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

Lamia stood up from her seat and walked to the middle of the three people, "Harry, you've gone too far." She pulled away Draco who was throwing himself on the two of them. His eyes were red, and he looked like he had been wronged but was still enduring it.

"Lamia, I was wrong. I knew you would believe me," Draco said, throwing himself into Lamia's arms. Where she couldn't see, he made faces at Harry. "I didn't expect that two of them would bully me alone. I didn't think Gryffindors would do such a thing."

Although Lamia was shocked by Draco's rapid change, he had clearly sent her a howler letter, and she thought they were in a cold war.

But now the two of them tacitly put the matter behind them, as if nothing had happened. Lamia patted Draco on the back gently and said, "Okay, I'll go with you." Lamia and Draco walked back to his seat side by side. Goyle, who was standing next to him, had to move away with his plate under Draco's gaze.

Harry and Ron, who were forgotten by them, were still standing there. "I told you long ago that this trick of yours was terrible. Now, Lamia is mad at me too." Harry complained to Ron and moved dejectedly towards his seat.

"Oh, that's nothing. If Lamia knew what Draco had done, she would definitely understand us. She is not an ordinary Slytherin." Ron believed in Lamia's character. She was the only Slytherin who came to comfort him and even forgot to eat dinner. Ron was so moved that he wanted to bring her food, but Hermione stopped him.

"Really?" Harry's skeptical look made Ron very dissatisfied. He pulled Harry up and promised loudly, "Absolutely. It's not the first day you've known Lamia. She will stand on our side."

The two of them walked up to Lamia who was talking to Draco. You squeezed me, I pushed you, but no one spoke.

"What's wrong?" Lamia couldn't stand the gazes of the two anymore and asked.

"Lamia, there's a reason why we did that. This morning, Draco took over our training ground. We were the first to get there..." Ron finally spoke out loud.

"Weasley loves to lie. Dean Snape signed and allowed us to train in the morning, but you said it was us taking your place.

"Am I really that ignorant? I didn't know Weasley was so rich that he could afford a Quidditch pitch. I thought all your family's money went into bread." Draco scoffed, his fork scraping against the plate, making a sharp sound.

"You, Malfoy, you are making excuses." Ron was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Show me the evidence, little Weasley." Draco laughed even more wantonly, as if he could remain so unscrupulous as long as Lamia was by his side.

Harry and Ron finally left in disappointment. Lamia did not speak up for them as they had expected. Instead, she treated the matter as unimportant, as if they were being unreasonable.

"I told you Lamia wouldn't help us." Harry was dejected. "Now it's hard to explain. She's going to hate me."

"It's all Draco's fault. It must be him, and me too. I didn't tell you the key point. I didn't even say it. Draco laughed at our brooms." Ron stamped his foot in frustration. "Lamia must still not understand. We should go again."

"Come on, Ron, Lamia won't help us, she's a Slytherin," said Harry.

Ron seemed to be struck by this, and his fighting spirit disappeared in an instant. "I thought she would be different."

In fact, Lamia also understood what happened from Ron's words. It was nothing more than Draco joining the Slytherin Quidditch team, and the two teams had a conflict on the field.

Although she understood the situation, she couldn't help either side. This was not her business. It should be the responsibility of the deans of the two colleges.

That's why Lamia didn't stop Ron and Harry after they turned and left. She knew the result would be the same. The two houses would not resolve their conflict because of her. Besides, after all, she was also a Slytherin.

After coming out of the Great Hall, Lamia met Hermione and the other two on the way to the classroom. They were sticking to the wall of the corridor. Harry's face was full of fear and he kept asking questions.

Lamia walked over, "What are you doing, Hermione?" She didn't look at Harry and Ron, but walked over to Hermione and moved closer to the wall with her.

When Lamia came over, Ron snorted loudly and turned away. Harry was embarrassed and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ron.

In an instant, the atmosphere became awkward.

Hermione had already had lunch and was not in the hall just now, so she didn't know what happened and didn't understand Ron and Harry's behavior.

"It's nothing, Lamia. Harry heard the strange noise, but Ron and I didn't hear anything," Hermione responded.

Lamia didn't care what Harry and Ron thought. Even if they were angry, it was none of her business. She couldn't satisfy everyone, so she could only let those who were dissatisfied with her go.

"I didn't hear it either." Lamia listened for a while, and the only sound in her ears was the whistling wind and Hermione's breathing beside her.

"Maybe Harry heard it wrong." Hermione raised her head, patted the dust off her body, and patted Lamia as well.

"I heard it right, that voice is right here." Harry shook off Ron, his fingertips moving along the wall. "It said, 'Kill... tear apart...' In short, something terrible."

Harry looked at them worriedly.

"Don't worry, Harry, you must not have slept well," Hermione comforted him. "Oh no, we're going to be late for class. This is Professor Sprout's Herbology class. We have to hurry." Hermione accidentally saw the time and became anxious in an instant.

The four of them ran quickly to the classroom and fortunately stepped into the classroom the moment the bell rang.

Professor Sprout stood behind a table in the middle of the greenhouse, on which lay twenty or so pairs of earmuffs of various colors.

As Lamia sat down next to Hermione, Professor Sprout said kindly, "We're going to repot the mandrake today. Now, can anyone tell me what properties a mandrake has?"

Hermione quickly added 10 points to Gryffindor based on her strength, and Ron gave Draco a smug look as if he had added them himself.