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

"Hello, Bill, nice to meet you." Harry smiled and adjusted his glasses to make himself look more presentable.

Lamia said nothing. Bill and Charlie did greet her when they came back, but neither of them spoke much to her. Lamia knew without hesitation that it was the Weasley twins' doing. They never wanted Lamia to joke with other men whom they considered competitive, even if they were their brothers.

Therefore, Lamia was not very familiar with them and only knew their names.

After a while, Lamia suddenly looked outside the door, and two girls suddenly walked in. One of them had very thick brown hair and two big front teeth. This was Harry and Ron's good friend Hermione Grangrey.

The other one was short and had red hair. She was Ron's little sister Ginny.

Both girls smiled at Harry, but anyone with the naked eye could see how forced Hermione's smile was, and Harry saw it too, but he just smiled at them.

As soon as Hermione entered the room, she walked towards Lamia. As soon as she sat down, she began to talk about her journey. Bill and Charlie, who wanted to greet her, looked at each other in confusion and could only wait for her to finish.

"Lamia, you have no idea how many patients my father has. Luckily you came to the Burrow this summer. If you were here, he would have called all of us to the clinic to help!" Hermione said speechlessly, "If I hadn't urged him just now, I wouldn't have been able to get here tonight!"

Lamia patted Hermione's back in amusement. She had never seen Hermione so angry with Mr. Granger before. Lamia always thought that their family was a very gentle one. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had never quarreled, at least during the time Lamia lived there.

But now he can make Hermione angry to this extent, which shows that Mr. Granger is really busy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so angry." Hermione had just finished speaking when she saw Charlie and Bill sitting in the back. Her face turned red and she quickly apologized. Hermione thought that everyone here was someone she knew, but she didn't expect them to make such an impolite move.

"It's okay, I'm Charlie and he's Bill. Welcome to the Burrow." Charlie said and shook hands with Hermione, and then Bill also shook hands with Hermione.

"Ron, let's take Harry over to see where he sleeps tonight." Lamia said. She had to ease the awkward atmosphere. Hermione was about to bury her head in the sofa.

"He knows where he sleeps," said Ron. "In my room, where he slept last year—"

"Let's all go and take a look," Lamia said sternly.

"Oh," Ron finally understood, "Okay."

"By the way, let's go too." George said.

They left the kitchen, walked through the narrow corridor, and climbed the rickety stairs that twisted and turned, leading to several floors above.

Just then, a door on the second-floor platform opened, and a face wearing horn-rimmed glasses and looking very impatient appeared from inside.

"Hello, Percy," said Harry.

"Oh, hello, Harry," said Percy. "I don't know who's making all that noise. You see, I'm trying to work here—I've got a report to finish for the office—and it's hard to concentrate with people banging up and down the stairs."

"We're not rumbling around," said Ron irritably. "We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed top-secret Ministry work."

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Write a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," said Percy proudly. "We're going to test the thickness of our cauldrons against standards. Some imported ones have bases that are too thin—the leakage rate is increasing at almost three percent a year—"

"This is amazing. This report will change the world," said Ron. "I think the Daily Prophet will publish the headline: The Crucible Leaks."

Percy's face flushed pink.

"You may scoff all you like, Ron," he said passionately, "but there has to be some kind of international law, or we're going to find the market flooded with inferior products, thin-bottomed, fragile, and seriously endangering—"

"All right, all right," Ron said, and started upstairs again. Percy slammed the bedroom door shut.

They continued walking up and saw the small compartment where Lamia lived.

"Harry, this is Lamia's room. In order to let her live here forever, Mum used magic to separate a room for her." Ron said, looking at Lamia enviously.

"Come on, Ron, your room is lovely too," said Hermione.

"But Lamia's room is much bigger than mine, and it has everything," Ron explained, wanting everyone to know why he was envious.

"But this doesn't look like what you said at all." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, thinking he was narrow-minded.

"It's different. It's really big inside. Tell them it's like this, Lamia," Ron continued.

"Yes, that's true. Mrs. Weasley cast a traceless stretch spell on my room. It's much bigger than it looks." Lamia didn't show any emotion, but Ron could hear a boast in her voice.

"That's okay, Harry, our room is better! Mum changed my bedding for me!" Ron looked at Lamia provocatively, but was ignored by the latter. He didn't get angry and continued to pull Harry upstairs.

The attic room where Ron slept was much the same as it had been when Harry last stayed there: posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Flames, were still plastered everywhere, and the players flew across the walls and the sloping ceiling, waving restlessly.

On the windowsill stood the same goldfish bowl, which had once held frog eggs but now contained a frighteningly large frog. Ron's old, old mouse, Scabbers, was gone, replaced by a little grey owl that hopped up and down in a small cage and chirped non-stop.

"Shut up, little piggy." Ron said, squeezing his way between the two beds. There were a total of four beds in the room, which was very crowded.

"Fred and George are staying here with us too, because Bill and Charlie have taken theirs," he told Harry, "and Percy insisted on having a room all to himself, because he has to work."

"By the way - why do you call that owl Piggy?" Harry asked Ron.

"Because it's a bit silly," said Ginny. "Its original name was Juvijon."

"Yeah, that's not a silly name at all," said Ron sarcastically.

"Ginny gave it that name," he explained to Harry. "Ginny thought it was a very cute name. I wanted to change it, but it was too late. The owl only knew that name and ignored any other. So now it's just Piglet, and Errol and Hermes hate it, so I have to keep it here. To be honest, I hate it too."

Zhu Weijun was jumping around happily in the cage, making shrill chirps. Harry knew Ron too well to take his words seriously. He was always so hypocritical. When his Scabbers disappeared, he cried for a long time before accepting it.

"Let's go down and help your mother prepare dinner, okay?" Lamia said. She didn't want Mrs. Weasley to prepare dinner for more than a dozen people by herself.

"Okay, all right," Ron said. They left Ron's room and returned downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley busy in the kitchen alone, her wand waving so fast that Lamia felt she was in a hurry.

"We'll eat out in the garden," she said when they were inside. "There's no room for eleven of us here. Girls, could you take these plates out? Bill and Charlie are setting the table. You two, take your knives and forks." As she instructed Ron and Harry, she tapped a pile of potatoes in the sink with her wand, but she used a little too much force, and the potatoes peeled themselves so quickly that they flew all over the walls and ceiling.