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

Lamia was about to put her head close to Harry's neck when she was interrupted by Ron's words. She quickly turned back into a bat. Harry angrily poked his head out from under the quilt, "You're seeing things, Ron, go to sleep!"

"I see." Ron rubbed his eyes and found that he was the only one in Harry's bed. "Merlin's stockings! I must have been confused in my sleep."

After making sure Ron was asleep again, Lamia turned back into human form, but was pressed tightly under Harry. "Harry." Her voice was unclear, and Harry reached out to cover her mouth.

"Shh, Lamia, Ron will be woken up." Harry raised his body to create space, and Lamia's face enlarged in front of him. He slowly approached her lips.

Lamia saw what Harry was thinking and licked the palm of his hand. Harry came back to his senses almost instantly, and took his hand away as if he had been electrocuted. His face flushed with shame, but he held back from speaking.

While Harry was distracted, Lamia turned over and took the initiative, pressing down his restless legs and fixing his hands above his head. "Harry, you smell delicious." Lamia sniffed Harry's neck intoxicatedly, her scent entwined with Harry's.

Harry stared at Ron beside him, as if worried that he would suddenly wake up.

Lamia forcefully pulled his head back, forcing him to look at her. "I'm coming, Harry," she whispered.

Harry closed his eyes, revealing his fragile neck. Lamia lowered her head and stabbed his fangs. Harry under him trembled and wanted to move his hands, but unfortunately, his hands were firmly fixed above his head by Lamia and he could not move at all.

Harry felt the excitement in his body. This time, Lamia lasted a long time, until Harry's scalp began to tingle, and she stopped, "Sorry, Harry, I can't control it, you are too delicious."

"It's okay, Lamia. I still have a lot of blood." Harry's green eyes were shining, and his lips were rosy. "You can actually continue."

"Forget it, Harry, I'll feel bad." Lamia didn't finish her words because Ron turned over and her words were interrupted.

Harry was pinned down by Lamia, he was stunned by what she said, his ears buzzing, she felt sorry for me! Harry couldn't believe what he heard.

Lamia placed a kiss on Harry's forehead before transforming back into a bat and falling asleep on Harry's chest.

Harry was so excited that he held the bat on his chest loosely, not even daring to turn over.

Lamia, who was sleeping, had no idea that she was back in the orphanage again.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a magnified handsome face in front of her. When he saw that she woke up, a trace of panic flashed in his deep blue eyes. He quickly took a few steps back, and then quickly regained his composure.

"Tom, what were you doing just now?" Lamia sat up and found that she was wet and uncomfortable. She suddenly remembered that she seemed to have jumped into the lake last time. But it was not Lamia's fault that she couldn't remember it. The timeline in her dreams was always moved backwards. Who would have thought that it didn't change this time.

"You're unconscious," Tom said coldly.

"I know, but why are you so close to me?" Lamia touched her mouth suspiciously. She felt that there was some skin broken on it.

"That was to save you, the Muggle way of saving people." Tom's handsome face was expressionless. How could he know she was so fragile? He just accidentally touched her with his teeth and broke the skin.

Lamia felt as if Tom could hear her thoughts. "Sometimes I can't," Tom's sudden voice startled Lamia. "Can you really hear what I'm thinking?"

"Hmm." He suddenly took a few steps forward and frowned, "There's a smell about you that I don't like."

Lamia was confused for a moment, but then she understood. She had drunk Harry's blood tonight, so naturally she had his scent on her body.

"Harry, who is that?" Tom's voice suddenly became serious. "Why did you drink his blood?"

"He is my food. I am not a human. Didn't you know that a long time ago?" Lamia's red eyes stared at the handsome boy in front of her.

Tom had indeed known it for a long time. Her silver hair, red eyes, cold body temperature, and the heart that he had just discovered was not beating all showed him that she was special.

"I know, I'm asking, what is your relationship with him?" Lamia felt that he seemed angry, otherwise why would he suddenly become so aggressive.

"Me, aggressive? Ha." Tom laughed at himself, then picked up the potion book on the ground and left Lamia there.

Lamia slapped her mouth in regret. How could she always forget that he could hear her thoughts?

She hurriedly chased after him, "It's nothing, it's just food." The boy in front suddenly stopped, and Lamia didn't brake and bumped into his broad back.

"Then why do you treat him as food? What about me? Why don't you treat me as food?" The young man had his back to Lamia, his voice a little hoarse.

"You can't." Lamia said it without thinking, and the result was that Tom completely left her behind and went into some room.

Lamia was really convinced by her own words. It was obvious that she didn't mean that. She searched room by room and finally found Tom in the infirmary. He was looking for something in the cabinet.

"That's not what I meant, Tom. You can, but not now, not really. I mean, I'm dreaming." Lamia couldn't explain herself clearly.

Tom ignored her and took out the powder he found, held down Lamia's hands, and applied it to her mouth with a cotton swab.

"You don't have to explain to me, Miss Nocturne. It's my fault for being so aggressive even though I'm not capable enough." He didn't believe Lamia's words at all. There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, but his movements were very gentle.

Lamia didn't know what was going on. She seemed to be losing her own characteristics step by step here. She no longer had the desire to drink blood, and her magic power gradually disappeared. At the beginning, she could still create flames, but now she couldn't even feel any magic power.

At this moment, Tom, who was originally concentrating on applying the medicine, paused for a moment, a hint of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his eyes almost instantly, staring at Lamia's wound.

"I'm not kidding you, Tom. I'm really dreaming."

"Don't move." Tom's fingers pressed on Lamia's lips as she spoke, as if accidentally rubbing her watery lips.

There was an awkwardness between the two.

Tom withdrew his hand and sat on the sofa behind him, looking down at the potion book in his hand, as if Lamia didn't exist.

Lamia tilted her head in boredom, then noticed the kitchen behind her. An idea occurred to her: since she didn't have to drink blood anymore, she...

"It's not dinner time now." Tom's voice came from beside Lamia.

"Tom, can you please stop listening to the voice in my heart?" Lamia said helplessly. She felt that she had almost no secrets left.

"I can't." Tom simply repeated what Lamia had told him.

Lamia covered her head with her hands. She had never felt so helpless before and even thought about banging her head against the wall to die.

"You can't. The wall isn't strong enough."

"Are you really reading, Tom?"

"Hmm." Tom even turned the pages deliberately, making a rustling sound.

"Kids, dinner is ready." The woman's voice behind them broke the silence between the two.

Tom closed the book and stopped in front of Lamia. "Don't you want to eat? Come with me." He said in a cold tone.

The two sat down at the long table. There was a plate of food in front of them. It didn't look very delicious, and Lamia instantly lost the desire to try it.

"The food is not good? Or you are not good?" Tom's slightly sarcastic voice sounded beside Lamia.

"Tom, I apologize to you, can you please stop saying that?" Lamia poked the beans on the plate.

Tom made no reply, but it was certainly true that he had not said the words again, for he was no longer talking.

"Tom, what's wrong with you?" After Lamia spoke many times without getting a response from Tom, she finally asked.

"I thought you thought I was intimidating." Tom's dark blue eyes were bottomless.

Lamia covered her ears in pain, "Tom, you are really suitable for interrogation."

Tom suddenly held Lamia's hand and saw the tiny wound on it.