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

But things were not as Hermione thought. Newt had thought of almost everything and even carried a sack with him that was big enough to hold an entire bank.

The three men were wandering around the streets of London dragging the sacks, and if you didn't know them, you would think they had just robbed a bank.

"This is too conspicuous, Newt." Hermione covered her face. She really couldn't stand it anymore. Everyone who passed by would quickly move away from them, as if they were some dangerous people.

"Oh, Hermione, it's nothing, they're just weird at best." Newt swung the sack over his shoulder disapprovingly.

"Newt, I think Hermione is right. How about you make the sack smaller?" Lamia twitched her lips. She also noticed that no one dared to approach them because the sack on Newt's back was too big. It looked like there was a person in it.

"Don't make a fuss, they're just Muggles. This reaction is perfectly normal." Newt said this while still raising his wand, ready to make the sack smaller.

"STOP! Hold your head and squat! NOW!"

There was a sound of footsteps behind them, and the three of them were surrounded by a group of Muggle police.

"I told you! Newt, this is too conspicuous. Someone will call the police." Hermione complained loudly and squatted on the ground with her head in her hands. Lamia also squatted beside her. Newt seemed completely incredulous. "Officer, I think you are mistaken. We are legal citizens."

Newt kept making excuses, but it was obvious that the Muggles didn't believe him. They only wanted to believe what they saw. "Get down with your head in your hands!" The leading police captain was very experienced. He directly snatched the sack from Newt's back. The things inside were scattered all over the ground. The police captain was dazzled by the golden light.

But he quickly reacted and shouted into the intercom: "There is an extremely dangerous person at 223 London Street. Requesting reinforcements! I repeat, there is an extremely dangerous person at 223 London Street. Requesting reinforcements! Over."

Things suddenly became complicated. Newt had never encountered such a situation before. A group of police officers with guns raised surrounded the three of them.

"What should I do now? My parents will definitely go crazy!" Hermione noticed that there were reporters following the police, and they were filming with their cameras.

"We didn't rob a bank! These things were... picked up by us, and we were just about to return them." Newt stood up and shouted, but all he got was a curse and a threatening bullet.

"There's no time. Let's not resist." Lamia whispered in their ears. Since the three of them hadn't made any dangerous moves, the police quickly locked them up and put them in the car. Lamia winked at Newt, who immediately understood.

"Collapse!"

"Apparate!"

As Lamia and Newt chanted the spell at the same time, the only policeman in the police car fainted on the ground, and only three pairs of handcuffs were left at the scene.

"That's terrible! We left those lost items right where they were." Newt scratched his hair in frustration. "Why would anyone call the police? We didn't do anything."

"The police will help us return it. We have completed our mission." Lamia patted the dust off the corner of her robe.

"Newt, do you know that we almost held up a sign saying we were robbers? Who would carry such a big sack with so many things in it?" Hermione got up from the ground and cursed at Newt.

At this moment, a huge eagle owl flew over from the distance, its orange eyes locked onto Lamia, and it dropped a red letter in front of her.

Lamia was about to pick up the letter when Newt held her hand down, "This is a Howler Letter. You'd better cover your ears."

After the letter was opened, it quickly floated into the air, and Malfoy's sharp voice came out from it: "I knew, Lamia, you would definitely forget the promise you made to me! You didn't reply to any of the letters I sent you! Summer vacation is almost over, and I haven't even seen your shadow!"

After the sound faded away, the red letter turned into debris. She had indeed forgotten about it, but it was not too late now.

"What happened? Why would Malfoy send you a Howler?" Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I stood him up, but it's okay. We can just get there now." Lamia glanced calmly at the dazed Newt, as if she wasn't frightened at all by the Howler. "Newt, can you take us to Malfoy Manor?"

"Okay, but your friend is really, uh, bold."

After another bout of dizziness, Lamia and Hermione opened their eyes again and found themselves at Malfoy Manor, situated in an open space, surrounded by neatly trimmed gardens and tall trees.

The main building of the manor is a magnificent stone mansion with a solemn and cold appearance, as if it were carved from the hardest rock.

Lamia took Hermione to the door and rang the doorbell. A moment later, a platinum-blonde head popped out of the house. "You still remember to come? I thought you were obsessed with that filthy mudblood."

Draco pouted sarcastically and opened the door. When he saw Hermione standing next to Lamia, his voice became sharp again, "Well, you two are such a sweet pair of sisters. I'm sorry to bother you!"

"Draco, calm down." Lamia pulled Hermione behind her and reminded her with a frown.

"Why am I losing my composure? Just because I said something to her?" Draco sneered angrily, "Malfoy Manor won't let a half-blood in. Just let her stay outside!"

Lamia: "Then I won't go in either."

"No, you promised me. I didn't go out for the entire summer vacation. I didn't even follow my dad when he went on vacation to Europe. You can't do this to me!" Draco's face turned red, and he finally let the two in with trembling hands.

Malfoy Manor is worthy of being a representative of luxury homes, and luxury is reflected in every aspect.

"Dobby, there are guests coming, come and entertain them." Draco shouted towards the door, but the only response he got was silence.

"Damn it, I'll definitely tell Dad! Coby, come over and entertain the guests." He stomped his feet and called another elf with big eyes and pointy ears.

"I'm sorry, young master. My master has ordered me to serve only the Malfoy family." Cobby was wearing a set of tattered cloth that couldn't even be called a piece of clothing.

"I order you to entertain the guests." Draco crossed his arms and made a spinning gesture.

"As you command, Master. Coby will treat his guests well."

Hermione was shocked by this scene. She couldn't understand why Malfoy could exploit a poor elf so easily.