hmm?" Harry hummed softly and woke up from his sleep. He looked at Lamia in front of him confusedly, "Harry, we are almost there." Lamia did not take her hand away, but rubbed it, and his black hair became even more messy at this time.

"Merlin's beard, I have to interrupt. A girl just came in and asked if you have ever seen a toad. I believe you have never seen one. Okay, I'm done." Ron finished speaking quickly and then installed the background board.

Harry was embarrassed and at a loss, his green eyes darting around. No one in the carriage spoke anymore. Lamia's hands kept moving, without paying any attention to Ron sitting opposite her.

Just then, the door opened and a furry head poked in. It was a cute little girl with thick, curly hair and scattered freckles on her face. "Excuse me, I'm Hermione Granger. He was sleeping just now. I wanted to ask if you have seen a toad. Neville is very anxious."

"I've asked them, and none of them have seen one," Ron finally found his chance to speak. "I'd say it's better to keep a mouse. It eats less and doesn't run around." He pulled a brown mouse from his pocket, and Lamia noticed sharply that it was missing a toe.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter and she's Lamia Nocturne. Neither of us has ever seen a toad." Harry sat quietly, letting Lamia touch his head. His slightly red cheeks and the curve of his mouth made it clear at a glance that he was in a very good mood.

"Harry? Are you the famous Harry Potter?" Hermione sat in front of them. "I've heard your story, but now I still suggest you put on your robes. We'll be there soon." Hermione was shocked for a moment, glanced at Harry's scar, and left.

"You rude fellow!" Ron was very angry that Hermione had ignored him.

"Brother, let's go out first and let your girlfriend change clothes." Ron took Harry and walked out. Harry's face turned red. He wanted to explain, but obviously didn't know how to start, or he didn't understand what the relationship between him and Lamia was.

"No, just friends." Lamia spoke for him, reluctantly removing her hand from Harry's head.

"Yes, friends, we are friends." Harry's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally even sounded like tears. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Whenever he encountered Lamia, he always became sentimental.

Ron next to him curled his lips, as if he saw through everything, "You're hopeless, brother."

Several people quickly changed into robes. The train jolted and stopped, and many young faces walked out.

"All first-year students, come here!" Hagrid's loud voice instantly attracted the attention of many freshmen. They pushed and shoved their way towards Hagrid. Lamia was squeezed in the middle. Harry held her hand tightly. Suddenly, his other hand was also held by someone.

Lamia turned around suddenly and met a pair of gray eyes full of sadness. Draco's eyes were red and swollen, as if he had just cried?

"I don't want you to be my follower anymore, please don't be angry, okay?" Draco's palms were sweaty and sticky. He held Lamia, as if he would not let her go unless she answered.

"I'm not angry, Master Malfoy. I can't afford to offend the Malfoy family." Lamia's words were full of hurtful thorns, "Otherwise, what will you do if you fire me?" Draco was obviously hurt, and his hand loosened. Lamia took the opportunity to come to Hagrid.

"Lamia, you don't like him, right?" Harry beside her whispered in her ear, "Yeah." Lamia hummed perfunctorily. Harry laughed out loud and quickly covered his mouth. He glanced at Lamia and found that she didn't notice him, so he smiled silently with relief.

Lamia really didn't notice Harry's actions. She listened carefully to Hagrid's words and was full of curiosity about the magical sorting ceremony. Vampires would also undergo ability tests, and she wondered how it was different from this.

Hagrid, holding a square lamp, led the confused and dazed freshmen onto the boat. As the fog dissipated, the castle standing in the dense forest, surrounded by the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest, appeared before everyone.

They were brought before an elegant green-robed wizard. Professor McGonagall gave a few instructions. "Riff!" A plump freshman rushed to the front of the team.

Professor McGonagall was interrupted and looked at Neville with a stern look on her face, but she said nothing. After explaining the situation, she left.

"Potter, I won't let you go just like that!" Draco emerged from the team.

"Draco, don't be so loud. Lamia doesn't like noise."

Sure enough, Draco shut his mouth instantly when he heard Lamia's name, but he still looked at Harry and their clasped hands fiercely.