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

"Godfather, are you sure this is really okay?" Harry fiddled with his tuxedo a little uncomfortably. "Isn't it too big? And this collar is so tight on my neck. I can hardly breathe." Harry unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, gasping for breath, his face flushed.

"Believe me, Harry, you look so handsome like this. No one will refuse a mature gentleman. Lamia will definitely be moved. But from now on, you have to listen to me. Don't be too proactive. Give girls some space..." Sirius wished he could go on a date with Lamia himself on Harry's behalf. He felt that his plan was too powerful.

"Why do I feel so unreliable? I'd better change into another outfit. This dress makes me look like an antique, the kind that smells musty..." Harry tugged at the lace sleeves, which smelled like it had been pressed in a cupboard for 10 years.

"You can't change it. Time is almost up. You have to go quickly." Sirius pushed Harry out the door. "And this, take it."

Harry quickly picked up the bouquet with both hands and took it. "Didn't I give it to you before? You're giving me roses again?"

"You little brat, how can that be the same? Go quickly and don't be late." Sirius was really disappointed with his brother. How could his brother have such a stupid son?

Lamia sat slowly in front of the mirror combing her hair. She picked up the necklace Sirius had given her and tried to put it on her neck, but in the end she didn't wear it.

She finally chose a red velvet long dress with black hollow high heels. Even the simple clothes made her look as luxurious as a noble lady.

When Lamia walked over to the place where Harry had agreed to meet her in her high heels, she was truly shocked. Who would choose the Leaky Cauldron as their meeting place? It was a busy afternoon, and she looked completely out of place in that attire.

In order to maintain the sense of mystery, Sirius didn't let Harry tell Lamia the location of their meeting, so Lamia thought they were going to some high-end place. After all, Sirius was once a nobleman, but she really didn't expect that he would choose a bar for Harry.

"Harry, I think we should not go in, or go to another place." Even though Lamia had seen many scenes, she had never encountered such a situation before. No one had ever dated her in a bar.

"I think so too, Lamia." Harry didn't dare to look at the silver-haired girl in front of him. She was so beautiful that she almost suffocated him at first sight.

"How about we go to a Muggle restaurant?" Lamia looked at Harry's clothes and shook her head. "No, you're still more suitable for the ball. Let me think about it." She frowned, as if she had thought about all the places she could go, but still couldn't find one suitable for them.

"How about I go change my clothes?" Harry pulled his collar embarrassedly. He really couldn't breathe, especially with his heart beating so hard, it was even more difficult to breathe.

"No! You can't leave, and Harry can't change his clothes!" Sirius suddenly spoke out of nowhere, scaring Harry so much that he almost broke his collar.

"Godfather, but we will be surrounded by people if we go in." Harry was in a dilemma. He knew that Lamia definitely didn't want to go in with him. He looked like a funny long-haired chicken now. It was too bad.

"No, Harry, believe me." Perhaps it was because Sirius' eyes were too sincere, or perhaps it was because Lamia was too charming, but in the end Harry walked in wearing a tuxedo. Sure enough, as soon as they entered, everyone's eyes looked over, and there was a lot of discussion all around, and it was all about him.

"That's... Harry Potter? Is it true that Harry Potter is an old fogey?"

"No way, why is he dressed so old-fashioned?"

"Merlin, didn't anyone tell him he had mold on his body? This is terrible!"

Harry's ears were red. He didn't even dare to look at the wizards who were talking. He could only walk with his head down. In a moment of carelessness, he bumped into Lamia's waist. "Ah, I'm sorry, Lamia, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, Harry. If you feel uncomfortable, we can go out anytime." Lamia turned around and comforted him gently. After she came in, she found that everyone in the bar was talking about Harry. They just asked her a few questions casually, which were nothing more than about her relationship with Harry, or praising her good looks. It was meaningless.

"Forget it, Lamia. Godfather has been busy for a long time. Let's just stay here." Harry lowered his head in embarrassment. He wanted to crawl into the ground. Harry knew what Lamia's expression was without even thinking about it. She must have thought he was extremely bored.

"If you want to leave, I can stay by myself," Harry added.

"Then I'll leave?" Lamia stomped her feet, pretending to be walking away, but her eyes never left Harry.

Sure enough, Lamia saw Harry raise his head the second she made the sound. When he found that she hadn't left, the disappointment in his eyes instantly disappeared. "Lamia, you lied to me again."

Lamia just smiled faintly. She would not leave Harry here alone.

"Harry, try harder!" Sirius couldn't stand it anymore. He had been listening to the two of them talking quietly from behind and found that Harry was completely led by Lamia, so he couldn't help but remind him.

"Got it, Godfather." Harry pushed down the black head on the chair behind him resentfully.

"Forget it, Harry, let's go see what Mr. Black has prepared." Lamia stood up and walked towards the corner where the balloons were floating. It was obviously the most comfortable place, but there was no one there. It was obviously arranged by Sirius in advance.

Sure enough, as soon as they sat down, a waiter came over with his head in his head. "Sir, Madam, you are so lucky! Today you are the 99th and 100th customers in our store--" The waiter in a black vest awkwardly took out a crumpled manuscript from his jacket pocket. "--Uh, we will give you a full date service--"

"No need to explain." Lamia couldn't stand it anymore. This waiter was forced to become an actor. It was too embarrassing.

"Thank you so much." The waiter thanked him repeatedly. It was obvious that he couldn't be forced into this.

A quarter of an hour later, Lamia looked at the table full of drinks and felt overwhelmed. Although as a non-human species, alcohol was like water to her, she couldn't finish so much.

"Sir, Miss, your love fills London, your sweet hearts blend, your wings of love... are all ready."

Lamia's face was filled with black lines. There were so many bottles of wine, but none of them had the same color. Did Sirius want to use them as paint?