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

"Merlin's boots! Am I seeing right, George? Our girlfriend is a millionaire!" Fred exaggeratedly picked up the gold Galleons and placed them in front of his eyes. The reflected golden light made his cheeks sparkle.

"You read that right, Fred, we'd have to sell at least a truckload of blood-spitting gum to make that much money." George was obviously thinking more deeply, and he had begun to regret giving Lamia this gift.

"Lamia, I'm sorry. We will choose a new gift for you." Fred received the twin brothers' brain waves, and the two of them covered the curtain again in disappointment.

"It's okay, Fred, George, I like this gift very much." Lamia didn't want to go through this again. She might as well just accept the gift and avoid being harassed every day. "But why do you have to give me a gift?"

Lamia sat casually on a stool near the balcony, the warm afternoon sun shining on her back, making her simply tied long hair even more dazzling.

"I can't believe she forgot!"

"Yeah, George, it's so heartbreaking. We even spent a whole month preparing the gifts!"

Lamia had no idea what she was thinking at this moment. Her desolate facial features were engraved with unexpected softness by the sunlight. A breeze blew by, and a strand of silver hair secretly slid down in front of her forehead. She freed one hand and slowly tucked the hair behind her ear. Her slender and bony knuckles were obviously abnormally pale blue, but the two of them could not take their eyes off it, and even the anger in their hearts subsided a little.

"I don't quite understand. Why don't you explain it to me?" Lamia sighed. She really couldn't remember what holiday was approaching. Christmas had long passed, and she remembered giving them gifts.

"George, you tell me, I'm afraid I can't control myself!" Fred, who had calmed down a little, turned his head away quickly after hearing this. He didn't want Lamia to see his distorted face.

"Silly Lamia, it's almost our hundredth day of love!" George's cheeks were still flushed, and he pounded the table to hide his inner panic. "We've been preparing for a long time, but not only do you not like it, you even forgot about it."

Lamia listened to their endless accusations against her and suddenly felt a little guilty. "I was wrong. What do you want?" She clasped her hands together and walked in front of the two men. Her voice was like the spring water in early spring, crisp and at the same time cold and distant.

"Ask us again!" Fred paced back and forth, his cheeks red again, but this time it was from anger. "Last Christmas—" He counted on his fingers, as if looking for something that had happened recently, "—George was just joking about us wanting Snape to stop giving us detention, and you blew up Snape's office, causing us to be locked up for a whole week. What do you want to do now?"

George didn't say anything, but everyone could tell how much he agreed from the frequency of his nodding that was almost enough to poke holes in the floor.

"...At least you weren't put in solitary confinement that day. I guess that's a gift for you." Lamia touched the back of her head guiltily, looking away.

Fred was so angry that he laughed. Just as he was about to speak, George pulled him aside. The two of them were sneaking around with their heads close together, and Lamia didn't hear anything they said.

"Well, okay, we forgive you, but..." Although Fred's eyes were full of excitement, he still pretended to be in deep thought.

"Will you give us everything we want?" George said first.

"Well, sure, but if it's troublesome, I need some time to prepare." Lamia thought about it and felt that nothing could stump her now, but to be on the safe side, she still left herself a way out. If their wish was too difficult, she could just keep pushing it.

"It's no trouble, no trouble, you just need to kiss us." George said first. He didn't look embarrassed at all, but moved closer.

Lamia could even see the tiny hairs on his face and the pupils with only her own eyes in them.

"Okay." Lamia agreed readily, holding George's head and placing a light kiss on his chin.

"And me, and me." Fred pushed George away, put his cheek close to Lamia's mouth, and stroked Lamia's shoulders with trembling hands, his movements pious as if he was hugging the most important thing to him.

"You can't." Lamia stretched out her fingers and pushed Fred's hot cheek away. "This is a gift from George."

"Why, he said he wanted to kiss us, us, I want one too!" Fred clung to her relentlessly, his legs tightly clamped around Lamia's waist, preventing her from leaving.

"So this is your gift too?" Lamia smiled, lowered her neck slightly, and gently touched Fred's forehead with the tip of her tall, fair nose. "Don't be angry, I'll give you two gifts, okay?"

Lamia finished speaking and didn't wait for Fred to wake up from the close contact. Her lips quickly brushed across his chin. The softness of the girl's cold body temperature made his blood rush.

"Okay, okay." Fred muttered to himself, completely lost in thought.

"It's not fair, you favor Fred." George had originally discussed it with Fred, but now he suddenly felt that he was at a disadvantage.

"Then I'll give you another one." Lamia waved her hand nonchalantly. It was really not difficult. Compared to Tom, these two people were much easier to talk to.

"Then we need to discuss this." George pulled the still dizzy Fred aside and continued to whisper in his ear. His voice successfully made Fred's eyes focus again.

"Have you thought about it?"

"If you've thought about it, come home with us and we'll introduce you to mom." They both said together.

"But Mrs. Weasley already knows me." Lamia picked up a flying quill in confusion, with a few blue words written on it: Lamia Nocturne's exclusive quill.

She raised an eyebrow and picked up other items on the counter, all of which had blue writing on them.

"This is different. This time you are introducing Mom to us as our girlfriend, the future Lamia Weasley." Fred had returned to normal.

"Of course, I can, but I'm alone and there are two Weasleys. What should I do?" Lamia frowned in distress. "Why don't you think of someone else?"

"Forget it this time, but you still have to come to our house." George saw through Lamia's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't intend to expose her. "Summer vacation is coming soon, and we will have a lot of time to think about what gifts to give."

Fred also agreed, "Yeah, forget it this time."

"Okay then." Lamia put down the flying quill in her hand, and the ink miraculously disappeared as soon as it left the quill.

"Yeah!" George and Fred high-fived excitedly in front of Lamia, as if they had gained some great benefit.

Lamia had just solved a big problem. She was worrying about where to go for the next summer vacation. She couldn't follow Dumbledore's arrangement and follow Snape to St. Gorman's for internship. This was simply torture for her.