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

Harry also wanted to wear Lamia's earmuffs, but he didn't have the courage to ask. He didn't want Lamia to wear his green earmuffs, even though she wouldn't mind. But he would.

The farce was finally over. Lamia sighed. After making sure everyone wore earmuffs and started the task, she grabbed a mandrake seedling and then, imitating Professor Sprout, placed it in another pot. She didn't know what she did wrong, but the mandrake didn't cry, but kept shaking.

Lamia was confused. She hesitated and pulled out the mandrake again, only to see the mandrake with two eyes looking at her in fear, sobbing. Although it was crying, it didn't look like what Professor Sprout had demonstrated.

Lamia glared at it, thinking that since it was afraid of her, it would cry even harder. However, the grass in her hand closed its mouth and shed tears in big drops, trying not to make any sound.

Lamia was completely bewildered. She was in a group all by herself, without anyone to discuss things with. She could only watch others working on their projects. She discovered that even the clumsy Seamus had managed to transplant the mandrakes successfully. His mandrakes cried loudly and sounded full of energy, while hers were like dead.

Lamia had no choice but to put the mandrake back into the pot, cover it with soil, and wait for Professor Sprout to come back and ask what was going on.

At this moment, the voices outside suddenly became louder, and Professor Sprout's angry voice almost fell into everyone's ears - everyone had basically completed the task and had taken off their earmuffs.

"I can't do this, Mr. Lockhart. You have to understand that you are a professor, not a Muggle star." Professor Sprout angrily threw his sleeves and walked back to the classroom.

"How are things, kids?" She suppressed her disgust towards Lockhart and forced a smile.

"Wow, everyone did a great job, especially Miss Nocturne. There was no crying at all." Professor Sprout patrolled the entire classroom and stopped in front of Lamia. She even lay on the flowerpot, but there was still no sound.

Even if the other students moved faster, they would still have intermittent crying, but Lamia had none of that.

"Ten points for Slytherin." Professor Sprout raised Lamia's flowerpot into the air and motioned everyone to come over and learn.

Lamia stood aside, unable to speak the words she wanted to ask if her mandrake was dead.

Professor Sprout was simply too enthusiastic and didn't give her a chance to speak. But even a professor so knowledgeable about herbs didn't notice the problem. It seemed there was nothing wrong. Perhaps her mandrake was just too introverted.

Professor Sprout asked the students to continue practicing transplanting and even walked over to provide guidance.

Lamia tried many times, but still no grass cried. She walked to Ron in disbelief. His grass cried the loudest, but as soon as she got closer, the sound disappeared.

Ron thought he was too fast and succeeded without even waking up the Mandrake. He was feeling smug when he turned around and saw Lamia standing behind him. "Lamia, look, my Mandrake didn't cry at all. I'm really amazing."

Ron smiled and held the mandrake in his arms, winking proudly at Draco who was watching them on the other side.

Draco was so angry that he exerted force on his hands, and Mandrake opened its eyes instantly. The crying sound that echoed throughout the classroom startled everyone. Even the professor with earmuffs was startled and walked over to check the situation.

Ron laughed even louder, wishing he could laugh right in front of Draco.

Lamia tried it next to other students and found that as long as she went over, Mandrake would stop crying. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't cry, and it wouldn't even open its eyes.

Lamia guessed that it must be her own outward aura that scared them. As a magical plant in the magical world, Mandrake is extremely sensitive when it is a seedling. It will not make any sound to attract the attention of animals that may harm them.

After the class, Lamia was dragged to the library by Hermione, along with Harry and Ron. They insisted on coming along, especially Ron, who clearly didn't know how to study, but still wanted to come along.

Halfway through the walk, Harry was still talking to them with a smile, but suddenly he covered his ears and squatted on the ground in pain. "It started again, it's coming again." Harry's face turned pale.

That hoarse voice always appeared in his ears from time to time, with completely no regularity, and Harry was almost going crazy.

Although Lamia and the other three didn't hear any sound, Harry's pain didn't sound fake at all. They had no choice but to give up going to the library and took Harry to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was processing potions and saw Harry on Ron's back and hurried over.

"What's wrong?" Madam Pomfrey checked Harry's body and found that everything was normal. She was about to get angry when she was interrupted by Ron's words.

"Madam, I think Harry has a mental problem. He can always hear other voices. I guess it's because Malfoy always deliberately targets Harry, which has left a shadow on him. I suggest you tell Snape to take good care of his students."

Ron said it in one breath, almost out of breath.

Madam Pomfrey examined Harry seriously again, even using her wand, but still found nothing. She angrily drove Ron and the others out.

Lamia looked at the familiar Madam Pomfrey thoughtfully. She always felt that she had seen her somewhere before. The only thing she was sure of was that she was not in the hospital wing before.

In the end, Harry was carried by Ron. They didn't plan to go to the library and wanted to go back to the dormitory directly. Harry needed to rest. When passing through the corridor again, Harry heard the voice again.

But this time he didn't tell Lamia and the others, he just covered his ears. He didn't know whether he had heard it wrong or if there really was such a sound.

"This is terrible. Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is next. He will definitely not let go of this opportunity. Harry is in trouble." Ron sighed, feeling sad for his brother.

But Harry had no time to think about this. He was almost driven crazy by the sound. No matter where he went, the sound followed him closely.