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

The fact that Ron, a man who never remembered his class schedule, could clearly tell the class time of Defense Against the Dark Arts had to do with him noticing that Hermione had circled this class with a heart on her timetable.

"If you ask me, that person is just daydreaming. How could anyone like a yellow-haired girl who is not even half his height?" Ron's jealous mouth was almost turned up to the sky.

Hermione touched her dry hair. "You know what? Lockhart is not only my idol now, but also our professor. The books he writes are so good, simply perfect. It's my own business that I admire him. But you, Ron, shouldn't take your frustration out on others."

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and walked to the other side, away from Ron. As he passed by him, he pinched his arm hard.

Ron was in so much pain that Harry almost fell off his back. "Hermione, you have no taste," he said at last. Although Hermione didn't hear it, Ron didn't dare to say it again. An angry girl is the last thing you should mess with, especially a persistent fan girl.

After Lamia separated from the others, she returned to the Slytherin common room first. There was still some time, so there was no need to rush to the classroom. Besides, she didn't like that greasy middle-aged man at all. He obviously had no strength, but he loved to brag and even deceived Hermione.

Lamia sat on the sofa, closed her eyes, and tapped the table with her fingers. In the quiet environment, the tapping sound was particularly conspicuous.

After a long time, Lamia slowly opened her eyes, her red eyes still looking straight ahead.

"Why aren't you coming out yet?" Lamia's voice broke the silence in the room.

In the shadow behind her, a pair of expensive and exquisite leather shoes slowly stepped out, and then a tall figure gradually emerged.

"Nothing can be hidden from you, Lamia." Theodore Nott was wearing a well-tailored suit. His face was very pale and his eyes were dim. He looked like he had experienced something cruel.

"Long time no see, my moon." The childish boy in the past was now more solemn. He approached step by step, and the mature aura on his body reminded Lamia that he was no longer the innocent child, but had become the new generation of ruler.

His suddenly widened eyes held the aggression and possessiveness that Lamia was all too familiar with, along with a hint of affection that was hard to ignore.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Nott?" Lamia pushed Theodore's head away. The girl's sudden touch startled him a little, but he quickly reacted and stopped at a suitable distance.

"Don't be so distant, Lamia. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Don't you miss me?" Theodore smiled gently, but this look couldn't fool Lamia.

"I don't want to." Lamia's voice was cold. She was speaking the truth. If Theodore Nott hadn't suddenly appeared, she would have forgotten him. There were so many students in Slytherin, she couldn't be expected to remember all of them.

"Then I'm so sad. After all, I've been thinking about you." Theodore Nott made an exaggerated expression of wiping tears. He had changed a lot.

Lamia glanced at the clock and said, "Nothing, I'll leave first, I have classes." After saying that, she stood up and was about to go out the door, but Theodore grabbed her and said, "Don't be so anxious, I have classes too, why don't we go together?" Although his face was full of fatigue, the happiness in his eyes did not seem to be a disguise.

"Okay." Lamia raised her eyebrows. She didn't build the road, so of course she couldn't control Theodore Nott's legs. Whatever he wanted was none of her business.

When the two arrived at the classroom, there were not many students inside, but Harry and the other two had arrived early, and Hermione was waving and greeting them.

After Lamia responded, Draco pulled her to sit next to him, and Theodore Nott also sat over there. Draco was a little unhappy at first and was about to ask them to leave, but when he looked up and saw that it was Theodore, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

This was the first time Lamia saw Draco being humiliated by a Slytherin student. They had met before, but Draco had never given him face. This was really rare.

Lamia glanced at the two of them with interest. Perhaps her expression was too blunt, causing Draco to defend himself. "It's my father. He didn't let me mess with Theodore Nott. It's said he killed his father, the old Nott family head."

Draco watched Lamia's every move, hoping to see the same fear on her face as his, but he was doomed to be disappointed.

Lamia thought something had happened. Although it was nothing to her, Lamia still took a serious look at Theodore Nott. He was flipping through the textbook on the table with a frown on his face.

"Lamia, you'd better stay close to me, otherwise I can't protect you. You know, Theodore has gone crazy. He imprisoned old Nott for a whole month." Draco pulled Lamia towards him. "I also heard that the reason he is like this is because his father treated him like this when he was a child. There is no normal person in the family. His mother might have died at his father's hands."

Draco's expression was serious, and he had no intention of gossiping, which put Theodore Nott in the most dangerous position.

Lamia smiled. She turned her head and saw the ring on Theodore's thumb, which symbolized the head of the Nott family, and became interested in him.

Few people are like her.

As the bell rang, Lockhart walked from the classroom door to the podium and stood there. He cleared his throat and signaled everyone to be quiet.

He reached for Neville's copy of Running with Trolls and showed it the winking picture of himself on the cover.

"Me," he said, pointing to his own photo and winking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award. But I don't often tell people about it. After all, female ghosts aren't afraid of my shining smile - they're just obsessed with it."

After saying this, he glanced around, expecting everyone to laugh, but almost no one responded, and only sporadic laughter could be heard in the classroom.

"Very good. I see that you all have bought the complete set of my works. I believe this will be very helpful to you. How about we do a test first? Oh, don't worry," Lockhart clapped his hands, interrupting the noise in the classroom. "It's just to test how much you have understood - my works are not something that ordinary people can understand."

A test paper was placed on each person's desk. Lamia looked at the questions on it. They were all about Lockhart's personal topics, such as his favorite color, greatest achievement and so on. Lamia had never read his randomly compiled "Works" and of course she couldn't answer any of them.

On the other hand, Draco, although he wrote a lot, was still scratching his head in annoyance. It seemed that he was also disgusted by these topics.

Lamia wouldn't write nothing, that would be too obvious. She wasn't someone who liked to be in the spotlight, at least not in this world.

About half an hour later, Lockhart collected the test papers and was looking at the students' answers. "Tsk, tsk, almost no one knows that my favorite color is lilac. But I understand. My works require you to spend a lot of time studying. It's normal that you don't know now, but -

There are two extremes. Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to eliminate evil in the world and sell my own line of hair conditioner - good girl!" Lockhart nodded appreciatively and turned the paper over. "Miss Hermione Granger is also the only one who got a perfect score."

"And the other one, Miss Lamia Nocturne, didn't answer any of them correctly, I'm sorry. Please stand up, both of you." Lockhart stood on the podium and stretched his neck.

Lamia stood up fearlessly. Although she didn't answer any of the questions correctly, she wrote down every one of them.

"So it's you two. Oh, you must be Miss Hermione Granger. You look like a good student with both good character and good academic performance." Lockhart looked at Lamia who remained calm, while Hermione blushed.

The classroom erupted in laughter, and Lockhart realized he had made a mistake.

"It seems not. Then you must be Lamia Nocturne who has never opened the textbook. Look, you are really arrogant." Lockhart changed the subject, ignored Lamia, walked up to Hermione and praised her test paper.

And Lamia wouldn't just stand there stupidly. She had nothing to be afraid of. What could Lockhart do to her?

"Okay, 10 points to Gryffindor!" Lockhart was very satisfied with his communication with Hermione. He was praised so much that he was at a loss.

"Now, let's move on to the next step..." Lockhart walked back to the podium. He bent down and pulled out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind and placed it on the table.

"Now—be careful! My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the worst evil the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most horrific things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, no harm will come to you. All I ask is that you remain calm."

Lamia also looked over, thinking that something terrible would come out.