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

Ginny used magic to separate a small room outside her room, which was neither too big nor too small. It was about the same size as Lamia's dormitory, but it was more cozy inside and completely different from the dark green color of her dormitory.

Even Lamia had to admit that the dark green of Slytherin House was really too depressing. Even though she was a person who didn't pay much attention to such things, she couldn't help but feel tired of this color.

But Mrs. Weasley decorated her new house to look very similar to Ginny's room, with large areas of pink and light blue. Lamia felt like she was living in a flowerbed. She wasn't very used to it at first, but she got used to it later.

In the following time, Lamia was always the first to get up, helping Mrs. Weasley prepare breakfast for the family and washing Mr. Weasley's car.

Lamia didn't want to live and eat for free at the Weasley family's house, so she prepared a bag of gold Galleons. However, when Mrs. Weasley found out, she was very sad and thought she had done something wrong.

This made Lamia very uncomfortable. In her heart, no one would give without asking for anything in return. Even if there was, she couldn't pretend not to know and selfishly enjoy their dedication. This was not something Lamia could do.

Mrs. Weasley firmly refused Lamia's gold galleons. She talked to Lamia for a long time and told her that in her heart, Lamia was a non-blood-related daughter and they regarded her the same as Ginny.

These words were originally intended to make Lamia accept their friendship calmly, but they did not have any great effect, at least not what Mrs. Weasley expected.

Because Lamia used other ways to repay them, such as doing the housework by hand that she could do with her wand, like today. For another example, Arthur's car could be washed at public expense, but Lamia washed it for him personally.

These things that Lamia thought were rewards actually made the Weasleys feel a little embarrassed. They also saw what was on Lamia's mind. She was worried and afraid that they would drive her away.

"Arthur, we must find a way to help Lamia. She is too closed. We have to give her the same love we gave to Ginny." Mrs. Weasley sighed and said to Lamia who was busy wiping the table.

"I think we should just let Ron take her out for a walk. Maybe she'll feel better," said Mr. Weasley, taking a bite of his sandwich.

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"Lamia, hurry up, Mom said we have to be back before five in the afternoon." Ron's backpack was bulging, and he walked very fast in front, completely ignoring Lamia behind him.

"Got it, Ron." Although Lamia said this, she did not speed up, and still walked at the same slow pace. This made Ron angry and he turned back, took the food prepared by Mrs. Weasley on Lamia's back, and continued to move forward.

Lamia sighed and followed. This time she increased her speed and walked faster than Ron.

It wasn't long before Lamia and Ron arrived at Privet Drive. Luckily Ron had some change ready, otherwise Lamia would have had to call Ern over.

Privet Drive was exactly what a respectable suburban street should look like on a Sunday afternoon, with white smoke rising from every chimney, a bright sun all around, and a few kittens basking leisurely in the street.

Lamia knew immediately that Ron would bring her to Harry, after all, Ron's mind was full of Quidditch and his good brother Harry.

There was no difference from before, the Dursleys' house was still in that shabby state.

"pat-"

It was Ron banging on Harry's window with a rock, "Hey, Harry, it's us!"

After a while, Lamia saw a black-haired head peeking out of the attic window. It was Harry, but he didn't look well at all. The heavy dark circles under his eyes and pale complexion showed that he must not have slept well last night.

"Shh!"

Harry raised his finger and tilted his head to listen to the next room. His cousin Dudley was snoring, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were also taking a nap.

"How do we get up there, Harry?" Ron said, trying to keep his voice down.

Just as Harry was still wondering how to bring Lamia and the others in without waking up Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, he heard Ron exclaim.

The next second, they were in Harry's room, entering through the window.

"Lamia, could you tell me in advance next time? You almost scared me to death just now!" Ron covered his chest and said breathlessly.

"Okay." Lamia shrugged nonchalantly and looked at Harry.

"Harry, we're talking here so we don't wake him up—" Lamia nodded towards the next room where the snoring was coming from, "—he's sleeping so soundly."

"Well, Lamia, Dudley is like in a coma when he sleeps." Harry forced a smile.

"Brother, you look like you're about to die. What happened?" Ron recovered and looked at Harry's haggard face. He was shocked. Could it be that his good brother was going to... before the summer vacation was even over?

"No! Ron, I just didn't sleep well last night." Harry explained hurriedly, taking out the unfinished letter.