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

"No, Harry." Lamia said the same words as before. She wanted Harry to understand that even if the Ministry of Magic expelled him, Dumbledore would find a way for him. His worries were completely unnecessary.

But Harry obviously didn't take himself seriously. He didn't think he was important enough to allow Dumbledore to break the school rules, but that was the fact.

There was a loud, echoing explosion in the kitchen downstairs, loud enough for Harry, even in his grief, to hear it upstairs.

Aunt Petunia screamed, Uncle Vernon roared, and Dudley wailed, it was more lively than a circus.

As for Harry, he was immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself. Even though he heard the noise downstairs, he had no intention of going over to check.

"Harry, go to the kitchen downstairs and take a look." Lamia listened for a while, as if she discovered something, and said to Harry.

"I'm not going. I need to think about what to do next." Harry said dejectedly.

"No, Harry, you have to go down and take a look, really." Maybe Lamia's expression was too serious, Harry was finally persuaded, he walked down the stairs, Dudley was placed on the sofa in the living room, at this moment he was still wailing, but the sound was much quieter.

Harry quietly walked into the kitchen, and at Lamia's suggestion, he found a dazed, disheveled barn owl squatting on the windowsill outside the kitchen. There were many feathers falling from its body, and it was obvious that it had been hitting the glass for a long time.

Uncle Vernon spotted Harry and cried out in agony, "Owl!"

Harry ignored him and ran to the other end of the kitchen, flung open the window, and out stretched the owl's leg, with a small roll of parchment tied to it.

It shook its feathers, and flew away as Harry took the letter down. Harry, with shaking hands, unfolded the second letter. It had a few lines scribbled on it in black ink, staining the paper.

Harry: Dumbledore just arrived at the Ministry of Magic and is investigating the whole thing. Don't leave your aunt and uncle's house! Don't do any more magic! Don't hand over your wand!

Harry looked at Lamia in shock.

What does it mean that Arthur Weasley Dumbledore is investigating the whole thing?

How powerful is Dumbledore to be above the Ministry of Magic?

Could it be that he could still return to Hogwarts? A small ray of hope quickly rose in Harry's heart, but it was almost immediately strangled by panic - he didn't practice magic, how could he refuse to hand over his wand? He had to compete with the representatives of the Ministry of Magic.

If he did that, he would be lucky to escape Azkaban, let alone be expelled from school.

His mind raced, and he could either flee and risk being caught by the Ministry, or he could stay where he was and wait for them to find him.

He found the first option more appealing, but he knew Mr. Weasley had considered what was best for him, and besides, Dumbledore had dealt with far worse things before.

"Okay," Harry said, "You're right, Lamia. I'll do what you say from now on."

He quickly rushed to the kitchen table and faced Dudley and Aunt Petunia, his face visibly relaxed.

The Dursleys seemed quite surprised by his sudden change of heart. Aunt Petunia looked at Uncle Vernon desperately, the veins in his purple temples throbbing more violently than before.

"Who sent these nasty owls?" he roared fiercely.

"The first one was sent by the Ministry and got me fired," Harry said calmly.

He pricked up his ears and listened attentively to the noise outside, fearing that the representatives of the Ministry of Magic had arrived.

It would be easier and quieter to answer Uncle Vernon's questions now rather than have him lash out and rant and rave.

"The second one was sent by my friend Ron's dad, he works at the Ministry of Magic."

"Ministry of Magic?" said Uncle Vernon in a snarl. "People like you can work in the government? Oh, I finally understand. I understand. No wonder this country is getting worse day by day."