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

Just at this moment, something strange happened.

Dudley began to tremble all over. It was summer, but he felt as if he was frozen all over. His teeth were chattering. "What did you do to me? I'm going to tell Mom, tell them—"

Lamia's whole body shuddered. She could no longer hear the rumbling of cars in the distance or the rustling of leaves nearby. It was as if all sounds were swallowed up. Even the scorching hot noon suddenly became bitterly cold.

They were surrounded by a deep, impenetrable, silent darkness, as if a giant hand had covered the entire alley with a thick, cold curtain, making it impossible for them to see anything.

For a moment, Harry thought he had been bewitched without knowing it, and though he tried desperately to stop it—and then his mind caught up with his feelings—he was powerless to turn summer into winter.

"Lamia, do you know what's happening? Is someone coming? Is it him?" Harry held his wand nervously, his palms covered in sweat.

"Don't worry, Harry, it's not him." Lamia felt it carefully. There was no breath of Voldemort. On the contrary, it was an extremely cold breath. It was very familiar. She must have encountered it before.

Harry turned his head this way and that, trying to see something, but the darkness clung to his eyes like a thin veil.

Dudley's fearful voice pierced Harry's eardrums.

"W-what are you doing? Stop-stop!"

"I didn't do anything! Shut up and don't move!"

"I-I can't see! I-I'm blind! I-"

"I told you to shut up!"

Harry stood motionless, his sightless eyes darting from left to right. It was freezing cold here, and he couldn't help shivering all over. Goosebumps broke out on his arms, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He tried to keep his eyes open and stared around blankly, but he could see nothing.

Harry pricked up his ears; he wanted to hear them before he saw them.

"I need to tell Daddy!" sobbed Dudley. "Where are you? What are you doing—?"

"Can you shut up?"

Harry gritted his teeth, "I'm listening—"

"Harry, on the left, be careful!" Lamia had already turned into a human form, and before the monster came over, she knocked Harry aside.

Harry finally stopped against the wall. He heard what he had been afraid of. There was something else in the alley besides the two of them, and it was making long, hoarse gasps.

Harry stood shivering in the freezing darkness, feeling a surge of intense fear.

"It's the Soul Eaters, Lamia, it's them!" Harry shouted in confusion.

Lamia had already jumped onto the wall. She needed to see how many people were coming and whether she should take Harry away now.

"Stop! Stop it! I'm going to beat you up, and I mean it!"

"Dudley, shut up-"

BANG! He hit Harry on the head with a blow that knocked him off his feet and made him see stars.

Harry now deeply regretted why he had taken Dudley with him when he escaped just now. Not only did he waste his energy, but he also got punched for no reason.

Then he fell heavily to the ground, and his wand flew out of his hand. "You idiot, Dudley!" Harry shouted, tears welling up in his eyes with pain.

He was struggling on his hands and knees, groping haphazardly in the dark, and he heard Dudley stumble forward, bumping against the fence at the edge of the alley, his footing staggering.

"Dudley, come back quickly! You're heading right for it!" Lamia could see clearly from above, and she subconsciously reminded him.