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

After looking around, Lamia and the others didn't find Draco and his followers.

Hermione: "Lamia, take us to Malfoy's dormitory. If they don't have the medicine with them, then they must have hidden it in the dormitory."

Lamia couldn't speak. She flapped her wings and led the way. Soon, they came to an exquisite door. This door looked the same as the others, but if you looked closely, you would find the Malfoy family emblem on the top.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Hermione pulled out her wand, pointed it at the keyhole, and with a flash of light, the door opened.

Several people searched the room quietly, but found nothing. Lamia even turned into a human form and rummaged through Draco's pillow.

Harry: "Too bad, they must have taken those pills with them."

Lamia nodded as well. She sat on Draco's bed and rummaged through his quilt. Although it was unlikely, Lamia had already searched almost the entire house, so this place wouldn't be a big deal.

Hermione was equally lost. She sat on the sofa, dejectedly rummaging through the gift box she had taken from Draco's desk.

There was indeed nothing inside.

Just then, Lamia suddenly jumped up from the bed.

"What's wrong?" Hermione and Harry asked.

"Shh!" Lamia gestured to them, pointed outside the door, then quickly turned into a bat, flew to Hermione's collar and landed.

They were all visibly panicking, and Harry hurriedly put the Invisibility Cloak on him and Hermione. They were about to leave the room, but Harry changed his mind and stopped in the corner.

Hermione bumped Harry's shoulder and looked at him to ask what was going on, but Harry didn't respond. Instead, he pulled Hermione against the wall and waited for Draco to come in.

"I'm so tired." Draco kicked off his shoes as soon as he came back and threw himself on the bed. After a while, he tilted his head and looked at Goyle and Crabbe who were standing at the door.

"You are allowed to come in this time, but you can only sit on the floor." Draco raised his chin, revealing the aristocratic and sarcastic aura.

Goyle and Crabbe certainly didn't dare to complain. They walked in obediently, stood in front of Draco, and listened to his constant complaints.

"Damn Hagrid, I'll make him pay. By the way -" Draco glanced at the bedside table, " - bring me that gift box, Goyle." He pointed to the sofa where Hermione had just sat. She had forgotten to put the gift box back where it belonged.

Hermione looked at Draco fearfully, afraid that he would notice that the gift box had been tampered with.

"Ha, this young master is really smart. I can learn any spell in one go. Look, if I didn't tell you, who would have found out that there's something hidden in here?" Draco proudly shook the seemingly empty gift box. With his last movement, the gift box suddenly became a circle bigger, and two small brown paper bags fell out of it.

Harry and Lamia both recognized that this was the drug Draco had put into Hagrid's Rock Cake, but they both knew that this was definitely not a good time.

Draco held the medicine bag up to his eyes, staring at the pills on it with wide eyes. "Crabbe, are you sure this is going to work? I hope it doesn't end up being useless, then there's no fun to be had."

"Of course, Boss. This is a new product from that new trick shop in Diagon Alley. It's definitely effective. And it only takes three times to bring down an Australian White Eye. Not to mention they're just a bunch of stupid birds."

Crabbe said dismissively.

"That would be better. Also, what's the name of that magic trick shop?" Draco was obviously interested. He casually changed the gift box back to its original shape and said to Crabbe.

"Uh, boss, it doesn't matter. It's just a shop run by some common people. This is the only interesting thing in it." Crabbe rubbed his hands and looked at Goyle for help.

But Goyle was so focused on the cookies on Draco's coffee table that he didn't even notice Crabbe.

"Speak, stop talking nonsense." Draco pounded the bed in dissatisfaction, startling Crabbe and Goyle, especially Goyle, who shouted, "I didn't eat. I'm not hungry at all."

"Shut up! Goyle." Draco yelled at Goyle angrily and threw the gift box in his hand directly at him.

"Sorry, Boss," Goyle apologized hastily, but Crabbe was relieved.

But in the end, the next second, Draco continued to ask him the name of the magic house.

"Boss, why don't you go and check it out yourself? I forgot." Crabbe thought for a long time before he finally came up with this half-measure with his limited intelligence.

Draco had the expected look on his face. "Where's the address?" he asked, getting up from the bed.

"93 Diagon Alley," Crabbe said quickly. He hadn't even considered that he could name the address when he couldn't even remember the name, but Draco was obviously used to it and just curled his lips.

About fifteen minutes later, Draco led the two out again. Although Crabbe was very reluctant, he could not think of a solution at all. In the end, he could only pray that Draco would not notice the name of the store, but was that possible?

The dormitory was quiet again. Harry tore off the invisibility cloak on his head and ran quickly to Draco's bed. He picked up the gift box that had fallen on the ground opposite and tried to change it in his hands according to Draco's previous movements. However, he tried many times and there was no change. Not only that, the gift box even shrank a circle, as if it had activated some self-protection measures.

"Let me try." Lamia didn't know how long she had been watching from the side in human form. After Harry failed again, she walked over.

Harry placed the gift box in Lamia's palm. It had become very small now, and it looked like it was the last chance. If they failed this time, they might never have such a good opportunity again.

Lamia gathered magic power in her palms and slowly closed her eyes. She recalled Draco's actions in her mind. His gestures were obviously complicated, but Lamia simply held the gift box, and as magic power continued to be injected, the gift box actually slowly grew larger.

Harry opened his eyes wide in surprise. He didn't dare to make any sound for fear of affecting Lamia's operation.

Lamia slowly opened her eyes, and the gift box in her hand had turned into the one Draco had just held. She opened the lid and found two packets of powder inside.

"Great, Lamia!" Hermione praised. "How did you do that? You didn't do anything." She couldn't help but ask in the end.

"That's because Draco's actions are all just show. They're completely useless. What's truly useful is the magic he injects into it." Lamia closed the lid of the gift box and handed it to Harry for safekeeping. "Actually, it's a magical prop that absorbs magic."

"But, he said it was a spell." Hermione still didn't understand.

"That's because he wanted to brag in front of Goyle and Crabbe. Did you hear him say that spell?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, "No." Then she understood everything and couldn't help but knocking her head, "I'm so stupid. How could Malfoy learn a spell that I don't know? I should have thought of it long ago."

The two of them walked out the door while talking, but forgot about Harry behind them.

"Wait a minute, everyone." Harry chased after them with the gift box. "Should we replace the powder inside? That way, they won't find out too soon. And even if they drug Hagrid again, they won't hurt him. We can also hide the evidence and leave it for later."

"Harry, you're overthinking it. I think this is better," said Hermione.

Both of them looked at Lamia, who was silent, as if waiting for her to express her opinion.

"Yeah, I think this is a good idea too. Harry is very thoughtful." Lamia complimented casually, and just this one sentence made Harry happy for a long time.

But what to replace the powder became the problem. Hermione walked around the room and finally she set her eyes on the biscuits on the coffee table.

"Lamia, can you turn them into powder?" Hermione walked to Lamia with a plate on which were a few exquisite biscuits that smelled delicious. No wonder Goyle kept staring at her.

"I'll try." Lamia nodded, took the biscuit and placed it in her palm, clenched her fist, and some powder began to fall from between her fingers. Hermione quickly put the plate underneath to catch it.