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

Chapter 270 Christmas Ball (5)

When everyone was seated in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall told the champions and their partners to line up two by two and follow her inside.

They filed in and walked towards a large round table at the front of the auditorium where the judges were sitting, and the people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.

The walls of the auditorium were covered with glittering silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky, hung with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy.

The four college tables were gone, replaced by a hundred small lantern-lit tables, with a dozen people sitting at each.

"Brother, is that Lamia? The person standing next to her... doesn't look like a Hogwarts student."

Harry was walking towards the Great Hall with the crowd when he suddenly heard Ron talking beside him. Normally, Harry couldn't see Ron, but Ron didn't care. Compared to embarrassment, his good brother's emotional problems were more important.

"Where?" Harry stretched his neck to look around. Just after he saw Lamia reject Malfoy, she seemed to have disappeared. No matter where he looked, he could not find her. Of course, it was also possible that there were too many people here.

"Look, the one at the back in the red plaid dress. I've never seen the dance partner next to her. Where did she find that?" Ron's voice became quieter as he went on.

"That person..." Harry's eyes froze.

The man was wearing a well-fitting suit. The deep royal blue color made him look tall and straight. The peaked lapels were inlaid with small diamonds, which sparkled coldly under the light.

At this moment, he was turning his head and whispering something to Lamia. Although Lamia did not answer, the two of them looked so well-matched in Harry's eyes as they were wearing dresses of the same color.

Harry was stunned, and subconsciously looked down at his ordinary and even terrible dress. His eyes suddenly became flustered, and he didn't even dare to look up again.

Parvati next to him was sensitive to Harry's mood. She was originally looking forward to the opening dance happily, but now she could no longer smile.

"Harry, if you don't want to dance with me, you can find someone else. What are you doing now?" Parvati was very angry. She followed Harry's gaze and saw the girl who was the focus of everyone's attention. She could not compare with her, but so what? Harry still chose her as his dance partner.

"No, I didn't mean that, Parvati. I just, I just don't know that man." Harry's tone of explanation became more and more urgent, and finally he simply shut his mouth and let Parvati chatter in his ear.

Harry still couldn't understand where on earth Lamia had found such a dance partner, why she hadn't told him, and why she wasn't wearing the dress Mrs. Weasley had bought for them.

You know, their dresses are almost the same style. Even if the two of them can't be dance partners, at least they won't feel so distant.

"Lamia, who is he?"

The elegant and noble girl in a royal blue dress tilted her head slightly. Her silver hair seemed to be covered with starlight, so dazzling that it was hard to ignore.

"It's nothing, Hermione, just stay away from me." Lamia said briefly, then quickened her pace, making it almost impossible for Hermione to get close to her.

"Lamia, I'm here, and you're not happy." The man's tone was steady and soothing, completely different from before. It seemed as if he had experienced the baptism of time. The calmness and elegance that he inadvertently revealed made Lamia feel more and more flustered.

"No, Tom, I'm very happy." Lamia forced a smile. On the surface, the two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation, but only Lamia knew how dangerous this man was.

"Really?" Tom chuckled and didn't say whether he believed it or not, but he grabbed the back of Lamia's hand with his palm and placed it on his arm.

"Dancing?" Tom and Lamia walked to the center of the dance floor together. Listening to the music in his ears, he raised an eyebrow. "I hope I won't lose you, Miss Warrior."

The music drowned out Lamia's chaotic heartbeat. She didn't dare to look closely at this man who might explode at any moment.

"Why, you didn't come to see me, and now I'm here, aren't you happy?" Tom had a smile on his face, and he didn't look angry at all, but the words he said made Lamia's heart beat faster.

It turned out that Tom knew everything. Lamia suddenly felt that everything she had experienced before seemed to be connected by an inexplicable thread.

Lamia suddenly remembered what happened before she fainted.

"Tom, that black dragon is you, right?" Lamia closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there was no light inside, only dead silence.

"Hmm? I finally remembered. I thought I would be acting with you for the rest of my life." Tom lifted Lamia into the air as the music played, then suddenly dropped her. Their noses touched each other, and in those deep eyes, Lamia read unspeakable resentment and thriving ambition.

"Lamia, I told you I would find you."

In an instant, those eyes seemed to turn into poisonous snakes with sharp fangs, roaring and biting towards Lamia. She closed her eyes and stepped back hurriedly, but the high heels on her feet obviously did not give her a chance to escape and broke with a sound.

"what--"

The lights in the hall went out, leaving only darkness. Lamia's final scream was swallowed by softness.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already noon the next day. Lamia rubbed her swollen temples. Everything that happened last night seemed like a dream.

But the dull pain in her ankle reminded her that everything was real, Tom really came, and he really found her.

Even so, Lamia didn't dare to delay any longer. She made an appointment with Harry and Hermione to study the golden egg together so that they could pass the second project smoothly.

Lamia now only wants to complete all the tasks and return to her own world as soon as possible. Tom is too dangerous and too crazy. She is totally unable to deal with him.

After taking the golden egg from the sofa, Lamia pushed open the door. The next second, her pupils suddenly shrank and her expression became ugly.

"Tom, why are you here?" Lamia asked the black-haired man leaning against the wall in panic. He seemed to have not slept all night, and his eyeballs were full of red bloodshot, which looked very creepy.

"Of course I'll always be with you, Lamia." Tom slowly approached, closed his eyes, and rested his head on Lamia's shoulder. "No one can separate us."

"Tom, you look tired. Why don't you rest in my room? I just happen to have something to do today." Lamia tilted her head slightly and whispered in the black-haired man's ear.

"What's the matter?" Tom still had his eyes closed, as if he was really asleep, but his arms that were restraining Lamia did not move at all.

"It's just a small matter. I need to investigate this golden egg with my friends. It is related to my subsequent competition." Lamia took a deep breath. She kept telling herself not to be nervous. Since Tom didn't kill her at the first time, she still had a chance.

"Golden Egg, do we have to go?" Tom slowly opened his eyes and stared at Lamia's neck, the darkness inside was getting darker and darker.

"I have to go." Lamia didn't notice the change in Tom's eyes at all, and just kept talking to herself.

"Well, I'll go with you." Tom straightened his head, his Adam's apple rising. "But you have to give me something as a reward for last night."

"What benefits?" Lamia turned her head and before she could say anything, she felt a sharp pain on her neck, as if something was being pulled out.

"Tom, let me go!" Lamia tried her best to push away the vicious man in front of her, but for some reason, she gradually lost consciousness.