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

Dumbledore's movements were so fast that even Hagrid didn't have time to take the shovels from the students' hands before they were taken back to the Great Hall by Dumbledore.

When Lamia arrived at the Great Hall, Dumbledore was already waiting there with the microphone in hand. His expression was the same as always, but when Lamia met his wise blue eyes, she could clearly see the worry hidden in them.

Lamia sat in her seat by herself. It was the first time she saw Dumbledore look like this. What was he worried about?

"Children, something very sad happened today," Dumbledore's voice came out, and the hall suddenly became quiet. The students who had just arrived were whispering to each other in confusion, trying to find out what had happened.

"Silence!" Dumbledore cast a loudspeaker spell on himself, his voice suddenly rising, covering up the tiny chatter. Even in such a short time from the Forbidden Forest to the Great Hall, the news that Harry was a Parseltongue had spread throughout Hogwarts like legs.

Harry could almost feel everyone's gaze on him. This silent bullying made him lower his head in embarrassment and grievance. There was undisguised rejection in their eyes, and they even pushed Ron aside. They were obviously the closest classmates before, but now they seemed like different people, looking at Harry as if he were a traitor.

"Harry did nothing wrong. He is still a student of Hogwarts, a classmate of yours. I don't want my students to do anything to hurt their classmates because of such a small matter. The school should be full of laughter and joy, not suppressed pain." Dumbledore glanced at Seamus and said, "Okay, let's continue with our meal."

As Dumbledore waved his wand, new food appeared on the long dining table, even more abundant than before.

Lamia touched her chin thoughtfully. She always felt that everything was not that simple. Dumbledore's behavior was too strange, and the students seemed to be very resistant to Parseltongue and had an indescribable fear.

Lamia was thinking about it when she looked up and saw Harry kicking the stool away and running out of the hall. Hermione and Ron shouted a few times and finally ran out after him.

Dumbledore acted as if he didn't see anything and continued talking to Hagrid beside him. Lamia also followed him out.

As soon as they left the auditorium, Lamia turned into a pitch-black bat, hiding in the darkness and quietly following the trio in front.

Harry ran very fast, and Hermione and Ron chased him for a long time before they stopped him. "Harry, don't listen to what they say. No one thinks you are a spy. Seamus has been - by the way, he has blown his brain out of shape." Ron pulled Harry, who had a grim expression on his face, and after a storm of thought, he reluctantly found an excuse for Seamus.

But Harry obviously didn't believe it. He stood there in a daze, not even wanting to say anything.

Hermione didn't know how to comfort Harry. She had never encountered such a thing before. At most, the Slytherins in Hogwarts would surround her and scold her.

Just when Lamia thought they would stop talking, a transparent and cold ghost floated in front of the three of them. The coldness emanating from him made them shiver.

Nick, who was “almost headless”, was pulling his head back in frustration, muttering, “Just half an inch, damn Patrick…”

"Hello, Nick." Hermione spoke hesitantly. She didn't want the ghost to pass through her body, so she called out to him when Nick was about to get close to them.

"Hello, hello." Nick, who was almost headless, was startled and looked around, then stopped in front of several people. He quickly straightened his head and did not forget to smooth the feathers on his hat.

Harry looked up and saw Nick, who was as vague as a wisp of smoke. Through him, he could even see the dark sky outside.

"Oh, young Potter, you look troubled." Nick floated in front of Harry and said as he stuffed a transparent letter into his tight shirt.

"Same to you, sir." Harry sighed, feeling the same amount of distress from the ghost in front of him as he did himself.

"Ah, it's nothing—I don't want to go at all. I'm already 500 years old, and that's too childish for me... I just applied to see if I could... but it seems I don't meet their requirements."

Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant, slender hand as if he were talking about something trivial, but Lamia could clearly see the deep pain on his face.

"Ah, tell me, a person who was hit on the neck by a blunt axe forty-four times is not qualified to join the Headless Hunter Team?" Nick could not convince himself. He completely exploded, floating back and forth in front of Hermione and the others, his anger obvious.

"I think I'm qualified, sir," Harry replied weakly.

"Only a little skin and sinews holding my neck together, Harry! Everybody knows that's practically the same as losing your head. But no, that's not enough for Mr. Debormaux, who has completely lost his head."

Nick, who was almost headless, took a few deep breaths and finally suppressed his emotions. Then he said in a much calmer tone: "What about you, Potter, what's bothering you? Maybe I can help?"

"No, sir, no one can help me unless there's another Parseltongue." Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione beside him and spread his hands.

"Oh, there was one before. Who was it? I'm really old and can't remember anything." Nick grabbed his few remaining hairs with a painful expression.

"Ah, then tell me when you remember it, as long as you are not talking about Salazar Slytherin," Harry said with a wry smile.

"Of course not, Potter, I'm only 500 years old." Nearly Headless Nick widened his eyes.

"I was just saying it casually, sir." Harry scratched his head helplessly. After all this, he felt much better.

"Maybe I can help you with something about the Headless Hunters," Harry added.

"Ah, let me think about it - no, absolutely not, you won't want to - but maybe..." Nick was very confused and floated around in place.

"Well, this year's Halloween will be the 500th anniversary of my death." Nick said, puffing out his chest, looking very noble. Lamia felt that he was really like those old-fashioned aristocrats.

"Oh, really?" said Harry. He didn't know what to say to the news. He couldn't just wish him a happy birthday.

"I will hold a party in a relatively spacious dungeon classroom. Countless friends will come from all over. I would be honored if you could join me. Of course, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are also very welcome - but I dare say you would rather attend the school party, right?" He circled around Harry and the other two nervously for several times.

"No," Harry replied quickly, "I'll come—"

"What about you?" Nick looked at Hermione and Ron. He was already confident and not as nervous as before.

"We'll be there too, sir," Hermione answered on behalf of both of them.

"Oh, my dear children, it's very good of you to come to my Deathday party. And," he hesitated, with a look of great excitement, "would you mind telling Mr. Patrick that you all thought my head looked horrible and impressive, as if it had been lost?"

"Okay, okay," Harry said with a smile.

Nick also smiled with satisfaction, "Goodbye, kids. You are truly the kindest little wizards I have ever met."

The three continued walking forward, and Lamia noticed they were heading towards the lounge, so she turned around and flew towards her own dormitory.

Lamia originally thought that she could get some useful information from them, such as how Harry learned to talk to snakes, but reality was not what she wanted, and the three of them never discussed anything about this matter.

When Lamia returned to the dormitory, she found a green light flashing in the room. She was startled and hurriedly pushed open the door, but she only had time to see a familiar face before she fainted.