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

The bus was really going faster than it looked, and Harry knew that all too well. He sat in his seat, holding onto the handrail. He had wanted to ask Lamia how she knew he couldn't get out, but a sudden bump nearly made Harry fall to the ground.

"Well, we're here, right, the Burrow." Ern came out of the cab and said to Lamia and Harry, taking off his hat. "Hello, Harry Potter."

"Hello, Ern," Harry said. They had met before, but they were not familiar with each other.

Harry looked at his empty palms and the weightless back, his eyes widened in horror, "Lamia, something terrible has happened - I forgot to bring my luggage!"

Harry slapped his head in frustration. "I packed it all and left it on the wall by the window. How could I have forgotten to take it? I can't go back now. Uncle Vernon must have noticed I was gone!"

"Is this it?" Lamia took out a black suitcase from the seat behind her.

"Oh! This is it!" Harry quickly took the box and opened it. Inside was his packed luggage, filled with his school things and all his most precious treasures - the Invisibility Cloak inherited from his father, the broomstick given to him by Sirius, and the magic Marauder's Map of Hogwarts given to him last year by the twin brothers Fred and George Weasley.

"Lamia, that's great, but how did you do it? We never left the bus." Harry was surprised.

"Of course I took it when I brought you onto the bus. It's impossible that I just flashed over and took it." Lamia chuckled and answered Harry's somewhat stupid question.

"And, Lamia..." Harry was a little uneasy, but he kept organizing his words and seemed to not know where to start.

"You want to say, what will happen if your uncle finds out you're gone, right?" Lamia seemed to have seen through all of Harry's thoughts and easily said what he was thinking.

"Yeah, he'll definitely write a letter about this and send it to Dumbledore. It might cause trouble for the Weasleys..." Harry said with a frown, "Uncle Vernon will do everything he can to cause trouble, even if he doesn't know Dumbledore's address."

"Don't worry, Harry, I left a letter there." Lamia winked.

"What letter?" Harry was even more shocked. He didn't expect Lamia to be so quick. She only delayed him for a while, but she actually did so many things.

"It's nothing, really. I just told you that I was the one who took you away. Also, if they cause any trouble, I will personally solve the problem," Lamia said.

Harry immediately understood what Lamia meant. She was threatening Uncle Vernon. He was no longer worried because even Harry was impressed by the shadow Lamia had left on the Dursleys last time.

"It's okay now, we can go in, they are all waiting for us. Also, Hermione will be late, her father has several patients waiting in line." Lamia said, and took Harry into the open door of the Burrow.

As Harry entered, he heard a burst of laughter from the small kitchen. Harry looked around and saw Ron and George sitting at a cleanly polished wooden table. There were two red-headed people next to them. Harry had never seen them before, but he knew immediately that they must be the two eldest Weasley brothers: Bill and Charlie.

"Hey, you're finally back." Fred gave his seat to Lamia, then patted Harry on the shoulder and introduced Bill and Charlie to him, but he mischievously didn't tell Harry which one was Bill and which one was Charlie.

"How are you, Harry?" the brother nearest to Harry grinned and held out a large hand.

Harry shook it and felt calluses and blisters on his fingers. This must be Charlie, who was studying dragons in Romania.

Charlie was about the same size as the twins, shorter, fatter, and stockier than the more slender Percy and Ron. He had a broad, weather-beaten face, like a gentleman, and was covered with so many freckles that it looked almost brown. His arms were muscular, and on one arm there was a large, shiny scar from a fire.

"Hello, Charlie." Harry looked at Fred with some pride, and the latter gave him a thumbs up.

Bill also stood up, smiled, and shook hands with Harry. Bill's look was somewhat surprising.

Harry knew that he worked at Gringotts, the wizarding bank, and that he had been Head Boy at Hogwarts School.

Harry had always thought of Bill as a carbon copy of Percy, only a few years older, with the same fuss about breaking school rules and the same love of bossing everyone around him around.

When I saw it today, I realized that it was not the case. Bill looked very "cool". Apart from this, Harry really couldn't think of any other words to describe him.

He was tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and he wore an earring with a small fan hanging from it. Bill's clothes would not look out of place even for a rock concert, but Harry noticed that his boots were made of dragon leather instead of cowhide.