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

"Yes, Harry, that's it."

Lamia said.

Lamia saw Harry gradually recover from his emotions, and now she had the opportunity to push him away from her arms. "Harry, have you noticed any other creatures approaching you recently, such as black dogs or something?"

Lamia asked tentatively. She couldn't just say that Sirius was coming to see Harry. After all, she didn't know what Sirius was going to do. Maybe he really was just coming to see the child of an old friend, as the newspapers said recently.

However, given Lamia's previous speculation, she was not at ease with Sirius. No one knew whether a wizard who had been in Azkaban for twelve years could really retain his own thoughts.

"No, I've been at home the whole time and didn't find anything." Harry picked up the luggage on the ground one by one, held them in his arms, and recalled everything that had happened recently.

"But now—I keep feeling like there's a pair of eyes." Harry suddenly felt a strange, tingling sensation on his neck, making him feel like someone was watching him. He looked around, but there seemed to be no one on the street, and there were no lights in the big, square houses. "It's strange, it seems like he's looking at me, and it seems like he's looking at you."

Harry looked at the silent Lamia and felt a little uneasy. "What's wrong, Lamia? Are the representatives from the Ministry of Magic here? They're going to fire me, right?" He searched anxiously in the box. "Where is it? Invisibility cloak, invisibility cloak."

"No, Harry, the Ministry of Magic will never come, it's other creatures." Lamia carefully took out a copy of the Daily Prophet. A huge image on it caught Harry's attention. The face was sunken and the long hair was tangled. He blinked at Harry slowly, looking strangely familiar.

"He! He--" Harry seemed to have thought of something, but couldn't say it.

"Yes, Harry, Sirius Black, I think he is coming for you. I came to you for this matter as well. You might be in danger." Lamia pointed seriously at the report under the photo and said word by word.

Harry looked in the direction of her finger:

Black remains at large. The Ministry of Magic has confirmed today that Sirius Black, considered the most notorious prisoner ever held in Azkaban Castle, remains at large.

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According to relevant sources, Sirius Black escaped from prison in order to kill his old friend's son, the famous savior Harry Potter. The reason may be to compete for a female wizard they both like. It is reported that this wizard is Lily Evans, Harry Potter's mother.

—From Daily News reporter: Rita Skeeter

"This is impossible!" Harry was shocked by the report he saw. "She's talking nonsense. This is impossible. Sirius is Dad's good friend. How could he possibly like Mom?"

"Harry, this isn't the only report. While the others are more acceptable, I still don't think we should let our guard down too soon." Lamia flipped open another newspaper. "Look, this one says he escaped from prison to protect you, but it seems the Minister of Magic has banned this report."

"It says that Black discovered that You-Know-Who was about to make a comeback, and in order to protect his old friend's son, he escaped from prison..." Harry fell into deep thought. "That's right, Lamia. I believe in Sirius. He is my godfather."

"But no one believes it, Harry. Cornelius Fudge has forbidden the report from circulating among wizards," said Lamia.

"I believe him." Harry seemed to have made up his mind, "We have to go back, Lamia, Sirius will come to find me. Maybe he is somewhere in Hogwarts now, and he is looking for me." Harry hurriedly stuffed his clothes back in, and the tangled luggage bag was slung over his shoulder.

"Lamia, Sirius doesn't know where I am. I have to go find him." Harry kept repeating, worried that his whereabouts would be discovered by the Ministry of Magic representatives, and worried that he would not be able to find Black.

"Don't worry, Harry, I think he has found you." Lamia glanced thoughtfully at the shadow in the distance. It had a pair of eyes that glowed in the night and black hair all over its body.

Harry also looked in the direction of Lamia's gaze, and saw the skinny black dog. "Ah--" The black dog raised its head without a trace of color as if to say hello to Harry.

"Lamia, you mean, it's Sirius, my godfather?" Harry approached in disbelief, but the huge black dog suddenly barked loudly, with all its hair standing up, as if it was ready to attack at any time.

"Harry, come back soon!" Lamia was the first to notice something was wrong. She looked in the direction of Sirius's howl and saw a monster wearing a cloak and tall enough to block out all the light wandering in the sky not far from them.

Its face was completely hidden under the turban. It seemed that it discovered the two poor children through the turban, or perhaps there was something here that was attractive enough to it. In any case, the Dementor flew towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Lamia had never seen such a monster, even in her dangerous world. "Harry, run!" Lamia quickly jumped away from her original position and pushed Harry into the bushes in the distance.

At this time, the Dementor was floating right above their heads. Lamia condensed a huge fireball in her palm, waiting for the opportunity to hit the target. However, the Dementor just glanced at Lamia and flew away. It was obvious that it liked the happier Harry more than Lamia.

"Help!" Harry felt a chill that penetrated deep into his bones surrounding him, and a hand stretched out from the cloak. The hand shone faintly, gray, thin and scabby, like something that had died and rotted in water.

"Get out of the way!" Lamia threw the fireball hard, but the Dementor suddenly turned into mist and perfectly avoided her attack. Not only did Lamia's fireball fail to hurt it, it almost hit Harry and fell into the dry grass, and a burst of fire lit up in an instant.