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

Finally, after Lamia ate two whole chicken pies, Mrs. Weasley finally changed her target. She looked at Bill who was talking to Ron on the other side and frowned tightly.

"Bill, your earring... has a horrible big fang on it. That's terrible, really, Bill. What do the people at the bank say?"

"Mom, the people in the bank don't care what I wear, as long as I find a lot of treasure." Bill said patiently, fiddling with his earrings, looking very satisfied.

"Your hair is awful, too, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, stroking her wand lovingly. "I really wish you would let me have a trim..."

"I like it," said Ginny, who was sitting next to Bill. "Mom, you're so out of touch. Besides, compared to Professor Dumbledore's hair, it's not long at all..."

Ron nodded as well. "Snape's hair is already like that, Mom. When you saw it last time, why didn't you offer to clean it up for him?"

"Molly, okay, it's not a big deal. As long as Bill likes it, we should respect children's ideas." Arthur, who was originally talking to Percy, turned his head at some point.

"As you please! You are a bunch of heartless guys!" Mrs. Weasley was very angry. She just said it casually, but the whole family came to refute her. She seemed like a bad mother who forced her child.

But no one spoke for the rest of the time, and the entire table suddenly fell into silence, so the voices of the Weasley twins and Charlie were particularly loud.

They were discussing the World Cup enthusiastically and were so excited that they didn't even notice anything unusual at the table.

"Ireland has to win," Charlie muttered through his mouth full of potatoes. "They beat Peru in the semi-final."

"But Bulgaria has Viktor Krum," said Fred.

"Krum is good, but he's only one man, and Ireland has seven good players," said Charlie impatiently. "But I really hope England gets through. It's such a disgrace."

"What's going on?" Harry asked anxiously. He didn't care about the strange atmosphere at the dining table. He had been staying in Privet Drive during the summer vacation, completely isolated from the magical world and knew nothing. He was extremely upset when he thought about it.

Harry has been on the Gryffindor Quidditch team since his first year at Hogwarts, and he also owns the best broomstick in the world, the Firebolt.

For Harry, flying on a broom was the easiest and most natural thing in the wizarding world; he seemed to be born with this ability, so he was probably the one who cared most about what they said.

"We lost to Transylvania, ten to three hundred and ninety," Charlie said grimly. "It was a terrible performance. Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was beaten badly by Luxembourg."

"Oh!" Harry made a disappointed face.

Mr. Weasley conjured some candles to light up the darkening garden, and then everyone began to enjoy their home-made strawberry ice cream.

Soon everyone had finished eating, moths were flying low over the table, and the warm air was filled with the fragrance of grass and honeysuckle.

Everyone looked satisfied after a full meal, except Lamia, who was almost driven crazy by her churning stomach. Her stomach could not digest human food at all, and it was clamoring to dump everything out.

Lamia endured it until she couldn't bear it anymore. She quickly ran back to her room without even answering Mrs. Weasley's questions behind her.

But Lamia's departure actually had no effect on the people present. They, including Mrs. Weasley, all thought that Lamia had some emergency, which was perfectly normal for a female wizard.

"Look at the time," said Mrs. Weasley suddenly, glancing at her watch, "you should be in bed, all of you—you have to be up early tomorrow morning for the match.

Harry, leave your shopping list for school supplies here, and I'll go to Diagon Alley to buy them for you tomorrow. I'm going to buy them for other people anyway, and it might be too late after the World Cup is over. The last match lasted for five whole days."

"Wow - I really hope it's like that this time!" said Harry excitedly.

"Oh, I don't want to," Percy said seriously, "I'd be away for five days at a time, and my folder wouldn't be full of papers. It makes me shudder to think of that."

"Yeah, maybe someone stuffed dragon dung in an envelope and mailed it to you again, Percy." Fred said.

"That's a fertilizer sample sent from Norway!" Percy said, his face turning red. "It's not for private use!"

"Actually," Fred whispered to Harry as everyone rose and left the table, "we sent it to him."

As soon as Lamia returned to her room, she vomited all the food she had eaten. She felt better only when there was nothing left in her stomach.

Lamia looked out the window into the garden and saw that everyone had dispersed, seemingly preparing to go back to bed.

Lamia walked back and lay on the bed. She thought she had just closed her eyes, but the next second, she heard Mrs. Weasley's voice.

"It's time to go, Lamia, dear," she whispered, coming over and gently touching Lamia's cheek and forehead.

Lamia woke up immediately, quickly put on her clothes, and followed Mrs. Weasley to call Harry and the others.

It was still pitch black outside, and Harry and Ron were mumbling something incoherently when they were woken by Mrs. Weasley. Lamia also saw two irregular dark shapes emerging from under the tangled blankets at the foot of the bed.

"Why, is it time already?" Fred asked sleepily.

No one responded to him. Everyone got dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk.

Then, the four of them finally made their way downstairs into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large cauldron on the stove, while Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets.

As the boys entered the kitchen, he looked up and called to the girls who were waiting there, spreading his arms so everyone could see his clothes.

He was wearing a golf-style shirt and a pair of very old jeans that were a little too big for him, so he held them up with a wide leather belt.