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

Lamia looked at the extra bloodstains on the blank wall and pressed the dagger deeper again, "Aren't you going to come out yet?" Lamia was in a very upset mood. She had no chance to display her skills in the dream, but in reality, everything was different. She didn't need to worry about anything.

"Really smart." Wisps of black smoke emerged from the wall and gradually gathered into a familiar shape for Lamia. It was indeed Theodore. "So cruel." He covered the wound on his waist, but blood still flowed down through his fingers.

Lamia retracted the dagger and sat down on the sofa. "Who let you in?" Her voice was emotionless, as if she was talking to a stranger.

"I missed you, so I came here naturally." Theodore was not angry, and sat down next to Lamia. "You are so cold." Theodore said as he put his fingers between Lamia's fingers, and the two of them intertwined their fingers.

Lamia quickly withdrew her hand and said, "If you don't want to die, leave now." She was still annoyed. Although she had thought of a solution, the memories in the dream would always remain in her mind, reminding her over and over again.

But Theodore turned around, lifted his shirt, and revealed a wound that vaguely showed the white bones. "I'm injured. You have to help me, otherwise I will really die."

"Love you to death." Lamia glanced at the wound, but her gaze froze on his abdomen, where blood gathered in the grooves of the muscles and sank down into the fabric of his clothes. The bloodstains formed outlined his waist without a trace of fat.

"Even if I'm going to die, don't waste it." Theodore immediately saw Lamia's desire from her stagnant movements. He gradually straightened his upper body and slowly approached under Lamia's gaze.

"Lamia, come on, I'm willing." Theodore pressed towards Lamia, his breath lingering around Lamia, as if waiting for her to take the initiative.

But Lamia pushed Theodore away and stabbed him again in the wound, "I told you, if you don't leave, you will die." Looking at him again, there was no desire in her eyes, only a burning fire.

Now it was Theodore's turn to be stunned. He had never expected that he would be stabbed again. This was not his plan. Shouldn't Lamia have pounced on him? Why did things start to develop in a strange direction?

Theodore didn't have time to think about it. He had to stop the bleeding immediately, otherwise if he died, Lamia would completely forget him, and the Nott family would lose two masters at once.

Lamia sneered and watched Theodore calmly take out the potion. The man was very cunning. How could he put his life in the hands of others, especially a man who became the head of the family at such a young age?

After Theodore recovered, Lamia kicked him out of the room and set up a restriction outside the door that was unique to him, so Theodore could never come in again.

The surroundings became quiet again, and Lamia calmed down from her irritability. She found a few small bottles from the drawer and then walked out of the room.

After she left, a diary in the corner of the room was emitting a faint glow. Although it was soaked in water, it was still possible to tell that it was the one Lamia had thrown away.

But Lamia had no idea. She had already arrived at the headmaster's office. After knocking on the door, she heard Dumbledore's familiar voice, "Come in."

When Lamia approached, she realized that Dumbledore was still worried about the recent petrification incident at Hogwarts. Lamia was suddenly a little surprised. In her dream, Dumbledore knew everything, but in reality, he seemed to know nothing.

"Mr. Principal, please forgive me for being frank, but these parents really don't consider anything. The basilisk is so dangerous and scary, and you have done your best." Lamia stared at Dumbledore's expression without blinking, not missing any suspicious movements.

"What basilisk?" Dumbledore raised his head in confusion. Lamia could not see anything in his eyes. It seemed that he was just asking her.

"I'm sorry, sir. I only saw it in a book." At Dumbledore's signal, Lamia sat down in front of him, and immediately there was a cup of hot milk with a rich aroma in her hand.

"Ha, how about the new sensing magic I set up? Let's try it." After Dumbledore sat down from Lamia, he had been waiting for the magic to be triggered. In Lamia's view, his behavior was not like that of a white-haired old man at all, but rather like that of a naughty child.

Lamia moved the milk aside and took out the bottles, "Sir, I need Fox's tears." Lamia chose to state her purpose directly. At worst, she could come and steal at night.

Fox was originally kept in a room by Lamia. She even built a phoenix nest for it, which was filled with high-quality charcoal, enough to provide all the heat it needed.

But after Dumbledore found out, he directly took away Lamia's nest, including Fawkes who was sleeping inside, based on the school rules that prohibited students from lighting fires in their rooms. He even chose a time when she was not around.

By the time Lamia discovered this, Fawkes had already reacknowledged Dumbledore as his master.

Lamia glanced at Fox with resentment. Fox was rolling comfortably in his nest. The charcoal fire did not burn his fur, but made it look much more refined.

"That's not my decision. Fawkes has his own ideas." Dumbledore winked slyly and took a sip of the hot cocoa beside him.

"Okay, I'll come back next time. Oh, by the way, I remember Fox is going to be reborn soon, right?" Lamia also picked up the milk, but didn't drink it. "I guess you won't be able to take care of it. How about I help you then?"

Dumbledore choked and almost spit out the hot cocoa in his mouth. "No, no, I think Fawkes will be willing to give you some tears today." He adjusted his glasses and wiped the table as if nothing had happened.

Lamia handed him the bottle, "Yes sir, not much, just three bottles."

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes, who was still playing, with sympathy. He was going to make Fawkes cry.

But in the end, Lamia walked out of the principal's office with tears in her eyes and satisfaction.

Only after reaching a safe place did Lamia put away the smile on her face. She looked at the crystal clear bottle in her hand and understood Dumbledore's plan.

He denied it too quickly and immediately grasped the key point in Lamia's words - the basilisk. Moreover, everything was too coincidental. The people petrified by the basilisk were all closely related to Harry, such as his fanboy Colin, and the recent Hermione. They seemed to be pushing Harry to explore the Chamber of Secrets. How could it be possible that Dumbledore didn't know about it?

Lamia didn't think so at all. Just by looking at him studying sensing magic in the headmaster's office, she knew that he was not worried at all. Why not? Of course, he fully understood the situation, or this was simply another test he set for Harry.

Lamia rolled her eyes speechlessly. As expected, to Dumbledore, the students at Hogwarts were divided into two categories: Harry and not Harry.

Lamia put the bottle in her arms. She still wanted to help Harry. After all, it was Dumbledore's last request to her, so she had to give the old professor some face.

Lamia searched almost the entire Hogwarts before she found Harry in the corner of the library. He was studying a thick book with Ron.

"Harry, Dumbledore asked me to help you." Lamia stated her purpose. Although she couldn't tell the truth, she could always add fuel to the fire.

"Lamia, look quickly." Harry pointed at the introduction in the book. "Basilisks can grow up to 50 feet long, have bright green skin, slender sword-like fangs and bulbous yellow eyes... A basilisk's gaze is fatal, and even an indirect gaze can cause petrification..."

Harry seemed to have grasped the key and became excited.

"Merlin's beard is so disgusting. It was actually transformed from a rooster egg hatched by a toad!" Ron obviously didn't see the point and kept complaining about the origin of the basilisk.

Harry and Lamia looked at each other and chose to ignore Ron's words.