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

"That's great!" huffed Ron, looking at Harry's robes. "Why can't I have one like this?"

"Because... well, I have to buy you second-hand, so there isn't much choice!" said Mrs. Weasley, blushing.

Lamia suddenly thought that the dress Mrs. Weasley prepared for her didn't seem to be second-hand, and didn't look cheap at all. Could it be because of this?

Lamia looked at Ron with some guilt. At the same time, she noticed that Hermione's eyes were also full of sympathy. Could it be that Mrs. Weasley had prepared one for Hermione as well?

Lamia touched Hermione, but got no response from her. Hermione seemed to be thinking about something and didn't notice that Lamia was looking at her.

Harry felt a little embarrassed. He would have liked to take out all the money in his Gringotts safe and share it with the Weasleys, but he knew they wouldn't accept it.

"I'd never wear anything like that," Ron said stubbornly. "Never!"

"All right," retorted Mrs. Weasley sharply, "just get naked, Harry, and don't forget to take his picture, and by God I can have a good laugh."

She walked out of the room and slammed the door shut. There was a strange sound behind them, and the piglet had a large piece of owl food stuck in his throat.

"Why are all my things junk!" Ron said angrily, striding over and prying open the pig's mouth.

"Maybe I can help you, Ron." Lamia said, picking up the dress Ron threw on the ground. In fact, the texture of this dress was very good, but the style was a bit too old-fashioned.

"What should I do? Want to exchange with me?" Ron sneered, "I don't wear girls' skirts."

"Isn't yours also a skirt?" Hermione laughed at Ron loudly.

"You! Forget it, Lamia, how do you want to help me? No, how can you help me? Let me make it clear first, Mom won't let you use your money to buy me a new one." Ron originally wanted to say something to Hermione, but when he saw Lamia's eyes, he changed his words.

"Of course not. I can help you now. I will stop when you are satisfied." Lamia said mysteriously, holding the dress in her palm. As she moved, the dress began to change into various shapes.

Sometimes it was a standard suit, sometimes it turned into a school robe-like outfit similar to Harry's, but Ron was not satisfied with any of them.

"No, Lamia, none of these suit me. I want that lively and cheerful feeling." Ron said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Then you should wear the one you just wore." Lamia withdrew her hand and handed Ron the dress that was no different from before.

"Oh, no, Lamia, you can't do this to me," Ron yelled, throwing his tuxedo aside.

"That's enough, really!"

Hermione turned her head away impatiently. It seemed that she couldn't stand Ron anymore.

Lamia finally changed the dress Ron wore into the style of the suit it had first seen. Although it still did not meet his expectations, Ron could at least accept it.

The next morning, when Lamia woke up, the house was filled with a gloomy atmosphere of the end of the vacation.

The rain was still pattering against the windows, as was always the case with English weather. Lamia pulled on a sweater; they would change into their school robes on the Hogwarts Express.

Lamia met Hermione on the stairs and they went downstairs for breakfast. Just as they reached the corner of the second floor, Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking upset.

"Arthur!" she called upstairs. "Arthur! An urgent message from the Ministry!"

Lamia scrambled out of the way, and Hermione followed, clinging to the wall as Mr. Weasley thumped past them and disappeared in a flash, his robes on inside out.

When Harry and the others entered the kitchen, Lamia and Hermione were already seated. They saw Mr. Weasley anxiously rummaging through a drawer—"I remember there was a quill here!"—Mr. Weasley leaned over the fire and was speaking—

Lamia thought she had seen it wrong. She looked at Hermione in disbelief, and both of them saw the disbelief on each other's faces.

Amos Diggory's head hung in the midst of the flames like a huge bearded egg, and he was talking rapidly while the flames danced around him and licked his ears, but he was not in the least bothered.

"... the Muggles who lived nearby heard the banging and the shouting, and they went to call the - what did you call them - the Ginchers. Arthur, you have to go -"

Lamia noticed that Hermione frowned and kept repeating what Mr. Diggory had said about Jincha. It was not until she heard the rest of the content that Hermione realized they were talking about the police.

"Here you go!" gasped Mrs. Weasley, thrusting a sheet of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a crumpled quill into Mr. Weasley's hands.

"—and it's a good thing I heard about it," said Mr. Diggory's head. "I had to get to the office very early because I had to send two owls with a message, and I found that the Improper Use of Magic Office was out—if Rita Skeeter had made a big deal out of it, Arthur—"

"What did Mad-Eye say happened?" said Mr. Weasley, unscrewing the cap on his ink bottle and filling his quill with ink, ready to record.

Mr. Diggory rolled his eyes. "He said he heard someone break into his yard. He said he was sneaking up on the house but was ambushed by his dustbin."

"What did the dustbin do?" asked Mr. Weasley, writing down his notes in a frenzy.

"There was a terrible bang and the rubbish was blown everywhere, that's all I know," said Mr. Diggory. "Apparently, when the Ginch got there, one of the dustbins was still spewing rubbish—"

Mr. Weasley groaned. "Where's the man who broke into the yard?"

"You know Mad-Eye, Arthur," said Mr. Diggory, rolling his eyes again, "who would sneak into his yard in the dead of night? Perhaps it's a stray cat that's been beaten up outside, wandering around aimlessly with potato peelings hanging from its body.

But if the Improper Use of Magic Office catches Mad-Eye, he'll be in trouble - think about his criminal record - if the crime is minor and your department is handling it, we'll let him go - what's the punishment for making a dumpster explode?"