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

"I will definitely not be attending Muggle Studies again. You have no idea how tired I am. I already returned the Time-Turner to Professor McGonagall this morning."

Hermione finished her words in one breath and immediately grabbed the bottle and drank the water.

"But you got 320% on the test!" Ron said in shock. If he didn't know Hermione well, he would have thought she was showing off.

Lamia didn't say anything, but kept looking at Hermione. She was always a good listener.

"I know," Hermione sighed, "but I can't stand it next year like this. That converter is driving me crazy. I've handed it in, and without Muggle Studies and Divination I'll have a normal timetable again."

"Well, that's true. If I had your schedule, I'd probably split myself in two to go to class."

Ron said.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hermione keenly noticed that Harry was not attracted by her topic and looked very depressed. She asked worriedly and winked at Lamia, obviously asking her to say something to comfort Harry.

Lamia was stunned. She turned around to look at Harry. He was still looking out the window with a confused look in his eyes, filled with reluctance to leave.

He heard Hermione's voice and quickly reacted.

"I'm fine," Harry said quickly. "Just thinking about the holidays."

"Yeah, I've been thinking that too," said Ron. "Harry, you have to come and live with us. I'll talk to Mum and Dad, and then I'll call you. Now I know how to call..."

"It's the phone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year..."

Ron curled his lips and ignored Hermione, but Lamia spoke up.

"Hermione, is there something like that going on in your family?" Lamia noticed that Hermione was a little unhappy and asked.

"Lamia, that's called a telephone, hahaha." Hermione laughed, because Lamia's accent sounded like that of a poor old gentleman.

Ron waited until Hermione stopped laughing before continuing, "By the way, there's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! What do you think, Harry? Come stay at my house and we'll go to the game together! My dad can always get tickets from his work." He couldn't hide his excitement as he spoke with his hands gesticulating.

It must be said that Ron knew very well what would cheer Harry up. "That's great, and I bet the Dursleys would be happy to let me go - especially after what I did to Aunt Marge -"

Harry had told Ron and Hermione a long time ago, and now he couldn't help laughing when he thought about what he had done.

Harry became happy and played a few games with Ron and Hermione. Lamia still didn't participate. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to take a nap.

By the time the witch with the tea trolley arrived, Harry had bought himself a large lunch, though it didn't include any chocolate. But his real joy came later in the afternoon.

"Harry," Hermione said suddenly, looking back, "what's that outside your window?"

Harry turned and looked outside. A small grey object danced and flickered above the windowpane. He stood up to get a better look.

It was a little owl, carrying a letter that was too big for it.

The owl was so small that it kept somersaulting in the air, bouncing here and there in the train's backward draft.

Harry quickly lowered the window, reached out his arm, and snatched up the owl as if it were a fluffy golden snitch.

The owl dropped the letter on Harry's seat and then began to soar steeply up the carriage, obviously pleased with its mission accomplished.

Hedwig moved her beak solemnly in a gesture of displeasure, and Crookshanks sat up in his seat, following the little owl with his large yellow eyes. Ron noticed this and grabbed the little owl to keep it out of harm's way.

Lamia was also woken by the noise, although she was not actually asleep.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Lamia saw the owl in Ron's hand. It was so cute that it seemed to be a little inconsistent with Ron.

Just then, Lamia noticed Harry pick up the letter, which was addressed to him. He tore it open and cried out, "It's from Sirius!"

"What?" Ron and Hermione said excitedly, "Read it out loud!"

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Through Harry's expressive and almost reading aloud belief, Lamia learned from it that Sirius was hiding, but he did not tell Harry where he was hiding.

Lamia felt that this was easy to understand. Sirius must be worried that the letter would be seen by others. After all, he was not completely cleared of the charges and could not appear in the wizarding world openly.

In addition, what excited Harry the most was that Sirius used his status as godfather to agree to let Harry go to Hogsmeade village, so Harry no longer had to take the secret passage.

On the way back to King's Cross Station, Harry read and reread Sirius' letter. Lamia had nearly memorized it, but Harry never tired of it and kept reading it over and over again until he could barely hear it in his voice.

When they walked off the platform, the letter was still tightly held in Harry's hand.

As soon as Lamia got down, she saw Harry's Uncle Vernon, who was standing quite a distance away from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously.

"My dears, it's so nice to see you again!" Mrs. Weasley hugged Lamia and Hermione as soon as she saw them.

When Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry to express her welcome, Uncle Vernon's face became even uglier, as if his suspicions about them were confirmed.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron shouted after Harry as he, Hermione, and Lamia said goodbye.

Lamia saw Harry pushing the luggage cart with the trunk and Hedwig's cage towards Uncle Vernon, who greeted him in his usual way. "What's that?" he growled, glaring at the envelope Harry still clutched. "If that's another form for my signature, then you must—"

"It's not a form," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You don't have a godfather!"

"No, I do," said Harry cheerfully. "He's my mum and dad's best friend, a convicted murderer who escaped from a magical prison and is still at large, and he's been willing to keep in touch with me through... well, I can't tell you, but he's always been aware of my situation."

"Look if I'm happy..." Harry smiled broadly at the horrified look on Uncle Vernon's face as he pushed his luggage cart towards the station exit, Hedwig flying swiftly ahead of him, heading off together for a summer that looked like it would be much better than last year's.

Lamia looked away, she had never liked summer vacation, this would make her the only student in the whole of Hogwarts with nowhere to go.

"Lamia, darling, come with me." Mrs. Weasley stroked Lamia's head lovingly and took the few luggage from her hands. "Poor child, I can't imagine what kind of life you have lived before."

"Thank you, ma'am," Lamia said sweetly, a sweet smile on her face that softened Mrs. Weasley's tone.

But the next second, Mrs. Weasley turned her head and shouted at Ron, "Ron, come here, you lazy guy, help Lamia with the luggage!"

Ron curled his lips at Hermione and said, "I shouldn't have told Mum that Lamia had no place to live." He walked up to Mrs. Weasley, took the luggage from her, and then walked towards Mr. Weasley's car.

"Okay, sweetheart, everything will be fine from now on. Just stay in my house and we all like you very much." Mrs. Weasley put her arm around Lamia's shoulders, as gentle as the mother in Lamia's vague memory.

Lamia followed the Weasley family back to the Burrow, which was almost exactly the same as what she had seen before. However, Mrs. Weasley seemed to have prepared for Lamia to stay here for a long time.