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

"Not much at all, Ern, you deserve it." Lamia waved her hand generously. She liked this kind of subordinate.

"Lamia, is this your car?" Harry didn't care, he had no idea what this car meant, but Sirius had seen this Knight Bus, or even ridden it before, so when he saw that Lamia was the owner of the car, the shock on his face almost overflowed.

"Yes, Mr. Black." Lamia looked at Black calmly without feeling guilty at all.

"How did you do it? As far as I know, this car has no owner, or it's public. Of course, it's also possible that I don't know, but no matter what, it's impossible for you."

Sirius didn't believe it at all. Instead, he thought Lamia and Ern were deceiving them. After all, Slytherins were always like that, arrogant and boastful. Unconsciously, he looked at Lamia with disdain.

Lamia was equally keenly aware of Sirius's change in attitude towards her, but she didn't care for the stupid lion of Gryffindor.

"Mr. Black, you don't believe me when I say that?" Lamia didn't explain and pulled Harry into the car. "Then you can just watch from here. You don't need to go to school with us anyway. That's a key area of ​​concern for the Ministry of Magic."

"Lamia, don't do this." Harry broke free from her hand. "He is my godfather." Harry's eyes were full of struggle. He didn't want to make this choice.

"Don't you believe me either, Harry?" Lamia retracted her smile, looking so calm that no emotion could be seen.

"No, Lamia, I believe you." Harry hurriedly explained, his brows furrowed. "As long as we talk to the godfather nicely, he will believe it. We can't leave him here alone. If the Dementors come again..."

"But, Harry, what does this have to do with me?" Lamia curled her lips coldly, "We just met for the first time today. Why should I explain this to a stranger?"

"But he is my godfather and our elder..." Harry became less and less confident as he spoke, and his voice gradually faded away.

"Elder? Ha, what kind of elder is he? We have nothing to do with each other." Lamia slammed the car door shut. "Then you all stay here. Ern, drive."

"Come on, Lamia!" Harry banged on the car door, but Ern only listened to Lamia, so no matter how hard he banged, the car wouldn't stop.

"Harry, stop!" Sirius stopped Harry who was chasing the car. "This is very dangerous. Wait for me, I'll take you there."

"But, Godfather, you don't have much magic power left. Can you catch the car?" Harry looked at Sirius in disbelief. He might as well go with Lamia. He didn't know if it was too late to apologize now.

"Well, it's just to save some money. Don't worry, it's more than enough to give you one. Just wait and see, kid." Sirius touched his messy long hair guiltily. He would not say that it was because he didn't trust Lamia and wanted to observe her for a few more days.

"By the way, Harry, which house is this Lamia from? Is she also from Gryffindor?" Sirius conjured up a motorcycle from somewhere, took a step forward with his long legs, and sat on it, looking thoughtful.

"No, Godfather, she - is from Slytherin." Harry had never felt so insecure as he did today.

"Oh, see, I knew it. Sure enough, that's right." Sirius had a look of expectation on his face. The remaining good impression he had of Lamia disappeared at that moment. He hated every Slytherin. "She must have stolen that car. I bet she must have cheated her out of it."

"Godfather, don't talk about her like that. Lamia is my friend." Harry's expression was very strange. He didn't want to hear others talk about Lamia like that, not to mention that this person was his godfather.

"Is it as simple as just being friends?" Sirius started the motorcycle after Harry sat down. A huge roar was heard, and with a large amount of exhaust gas discharged from the back of the motorcycle, they rushed towards the direction where Lamia disappeared at a very fast speed.

"I think so." Harry was a little unsure. He was not sure what Lamia thought of him. Maybe she only regarded him as a friend.

"Hey, kid, even if she is a Slytherin, you should learn from your father and chase after her bravely if you like her. That's how he got your mother. You know, she was once the most beautiful girl in the whole Hogwarts." Sirius' voice mixed with the sound of the wind reached Harry's ears. This feeling made him very familiar.

Harry remembered the first time he rode a motorcycle, when he and Lamia rode Hagrid's motorcycle together. It was a completely different feeling.

