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

"Luna, do you want to join us? Mr. Weasley has prepared two tents, and there's still plenty of space in ours." Lamia took Luna's hand and spoke beside her. Hermione nodded as well. It seemed that she also liked this seemingly crazy girl.

"But..." Ron didn't finish his words. The girls had already left. Harry spread his hands helplessly. His good brother really couldn't speak or read the situation, which caused him to be implicated.

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"What took you so long?" George complained when they finally returned to the Weasleys' tent.

"I ran into some acquaintances," Lamia said, setting the water down. "You haven't started the fire yet?"

"Dad's playing with matches," Fred said, glancing at Luna who was following Lamia. She wasn't nervous at all, but was looking at their tent curiously.

"Crazy girl Luna?"

George said, seeming to be very interested in Luna and came closer.

"Hello, I'm Luna, but I'm not crazy." Luna said calmly, not affected at all.

George curled his lips. It seemed that this crazy girl was too quiet. She was nothing like what he heard. She was so boring.

Lamia took Luna to ask Mr. Weasley what he meant, after all, this was his tent.

Mr. Weasley made no progress in building the fire, and it wasn't for lack of trying; matches lay scattered around him, and he didn't seem to be in any hurry.

"Ouch!" He finally struck a match, screamed, and quickly threw it away.

"This is it, Mr. Weasley." Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and strode over. She spoke gently, took the matchbox from him and demonstrated to him what to do.

"Mr. Weasley, this is Luna, can she live with us?" Lamia said, taking a step to the side so that Mr. Weasley could easily see Luna behind her.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley, I'm Luna Lovegood. Nice to meet you. I hope you can agree to let me live here. I can help you clear away the harassing horseflies around you, of course, if you like."

I don't know when Luna put on her colorful glasses again, and with her clothes, she looks like the crazy girl in the rumors.

"Oh, let me see. Your father must be Xenophilius Lovegood, isn't he, son?" Mr. Weasley stood up, his red hair tossing wildly.

"Yes, sir," said Luna, looking expectantly at Mr. Weasley, wanting his permission so she could clear the air of those annoying pests.

But Mr. Weasley was obviously thinking about her father and didn't hear Luna's words at all. "Your father, yes, that's him. You two look so much alike. How's his copy of The Quibbler going lately? I used to buy it and read it often."

"Not bad," Luna said, putting her glasses away in disappointment.

"That's good, that's good." After all, it was the first time that Mr. Weasley met Luna. He didn't know what to say and could only scratch the back of his head.

"Mr. Weasley, can Luna live with us?" Lamia didn't get an answer from Mr. Weasley, so she had to ask again.

"Oh, of course, of course, it's my fault. I'm so sorry, kid." Mr. Weasley smiled sheepishly. He just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Lamia noticed that Mr. Weasley was at a loss, so she took Luna and Hermione back to the tent first, giving Luna a chance to pack her luggage, even though she didn't seem to take anything.

"Here you go, this is my luggage." Luna opened her messenger bag. It was full, but you couldn't tell from the outside.

Ginny was sitting in the tent. She was also surprised to see Luna. They had met before, so they quickly became familiar with each other.

After a while, the girls were attracted by the shouting outside. It was Mr. Weasley.

Lamia went out and found that Mr. Weasley had finally lit the fire, which was exactly what he had been expecting.

Several girls stood aside, watching the flames rise little by little. It took at least another hour before the fire became strong enough to cook. However, their waiting time was not boring, as there were many things to see.

Their tent seemed to be situated beside a main road leading to the stadium, and Ministry officials were bustling up and down the road, greeting Mr. Weasley warmly as they passed.

Mr. Weasley kept up the introductions, mainly for Lamia, Harry, and Hermione; his own children were too familiar with the Ministry people to interest them.

"That's Cuthbert Mockridge, the head of the Goblin Liaison Office... This is Gilbert Whymple, he's on the Experimental Spells Committee, he's had those horns for a while now. Hello, Arnold Peasegood, the Memory Deleter - a member of the Reversed Occasions Team... That's Bode and Crocker... I can't comment on their work..."

"What do they do?"

"It's from the Department of Mysteries, top secret. I don't know what they are doing..." Mr. Weasley raised his finger and made a gesture to silence.

At last the fire was well lit, and they were just beginning to fry eggs and cook sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy finally strode toward them from the woods.

"Just Apparated over here, Dad," Percy exclaimed, "Ah, great, there's something delicious!"

They were halfway through their delicious eggs and sausages when Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up, grinning and waving to a man striding over. "Boys!" he said. "The most important person here! Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was easily the most striking person Lamia had ever seen, wearing a long Quidditch robe with broad yellow and black stripes and a giant wasp splashed across his chest.

It looked as if he had once been of strong build, but was now losing weight. His robes were stretched tight around his belly, which must have been small when he represented Great Britain in Quidditch.

His nose was so flat that it looked as if it had been broken by a Bludger, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion gave him the appearance of an oversized boy.

Lamia lost all interest after a few glances, but Harry kept staring at him as if this person was someone very famous.