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

Ern was now back in the cab, heading towards number 4, Privet Drive.

Lamia settled back into her seat comfortably and looked around. She needed to revamp the place, at least get rid of the dirty chairs and replace the stickers on the wall.

"Boss, we're here."

While Lamia was still debating whether to choose red or green, the car stopped and Ern leaned out of the cab. "Do you want me to help you with your luggage?" he asked cautiously.

"No need, just wait for me here. Remember, this is a Muggle residential area, so don't be discovered." Lamia easily lifted her luggage, got out of the car, and rushed towards Harry's house.

As soon as she got nearby, Lamia noticed a naked woman floating out of the Dursleys' yard. She had a face that had expanded to an extreme level, red, small eyes that were about to pop out, and a mouth so big that a street lamp could fit in it. She looked like a terrifyingly large balloon, her belly was so bloated that it had broken free from her tweed belt, and each of her fingers had swelled up to the size of a sausage.

Lamia was amused by what she saw. It was so funny. How come she had never discovered such interesting magic?

"Maggie!" The voices of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came from the yard. They jumped up in panic and tried to pull down Aunt Marge who was floating higher and higher, but even if they used all their strength, they could only pull off her shoes. Even Uncle Vernon, who was so heavy, was almost carried to the sky, not to mention Aunt Petunia, who was as thin as a pole. She didn't even dare to use her strength.

"Hahaha." Lamia kept laughing. She took in the miserable appearance of the whole family, especially Uncle Vernon's face which had turned purple and looked exactly like the braised pig's head sold in the Muggle market.

"Harry Potter! You little brat, come back here! Come back and take care of things!" Uncle Vernon shouted breathlessly.

"She deserves it," Harry said, breathing rapidly. "She deserves it! Get away from me! I've had enough of you and I'm never coming back!"

He fumbled behind him for the bolt.

Lamia could hear the grievance and fear in Harry's voice, so she moved to the center of Privet Drive, making sure that Harry could see her as soon as he walked out.

"Lamia, Lamia! Is it really you?" Harry saw her at a glance. He threw the luggage in his hand, ran over with Hedwig in his arms, and threw himself into Lamia's arms.

"It's me, Harry." Lamia patted his back.

"You little brat, come back here!" Uncle Vernon chased outside and saw Lamia and Harry. He was stunned for a moment, then hid back home again in an extremely fast manner.

"Penny, come back quickly, it's that female devil!" Even though Uncle Vernon's voice was very low, it still reached the ears of Lamia and Harry.

"It's okay, Harry, it's okay." Lamia hugged Harry and listened to him sobbing in her arms.

"Lamia, I—I'm so scared. Will I be expelled? I... violated the regulations of the Ministry of Magic. I—don't want to leave Hogwarts—" Harry's voice was intermittent, as if he had finally found someone to talk to, and vented all the negative emotions in his heart.

"Don't worry, Harry, no one will find out." Lamia comforted him, but her eyes were looking elsewhere. She always felt that someone was watching them nearby.

"Really? You really won't fire me?" Harry raised his head, his face was covered with tears and his eyes were frighteningly red.

"No, Harry, it's been so long and the Ministry of Magic hasn't sent anyone. I think they might be on vacation." Lamia blinked.

Harry seemed to be persuaded, and his eyes gradually regained their brightness. "I think you're right. Today is the weekend, maybe they're on vacation. Yes, that must be the case. Ron said that people in the Ministry of Magic are very lazy."