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

Lamia looked in the direction where Professor McGonagall left. The door of the auditorium was closed. Hagrid had secretly told her that they would be sorted into different houses by the Sorting Hat. She was still looking forward to the upcoming sacred ceremony.

Just as Lamia was lost in thought, Harry tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Lamia, which college do you want to go to?"

"I don't know, it's all right." Lamia was simply interested in the ceremony. As for which college she would be assigned to, she felt it was all the same.

Harry looked at Lamia's fair profile, her red eyes staring straight ahead. He suddenly had the urge to hide her, wanting her to only have eyes for him and be with him every day... Harry was frightened by his own thoughts, and his hand holding Lamia tightened involuntarily.

Lamia frowned in pain, "Harry, there's no one here now, you can let go."

"Ah, Lamia, I think Hogwarts is really too big. Look, the Black Lake is so black." Harry changed the subject awkwardly, holding Lamia's hand tightly and refusing to let go.

"Potter, you actually forced Lamia, what a great savior," Draco squeezed behind them without knowing when, "You really should go to St. Mungo's to heal your brain. Oh, I forgot, you may not even know what St. Mungo's is." Draco said with a wicked smile and a sarcastic tone that made Harry feel ashamed.

"I don't think Harry needs to go to St. Mungo's," Lamia squeezed Harry's palm, "but you, Draco, why don't you learn from your father how to be a quiet and good boy." She responded with the same sarcasm, as if she was protecting Harry.

"Lamia, I'm speaking for you," Draco said aggrievedly, "How can you help him? Just because he is the savior?" He pointed at Harry, his fingers shaking.

Lamia turned her head away and noticed that the door was open.

She entered the Great Hall first with Harry. Draco was still calling her name behind her, but Lamia seemed not to hear it.

Harry beside her felt that he had never been so happy. He even wanted to jump up and give Lamia a big hug, but he didn't dare to. He was afraid that Lamia would be angry.

As the first freshman whose name was called, Harry was successfully sorted into Gryffindor. He sat at the long table and prayed constantly. He hoped that Lamia could be sorted into the same college as him.

"Lamia Nocturne."

Lamia was the last freshman to be called. She looked at the long table above. Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes at her, and then Hagrid smiled at her reassuringly. Lamia smiled back. She liked Hagrid, this simple giant.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on Lamia's head. It was the first time the Sorting Hat didn't speak for so long. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore for help, and the latter shook his head, motioning for her to wait a moment.

Lamia sat very still. After a long moment, the Sorting Hat sighed and said, "Child, I'm sorry, I can't decide your house. You're too complicated. Ambition, courage, wisdom, evil... This is the first time I can't see through someone." The Sorting Hat paused. "However, as a student of Hogwarts, you must have a house. You can choose one for yourself."

Lamia didn't expect that the Sorting Hat would give her the opportunity to choose. She looked at the freshmen who were looking at her. Harry's eyes clearly told her that he wanted her to go to Gryffindor, and Draco also looked forward to it.

Lamia hesitated. She wasn't good at making choices. Suddenly, a pair of deep blue eyes flashed through her mind. As if possessed by a ghost, she said, "Slytherin."

"I respect your wishes, your house is - Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat shouted out Lamia's choice.

Lamia smiled as she walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down in the corner under Draco's fanatical gaze and the gazes of the little snakes.

"Lamia, come and sit here." Draco waved to Lamia excitedly, pushed the little snake beside him away, and made room for her.

Lamia just glanced at him and had no intention of going over. Draco awkwardly withdrew his shaking hand. He pursed his lips, then walked towards Lamia resolutely and stopped beside her. "Is there no one here?" He carefully pointed to the empty seat next to Lamia.

"Yes." Lamia pulled over a little girl with green eyes and short black hair and made her sit down.

Draco glared at Pansy with a threatening look in his eyes. Pansy stood up instantly and said, "I'm not sitting here." She quickly changed her seat.

Draco stopped asking Lamia and sat next to her. He turned his head and said, "Lamia, I was wrong. Don't be angry. You don't have to be my follower. I will protect you too." He was really scared. Lamia's attitude made him panic. He felt that she was getting farther and farther away from him, but he couldn't help but feel secretly happy that Lamia and he were assigned to the same college.

"No need, Draco." Lamia's attitude was still cold. She wanted to let Draco understand that she would not belong to anyone, nor would she listen to anyone. She was herself, and only others had to listen to her.

Lamia's attitude towards Draco shocked the Slytherin snakes. They thought Lamia must be crazy, as shown by the fact that no one wanted to live with her.

But Lamia thought it was great. She just needed to live alone so that she could sneak out to hunt at any time. She couldn't help herself. When she entered Hogwarts, she smelled all kinds of smells that interested her. There was plenty of food, so she naturally wouldn't let herself go.

In the evening, Lamia went to find Harry as agreed, but she suddenly found that she could not enter the Gryffindor dormitory at all.

"Lamia, is that you?" The little bat with white hair followed the voice and flew to Harry who was hiding in the shadows, and landed in his palm.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to get in." Harry's green eyes were full of pride. "I was waiting here just for you."

"It would be great if we were assigned to the same college." He said with some disappointment, holding the bat.

Harry entered the dormitory, put the bat under the quilt, then quickly took off his clothes and got in.

"Lamia, are you hungry now?" He blushed and touched the ball of white hair with his fingers.

Lamia didn't respond to him, instead she transformed into her human form and pressed heavily on top of Harry, staring at him with unblinking red eyes.

Harry was so nervous that he didn't move, and closed his eyes tremblingly. "Harry, relax." Lamia's seductive voice sounded in Harry's ears, making him even more nervous, so much so that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body.

Lamia caressed Harry's face, moving downwards until she stopped at his neck, soothing him gently, "It will be alright soon."

Harry forced himself to relax, exposing the veins in his neck, waiting for Lamia to invade.

"Harry, why is there someone else in your bed?"