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

The three of them found a secluded spot, and Hermione was about to show them how to get back when Harry interrupted her.

"Wait a minute, I have to hide my self-review. Where should I hide it?" Harry looked around dizzily. "Wait for me, don't leave me here alone."

"No way!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "We'll be with you."

Lamia: "Harry, just leave your review here. Even if someone comes here, they won't care about a plain piece of paper."

Harry finally found a pillar, hid the review under the stone slab, and marked the pillar.

Just as they were about to leave, something suddenly occurred to Lamia, "Hermione, I don't think we can help Hagrid."

Her voice was squeezed and turned into a buzzing sound in Harry and Hermione's ears, but they still heard Lamia's delayed second words again after they returned.

"what!"

"Why!"

They were both shocked, especially Lamia's affirmative tone, which made them a little flustered and began to wonder if they had done something wrong.

"Let's get the evidence first and talk about the rest later." Lamia swallowed the words she hadn't finished. She was suddenly not so sure, just because she saw the mark made by Harry on the pillar.

"What's the matter, Lamia? Why can't we help Hagrid?" Harry insisted and wanted to know clearly.

"Harry, I'm not sure now. I have to see Hagrid first to know." Lamia sighed, "I'm sorry, I was too arbitrary just now."

Hermione pulled Harry and signaled him not to ask so many questions. Harry finally put the questions aside for the time being, and the three of them went to Snape's office together.

It had been less than three hours since they left. Ron should have just started his detention, and Snape's office light had just been turned on.

Hermione: "But how are we going to get in? What if Snape doesn't let Ron deal with the Flobberworm?"

"It's okay, I'll go over and remind him now. I just have to hand in the review to Snape." Harry pursed his lips and said reluctantly. Due to the change in the timeline, Snape originally asked him to hand in the review two days ago, but he only handed it in now. Without even thinking about it, Harry knew how ugly the words Snape would say would be.

Lamia and Hermione stood there, watching Harry closely. They watched Harry walk into the office, and then no sound came out from inside. Lamia and Hermione were surprised. It was so strange that Snape didn't actually have a yin-yang effect on Harry.

Not long after, Harry came out. He was basically the same as expected. He looked even more dejected than when he went in, and one of his glasses was broken.

"Harry, what happened? Why do you look so..." Hermione glanced up and down, but didn't say anything in the end. Harry looked in a bad mood.

"Snape asked me to rewrite it and hand it in tonight." Harry crumpled up the review paper in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

"But we didn't hear anything outside. Why did Snape do this?" Hermione frowned and stood up for Harry. As a professor, Snape actually used his power to bully a student he disliked.

"He didn't scold me, or even say a word. I was talking to Ron and didn't see the barrel in front of me, so I fell on my face." Harry rubbed his nose, and they saw that his nose was red, and there was a faint trace of blood underneath. It seemed that his nose had just bled.

"Did Ron find the two packets of powder?" Lamia wanted to laugh. Harry looked so pitiful.

"Well, he found out a long time ago and stuffed the powder into my hand. Here it is." Harry pulled out two wrinkled brown paper bags from his inside pocket.

Hermione: "We know Malfoy bought the powder at 93 Diagon Alley. Should we go find the owner now?"

Harry scratched his head in confusion, then pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted. He had a large bump on his head, and he had just happened to touch it. "Shh—why are we looking for the shopkeeper? We already have evidence. Can't we just explain it to Dumbledore directly?"

"No, Harry, do you think Malfoy will admit it? Besides, we got this evidence using a time-turner, and the time-turner is not allowed to be used in school. We can't explain where the evidence came from."

Hermione said.

"No need to look for the owner." Lamia opened the powder, and sure enough, the contents were exactly the same as she remembered.

"why?"

"I am." Lamia raised her eyes, her red pupils sparkling, which invisibly increased her persuasiveness, but Hermione and Harry still didn't believe it, because Lamia was too young. How could a student who just entered the third grade have her own shop, and in Diagon Alley at that.

"I am, but I'm not the one managing the shop now." Lamia smiled meaningfully. After she left last time, she found time to go to Diagon Alley and handed over the task of running the shop to Ern, the former driver of the Knight Bus.

"Then let's go to Diagon Alley now. Malfoy will never expect it!" Harry waved his fist, looking eager to try.

"That's not necessary, Harry. I can call him over, but not now. Let's get ready first, in front of Dumbledore. This can be used as a last resort."

Lamia said.

"Believe me, Malfoy won't admit it." Harry waved his hand. "If he really admitted the bad things he did, I'm afraid Azkaban would have to reserve a special cell for him."

Lamia fell silent, and so did Hermione.

The three of them walked towards Dumbledore's office. They didn't say anything along the way. Lamia was wondering what Dumbledore would say to favor his savior, Potter.

"Lamia, are we really not going to wait for Ron? What if he can be of help?" Hermione tilted her head and asked Lamia.

Harry: "Ron's going to be a while longer. Snape won't let him out until the Flobberworms are dealt with."

Lamia felt the same way. It was easy to get into Snape's office but difficult to get out, not to mention that Ron didn't want to go in on his own.

Fortunately, Lamia felt that the problem between them and Dumbledore could be solved without Ron's intervention.

……

In the principal's office.

"Tell me, children, how can I help you?" Dumbledore placed a large bowl of cream of mushroom soup on the table. The rich aroma made Harry and Hermione, who had not eaten dinner, swallow their saliva continuously.

"Sir, this is the case. Regarding Hagrid, we need to provide some evidence, and we may need Draco Malfoy to come forward."

"Let's put this aside for now. I think Harry and Miss Granger would prefer to try the mushroom soup." Dumbledore blinked, his wise blue eyes sparkling, looking really like the surface of a lake on a summer afternoon.

"No, sir, we're not hungry." Hermione blushed and quickly declined. She had never made such a fool of herself before, especially in front of a great wizard. Hermione took a step back embarrassedly.

"What about Harry, do you want to try it?" Dumbledore filled a bowl, placed it in front of Harry, and raised his hand to signal him to drink it.

But Harry refused directly, and even said firmly that he was not hungry at all, just like Hermione.

As it turned out, Harry's stomach was more honest than he was, and the rumbling sound was particularly prominent in the quiet headmaster's office.

Hermione couldn't bear to watch. She covered her eyes and hid behind Lamia, pretending to know nothing.

Harry's face turned even redder. He tugged at the corner of his clothes, hoping desperately that what had just happened was not real.

"Well, it seems I need to serve you a few more bowls." Dumbledore smiled mischievously.

"Sir, I still think now is not the time to talk about this. You should call Malfoy to confront us and clear Hagrid and Buckbeak's name."

Hermione gathered her composure, exchanged glances with Lamia, and spoke as planned.

Harry nodded frantically and agreed, "Yes, sir, Hagrid was wrongly accused. You have to clear his name."

"Well, I see, Harry. Also, Miss Granger, your suggestion is very good, but it's very late now. I'm afraid Malfoy won't have time to come here, not to mention that I should go to bed--" Dumbledore stretched and waved his wand at the same time. The next second, his clothes turned into a set of green Christmas tree pajamas, with a small Christmas tree on his head.

"-Ah, it's already late. Why don't we discuss this issue tomorrow?" Dumbledore waved his hand, yawned, and squinted at the three people at the door.

Lamia could tell at a glance that Dumbledore was lying. He had just brought out a pot of mushroom soup, and now he hadn't even tasted the soup. How could he go to sleep? This was too fake.

But Lamia couldn't figure out Dumbledore's true intention. Was he trying to protect Draco or Harry? Or maybe he had other plans, such as now was not a good time to expose Draco, but they didn't know.