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

Aunt Petunia bravely opened the door a crack, "What do you want to do, freak! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Her eyes were wide open and her face was mean, but the trembling in her voice revealed her true emotions.

Lamia ignored the middle-aged woman holding a frying pan and pretending to be fierce. She reached in and pushed the door open. "Let's go in, Hermione." After saying that, she stepped into the room first.

"Uh, Aunt Petunia." Hermione blushed with embarrassment. She simply couldn't look as natural as Lamia. After all, she was just a little girl.

Aunt Petunia's lips were almost curled up to her ears, and she waved the frying pan in Hermione's direction, "Go away! You damn freak, I won't be fooled by you."

Lamia, who was walking in front, gave Aunt Petunia a glare when she heard this. Aunt Petunia took a few steps back honestly, but did not put down the frying pan in her hand.

"You keep holding the pot, are you trying to make lunch for us?" Lamia smiled gently, but scared Aunt Petunia so much that she dropped the pot to the ground. "That's great, we're just hungry, thank you for bothering us." After saying that, she didn't care whether she agreed or not, and directly took Hermione's hand and walked upstairs.

Harry deliberately avoided the malicious looks of the Dursleys, "Lamia, slow down, my room is very small, don't hit your head." He hurried over, completely ignoring Uncle Vernon who came out of the fireplace.

"Mom, are you really going to make lunch for them?" Dudley crawled out from under the sofa and ran crying into the arms of Aunt Petunia who was walking towards the kitchen.

"A bunch of freaks! It would be better if we could eat them to death!" Uncle Vernon could barely speak after coughing violently. His whole body was covered in soot, and even his breath was filled with black powder.

"Should I do it then?" Aunt Petunia stood at the kitchen door holding a pot. Her face was wrinkled and her eye sockets were deeply sunken, like a piece of dry bark with two holes in it.

"Don't spoil them. We're not to be trifled with," said Uncle Vernon, finally pulling the spider webs off his head. "Go ahead and make it. Add plenty of salt. Salt them to death!"

Aunt Petunia thought Uncle Vernon had finally shown some strength, but when she heard this, she glanced at him and walked into the kitchen.

Uncle Vernon plopped down on the sofa, his small green eyes rolling around, and a bad idea on the tip of his tongue.

"Dudley, my dear, go to the door now and listen to what they are saying." Uncle Vernon slapped Dudley who was lying on the ground.

"No, Dad, I'm scared." Dudley squeezed under the sofa, but his huge butt couldn't fit in, and it stuck out like a bloated yogurt bag.

"My dear son, there's nothing to be afraid of. Just don't let them find you and you'll be fine." Uncle Vernon pulled Dudley's exposed belt, trying to drag him out. Due to excessive force, his purple face became even more red, and he was panting like a short-breathed hippo.

"I won't go, Dad. They'll kill me. Can't you go by yourself?" Dudley was about to cry. He hugged the sofa leg and refused to come out no matter how Uncle Vernon dragged him.

Uncle Vernon exerted force, and Dudley's belt broke in two, and he sat down heavily on the ground.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is there an earthquake?" Aunt Petunia came out of the kitchen in a hurry with a spatula in her hand, and saw this scene: Dudley was hiding under the sofa with his pants held up, crying with snot all over his face, while his husband was sitting on the ground, like an upside-down turtle, unable to stand up.

"Come and help me up, Petunia," Uncle Vernon waved his hand in agony.

When he got up from the ground, he found that his pants had been completely torn along the groove line at some point, and the flowered shorts inside were clearly visible.

"Dudley, you have to go, come out quickly, you damn boy." Uncle Vernon shouted impatiently, embarrassed.

"Don't yell at my darling son like that. It's none of your business. If you want to go, go by yourself." Aunt Petunia got angry and kept hitting Vernon's back with the spatula in her hand.

The noise their family made was so loud that even the three people in the small attic could hear it clearly.

"Lamia, should we go down and take a look?" Hermione's face flushed red. She had never been so offended.

"It's okay, Hermione, ignore them, Harry, just continue talking about what happened at the zoo." Lamia rubbed Hermione's head and listened attentively to Harry's stories about his childhood.

"Oh, okay, I went there with Dudley and the others. There was a big python in the zoo," Harry gestured with his hands. "At first I thought it was asleep, but then I found I could actually talk to it..." Harry opened his eyes wide and used his hands and feet to demonstrate the scene of that day, as if this would make them feel as if they were there.

"And then?" Hermione was attracted by his story and listened attentively with her head tilted.

"Then the glass disappeared, and Dudley fell into the pool." Harry covered his mouth and laughed, not forgetting to look at Lamia a few times and found that she was laughing too.

"Harry, it's an interesting story. However, have you noticed anything strange here?" Lamia glanced out the window. She felt the breath of other creatures. There was no malice, but it was very strange.

"No, Lamia, I've always been alone here." Harry looked around. He had always been alone in this tiny attic.

"Oh, then maybe I saw it wrong." Lamia said this, but her eyes did not miss anything in the room.

Harry didn't take it seriously and started telling the story of how he first met Lamia.

Just at this moment, there was a muffled sound at the door. Harry hurriedly got up and opened the door, only to see Dudley's back as he fled down the stairs in a panic, like a hairless wild boar running around.

"What's going on?" Hermione and Lamia also came out, but Harry closed the door and shook his head.

"I don't know, it's Dudley."

Harry said.

"Maybe lunch is ready. Your aunt is really hardworking, Harry." Lamia winked at the two of them.

The two of them understood instantly, especially Harry, whose mouth corners were almost stretched behind his ears.

"Yeah, yeah, my aunt has always been very hardworking," Harry responded cooperatively.

Hermione still looked embarrassed. She was not used to this and always felt like a robber.

Lamia noticed Hermione's nervousness and patted the back of her hand.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud banging sound on the window. The three of them looked over and found that it was an owl with smooth fur hitting the glass.

Lamia hurried over to open the window, and the owl placed the letter in its beak into her palm and flew away quickly.

"To Lamia Nocturne and Hermione Granger, attic, number 4, Privet Drive."

When Hermione heard her name, she came over and read the contents of the letter carefully. It turned out that Newt had discovered traces of magical creatures and asked them to return to London to help.

"Sorry, Harry, I'm afraid we have to go," Hermione said apologetically.

"It's okay, Hermione, you guys go ahead." Harry waved his hand nonchalantly.

So, Lamia and Hermione left in a hurry without even looking at the lunch that Aunt Petunia had carefully prepared.

As for Harry, the Dursleys would not leave lunch for him, and the plate of bacon with a whole bag of salt was eventually eaten by Uncle Vernon with tears in his eyes.