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

Today they were asked to make a new potion: Shrinking Solution. Lamia and Harry were only one empty seat away from each other, and Draco happened to put his cauldron next to Harry and Ron so that they were preparing the various ingredients of the potion at the same table.

"Professor," Draco called, "Professor Snape, I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies because my arm -"

"Weasley, cut the roots for Malfoy," Snape said without looking up.

Ron's face turned red as a brick.

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he huffed at Malfoy, his fists clenched tightly.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley, you heard what Professor Snape said, cut these roots."

Ron grabbed his knife, pulled Malfoy's root towards him, and began to roughly chop it, resulting in pieces of varying sizes.

"Professor," Malfoy drawled, "Weasley cut my roots into all sorts of pieces. I can't use them."

Snape approached their table, peered down from his hooked nose, and gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.

"Switch roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir—"

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully chopping his own roots into perfectly equal pieces.

"Now," Snape said in his most dangerous tone.

Ron pushed the root he had so beautifully cut across the table towards Malfoy and picked up the knife again.

"And, sir, I need someone to peel those figs for me," Draco said, his voice full of malicious mirth.

"Potter, you could peel Malfoy's figs," said Snape, giving Harry the look of distaste he always reserved for him.

Harry took Malfoy's fig while Ron began to work on the root he now had to use. Harry peeled the fig as quickly as possible and tossed it across the table to Draco without a word, whose smile grew more malicious.

Lamia was now the only one at the table who wasn't troubled by Draco. She quietly prepared her potion, but Draco wasn't going to leave her alone.

"Lamia, do you want these cut daisy roots?" Draco nudged Lamia's arm with his good arm, looking expectant.

"That's mine!" Ron shouted at Draco. It was the first time he had cut something so perfect, and it was snatched away by Draco. You can imagine how angry he was.

"Shut up, Weasley! If you make any more noise, I'll give you a bottle of silencing potion." Snape turned around suddenly, and his gloomy face scared Ron.

"Okay, Professor." Ron blinked weakly and continued cutting another batch of daisy roots.

"No need, I'll give you this - um, person with limited mobility." Lamia glanced at Draco mockingly, and the disdainful look made him feel like the worst person in the world.

"No, I'm not. I can do it myself. It's just my arm that's injured." Draco explained. He didn't want to be misunderstood. As the only heir of the Malfoy family, this would definitely be a stain.

"Oh, really?" Lamia smiled, but the curve of her lips didn't seem kind at all.

Ron and Harry immediately understood what Lamia meant, and they kept shaking their heads in agreement, making unpleasant clicking sounds.

No matter how good-tempered Draco was, he would have been angry now. He stood up angrily, picked up the small basin full of daisy roots, and put it on Ron's head, "Give it back to you, damn Weasley!" His malicious smile looked very ferocious.

Ron was hit on the head and was now hurriedly cleaning himself up. "Malfoy, don't go too far!" He raised his fist and it seemed that he would wrestle with Draco in the next second.

"Everyone sit down! Weasley, put your fist away! Another point deducted from Gryffindor!"

Snape walked over with a dark face and had no intention of leaving the table. They were too noisy, so it was better to keep an eye on them.

Ron was so angry that he just attacked like that. At the last moment, he saw Lamia's eyes, and knowing the plan, he chose to endure it again.

But things didn't end like this. Snape was called away at the last minute. He only had time to leave a warning before hurriedly leaving the classroom.

Ron and Harry looked at each other and decided to let Draco dance a little longer. Well, actually, it was because Snape would be back at any moment.

But Draco didn't intend to let them go. He picked up a fig with his fingertips and threw it back onto the plate. His eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about what would most stimulate Ron and Harry.

"Have you seen your buddy Hagrid lately?" Draco asked them quietly, finally thinking of it.

"That's none of your business," said Ron quickly, without looking up.

"I'm afraid he can't teach anymore," Draco said with mock sorrow. "My dad's really upset that I got hurt—"

"Go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you a real kick in the ass," Ron growled.

"Really, Weasley? But Professor Snape seems to be just outside the door." Draco slammed the table sarcastically, which immediately made Ron lose his momentum.

"--He has complained to the school administrators and also to the Ministry of Magic," Draco continued arrogantly.

"My father was an influential man, you know, and a wound like this that's not good to age—"

He let out a deep, fake sigh. "Who knows what will happen if my arm never gets back to where it was before?"

"So you're pretending like this," said Harry suddenly, who had been silent all along, and with a flick of his hand, for his hands were shaking with anger, he cut off the head of the dead caterpillar, "so you can try to get Hagrid expelled."

"Hush," said Draco, his voice dropping to a whisper, "partly so, Potter. But there are other benefits. Weasley, cut the caterpillar for me."

"I won't—"

"This matter is not over yet." Draco smiled cunningly. He was sure that Ron would listen to him. Sure enough, under the attack of Hermione and Harry's eyes, Ron still cut the caterpillar for Draco indignantly.

"Great, you are such a competent servant. I should ask my dad to hire your whole family so that the elf in my house will have more time to help my dad tidy up the study." Draco was so proud that he didn't even notice Lamia's increasingly sarcastic expression.

"Shut up, Draco, don't push me!"

Ron endured almost all the anger he had suffered in the previous class.

He jumped to his feet, but before he could do anything, he was pulled back by Hermione. She shook her head, her eyes full of disapproval, as if reminding Ron what was most important.

But Ron couldn't bear it any longer. His cheeks flushed red like an erupting volcano, and he wanted to hit Draco's head off.

"Draco, your cauldron is running dry." Lamia said lightly, without even looking up, but even so, Draco quickly turned his head back.

"Lamia, you finally pay attention to me." Draco politely pushed the daisy roots and other things on his plate in front of Lamia, "These are all for you."

"No, Draco, I'm just reminding you. Besides, you're really noisy." Lamia chopped the last bit of fig, raised her eyelids, and her deep red pupils pierced deeply into Draco's chest like a sharp sword, and filled it with magma, so that he was like petrified, motionless in the position.

In the end, Draco didn't make his own potion until Snape came back, and Ron was even ready to watch the show. In the end, Snape just assigned this to Draco as homework.

"See, I knew it. Snape really deserves to be the headmaster of Slytherin. He'd better know that he's still a professor." Ron turned his head and kept pouting.

"Weasley, do you have any opinions on my course?" Snape had already walked to the classroom door, but suddenly walked back, holding the potion book and looking grimly at Ron who had just been talking big.

"No, no, Professor." Ron was startled and quickly bowed his head to apologize. He didn't want to be put in detention again. A whole bucket of Flobberworms was not something a normal person could handle.

"Very good, I'll see you in the office at 8 o'clock tonight." Under Snape's shiny hair, his pair of ink-black eyes were particularly creepy.

Ron remained silent until Hermione tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"This is terrible. I can't join you guys." Ron buried himself under the table dejectedly.

"It's okay, Ron, we'll tell you the result." Harry covered his mouth and laughed. Although Ron was his best brother, he really couldn't help it.

"Well, Ron, we should be able to find evidence for Hagrid tonight. Maybe he won't be expelled." Lamia looked around and said over her shoulder.