"But she doesn't like me, Godfather." Harry was in a bad mood. "I always make her angry, just like what happened just now. I just wanted her to explain to you, but she got angry."

"Hey, isn't there any pretty girl in Gryffindor? Why do you have to find a Slytherin?" Sirius really didn't know what to say. He had no good feelings towards Slytherins at all.

"I only like her." Harry sighed, as if he was not prepared to let Sirius accept his idea. "Godfather, you don't know how good she is. She brings me the few happiness I can remember."

Now it was Sirius' turn to be silent. He didn't know how to comfort Harry. After all, he had lost the company of his parents since he was young, and the happy childhood experiences that most people had were a luxury for him.

"Harry, don't be sad, I will help you. Back then, when your father was pursuing your mother, it was me who gave him the advice." Sirius spoke again after a long time. He really didn't want to leave any unhappiness in their short time together.

"Really, Godfather?" Harry's voice suddenly became excited, but then dimmed. "But she and Malfoy are very close. They are both Slytherins. I can't compare to them..."

"What are you talking about, Harry? You are my godson. Don't worry, I will pass on my experience to you and I guarantee that you will win Lamia's heart." Sirius said as he freed one hand to touch Harry's head. At this moment, the motorcycle suddenly shook violently.

"Godfather, you'd better ride your bike carefully!" Harry hugged his waist tightly and buried his face in it. He was really scared.

"I haven't ridden for so many years, my skills have declined." Sirius found an excuse for himself, but never let go of his hand again.

But they were still very fast, and in just a few dozen minutes, they caught up with Lamia in front.

Sirius rode his motorcycle and rushed in front of the car quickly. With a handsome drift, he blocked the road in front of the car. "Okay, Harry."

Sirius took off his helmet thinking he looked very handsome. He closed his eyes and touched his hair, thinking that Lamia had been forced to stop by him. He opened his eyes and wanted to see Lamia's expression. However, when he really opened his eyes, Lamia was not in front of him, and even the car disappeared again.

"What's going on?" Sirius turned to ask Harry in confusion. The latter had a lost expression on his face, obviously having seen everything that had just happened.

"Godfather, Lamia's car suddenly became narrower and passed by us. Moreover, it can be invisible. Now we can't catch up with her at all." Harry took off his helmet dejectedly. His hair was stained with cold sweat and stuck to his face.

"Uh, Harry, it's just a small problem. Don't worry, I'll take you there. I know where she's going. That direction leads to Diagon Alley."

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"Boss, why should we keep a distance from them? Can't we just speed up and go back directly?" Ern drove the car faster and slower in confusion.

"Of course it's because I want to lure him here." Lamia smiled, but there was not much smile in her eyes.

Just now, Lamia was waiting for Sirius and Harry on purpose, otherwise with the speed of this car, they would never be able to catch up with it, and it was just a Muggle motorcycle.

As for the purpose, Lamia suddenly thought that the Ministry of Magic had spies in Diagon Alley, which might cause trouble for Sirius. If that was true, she would be very happy. She also didn't like this stereotyped stupid lion.

Of course, this was not the only reason. Another reason was that Lamia really wanted to go back. The Weasley twins' prop house was probably almost finished being renovated, and it was time for her to go back. As for Harry, she wanted him to go with her, but didn't he want to be with his godfather? Of course, she would satisfy him.

"Not anymore, they know where we're going," Lamia said before she walked over to the newly replaced cushions and seats and lay down. This place was simply her perfect territory.

"Okay, boss." Ern didn't ask any more questions. What he was best at was getting things done for money.

Sure enough, after he sped up, they arrived at Diagon Alley in just five minutes. Lamia reluctantly got out of the car and waved to Ern. "You can go home now. I'll pay your salary, but you can't drive the car out."

"Okay, boss." Ern was so happy. He was not stupid and of course he would not drive if he had money. Although he was good at it, it was also very tiring.

Lamia took the luggage and walked towards her house. It turned out that one must have one's own private space, otherwise there would be nowhere to go. Lamia truly experienced the happiness of being alone.