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

"Go on, Harry, don't be shy, go!"

"what!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and Harry walked in with his hands behind his back, his face red. "Lamia, the godfather said..."

"cough!"

"No, no, I came to give you this—I picked it myself, and there's still dew on it." Harry held up a bunch of gorgeous red roses in his hands. "I'm sorry, Lamia, I was wrong. I shouldn't have trusted you."

"Thank you, Harry. I like it very much." Lamia took the rose with a smile. The fragrant smell made her feel very happy. She raised an eyebrow and said, "It smells very good. You are very thoughtful, Harry."

"No, you're welcome, Lamia. As long as you like it." Harry's face turned even redder. He tugged at the corner of his clothes shyly and raised his eyes cautiously. His green eyes were full of expectation. "Are you still angry now?"

"I'm not angry, Harry. He is your godfather. It's normal for you to favor him." Lamia took the roses out of the bouquet and placed them in the vase on the table. She plucked off a petal and held it in front of her eyes. The petals, which originally looked bright enough, seemed much dimmer against the background of her eyes.

"But, Harry, just because I'm not angry doesn't mean I don't have a temper." Lamia crushed the petals, and the bright red juice soaked her fingers.

"Don't be like this, Lamia. Godfather really knows he's wrong. He's not prejudiced against you, but he just doesn't like all Slytherins." The corners of Harry's mouth that were raised suddenly turned down, and even the hair on his head looked wilted because of Lamia's words.

"Miss Lamia, I'm sorry." Sirius, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, couldn't help but walk in. He couldn't let Harry apologize for him, and the key point was that what Harry said had no positive effect at all.

"So people from Gryffindor also eavesdrop." Lamia looked at the neatly dressed man with sarcasm. His beard had been shaved, revealing a smooth chin. His slightly long hair was fixed behind his head with an exquisite black hairpin. Although he suffered a lot of torture in Azkaban, it still did not change his handsome appearance.

"I solemnly apologize to you, Miss Lamia. Regarding your car, I shouldn't have guessed that you and Ern had teamed up to deceive us for bragging purposes without seeing anything. I'm sorry." Sirius sincerely handed over a black gift box wrapped with a dark red ribbon.

"This is my apology, please accept it."

It must be said that Lamia is in a much better mood now. She wasn't very angry before. At most, she was angry that Harry didn't stand with her. Now that they have come to apologize, Lamia feels a little uncomfortable. It's not right to hit a smiling person. They are so sincere, she can't just kick them out.

"Mr. Black, you are indeed a very good elder to Harry. At least, you are the best person I have ever seen towards him." Lamia smiled, took the gift box and put it on the table.

"This is what I should do." Sirius looked a little lonely, and the hair by his ears fell as he lowered his head.

"Then we'll go first, Lamia. I'll come see you when I go to school in a few days." Harry has always adhered to Sirius's teachings and did as he said, not getting too entangled.

"Okay." Lamia nodded.

"Um, Harry, we can actually stay a little longer. Don't you want to talk to Miss Lamia, about your Quidditch or your Potions homework?" Sirius blinked and dragged Harry back.

"But, Godfather, Lamia doesn't like Quidditch, and her Potions homework is much better than mine." Harry retreated to the door dejectedly, turned back and pushed it open.

He had been a little hesitant at first, but after Sirius said that, he suddenly felt that he and Lamia had nothing in common, unless she was hungry.

"Hey, Harry!" Sirius hurried after him, "Mr. Black."

Lamia called out to Sirius who was about to close the door, "You'd better not go out these days. The Ministry of Magic seems to be doing some activities in Diagon Alley recently." After she said that, she turned her back, as if it was not her who had spoken just now.

"Thank you, Lamia." Sirius was really touched this time. No Slytherin had ever made him feel kindness.

After the sounds around her completely disappeared, Lamia sighed heavily and decided to let it go. It was just a small matter and would not cause Harry to lose his godfather again.

Lamia sat at the desk in front of the window, looking at the exquisite gift box in front of her. She slowly opened it, revealing a dazzling diamond necklace with a huge dark red gem in the center, which was luxurious and dazzling.

"They really are two rich second-generations." Lamia put away the gift and took out a pen and paper. As the quill rustled across the paper, her handwriting, completely different from her previous ones, gradually emerged:

Dear Members of the Ministry of Magic,

My apologies for the previous error in the information. Also, the latest news is that Sirius Black recently appeared at number 4, Privet Drive.

——From an anonymous righteous wizard.

After Lamia finished writing, she folded the letter and put it in the envelope. At that moment, an owl flew in from the window. It was the one Harry had given her.

"I hope it's not too late." Although Lamia said this, she was obviously not affected too much and her expression remained calm.

……

"Harry, you are so bad at talking. Lamia is obviously not angry anymore, you should just pester her." Sirius was a little frustrated. He didn't expect that such a capable man like James would have a son like Harry.

"I'm sorry, Godfather, but I really don't know what to say to Lamia. She doesn't like chatting with me." Harry twisted his fingers, blaming himself.

"Forget it, Harry. Maybe she just likes you this way. Just be yourself. No matter what, we've succeeded. As long as Lamia isn't angry, there's still a chance." Sirius rallied, touching his nose with a determined look. "Just listen to me from now on."

"Okay, Godfather." Stars appeared in Harry's eyes. His godfather was so awesome.

"Well, you can ask Lamia to come to the Leaky Cauldron tonight. I'll help you prepare the place in advance, and then you two can talk. You should think about what to say now, and it's best to be prepared."

Sirius immediately came up with an idea. His eyes lit up and he hummed a tune, seeming very satisfied with his plan.

"But I can't drink." Harry hesitated. He always felt that this was unreliable.

"It's okay if you can't drink, but don't say it out loud. Girls like mature men the most. Well, I'm still short of something. Wait for me to give you a drink."

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