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

"This is ridiculous, Malfoy, how could you do this to a poor elf?" Hermione stood in front of Kirby with a shocked expression.

"It doesn't even have a complete set of clothes. This is illegal, poor elf. Tell me, how much is your salary?" Hermione stopped Coby who was about to serve tea and water, looking like she was supporting it.

"Enough, Granger, do you think you are a saint? There is no law that stipulates this. Cobby, tell this lady, are you satisfied with your current life?" Draco disapproved and played with the badge in his hand contemptuously.

"As you command, my noble little master." Kirby squatted down and saluted, looking at Hermione's face for the first time. "Kirby is very satisfied with his current life." His voice was tired and mechanical, completely lifeless, like a walking corpse with its soul taken away, leaving only the body.

Hermione was so angry that her eyes turned red. "Draco, you are forcing it. I won't let it go. The poor elves must have their own laws." Hermione pushed Draco angrily. The latter shook violently in his chair, very stunned.

"Look, Miss Granger always thinks she can save everyone, but in fact, she can't even save her own lunch." Draco sat down quickly and said sarcastically.

"Okay, Draco, you've gone too far." Lamia stood between the two of them, isolating the war that was about to spread.

She didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Hermione and Draco were from completely different worlds. One was full of idealism, and the other was extremely selfish. It was difficult for them to resonate with each other, but she couldn't just watch the two of them quarreling.

She might as well cut off the source of the war and let the two of them be alone in peace, so she wouldn't have to worry about it.

"Lamia, you always side with the damn Gryffindor. I've had enough. You have to stand on my side, unless you are not a Slytherin." Draco pointed at Hermione who had her back turned and shouted angrily.

"Draco, don't be so angry. Hermione did nothing wrong." Lamia covered her head. She urgently needed earplugs, preferably the kind that could block out all sounds. Draco's noise was unbearable for her.

"I'm throwing a tantrum? Lamia, think carefully, this is Malfoy Manor. You came here to find me. I am the most important. What is Hermione!" Draco suddenly stood up from the chair, walked to Lamia, his eyes full of disbelief.

Lamia took a few steps back guiltily. She had the illusion that she was the groom who was caught staying out on his wedding night. "Draco, calm down."

"You can't calm down unless you kick her out." Draco put his hands on his hips and forced Lamia to choose between him and Hermione.

"Then I'll go out, or else."

Lamia had no way to make a choice and could only create one for herself, but it was obvious that her choice was invalid. Draco was so angry that he slammed the door of his bedroom, leaving Lamia with a cold back.

Lamia sighed. The child was grown up and she couldn't control him anymore. What else could she do? Just coax him.

"Hermione, don't be angry, Draco is just too impatient. He still welcomes you."

Lamia handed Hermione a cup of cold tea. "Drink some water and take a rest."

Hermione took a sip of water, and her expression softened slightly, but she still didn't speak. Lamia tentatively said, "How about asking the elf to bring you something to eat? You haven't eaten much today."

"Lamia, are you going to encourage this trend? What did the elves do wrong? Why can you take it for granted?" Hermione put down the cup heavily.

"Okay, okay, I'll get it for you." Lamia said hurriedly. She was speechless. After all, she was a noble and she had always been the one ordering others around. But now, she was the one who was ordering others around.

Lamia didn't understand when things started to become like this. Maybe she began to be assimilated by this world, or maybe she was oppressed too deeply by Tom in her dream.

Lamia walked into the kitchen, where only the elves were busy. They were silent and mechanically completed their tasks. Even if someone spoke, they would ignore them.

Lamia said it several times but got no response. Suddenly she remembered the gesture Draco used to order Cobby, "Kitchen elves, as a wizard, I order you to prepare two single lunches for me." She imitated the gesture according to her memory.

The elves acted quickly as if they had received an order from robots. After a while, Lamia had two plates of exquisite lunch in her hands.

"Okay, you guys continue." Lamia nodded, carried the plates to the table, and handed one to Hermione.

"Eat something. I know you feel bad now, but this won't improve overnight. It requires your effort." Lamia's voice was gentle, like soft hands soothing Hermione's heart, making her eyes misty with tears.

"I knew you would stand by me, Lamia. You would help me, right?" Hermione threw herself into Lamia's arms and vented her anger.

"Well, Hermione." This was all Lamia could say at this moment. She just wanted to restore the harmonious life she had before.

At this moment, an old owl stumbled into the glass wall of Malfoy Manor, twitched a few times, and fell to the ground.

"Where did this owl come from?" Lamia and Hermione were both startled. The crash was so loud that the poor bird must have fainted.

When they walked out, they saw an owl with mottled fur and messy feathers standing with its two legs facing the sky, one of its claws was shaking.

Neither of them had seen the poor owl, but it had a letter tied to its claws, and it seemed to have come with a mission. However, it was obvious that its owner had forgotten its age and didn't know how long it had flown before finding them.

"Oh my God, it's Errol from Ron's house. That's bad, Lamia, we have to go to Harry's house now, he's in trouble!" Hermione said anxiously after quickly reading the letter.

"Don't worry, Hermione, let me take a look at the letter." Lamia patted her on the back and took the letter.

The letter was from Ron, as could be seen from the handwriting. The letter said that he had not received a reply from Harry since the summer vacation, and he was a little worried that Harry was locked up by his uncle and aunt.

If they had not been to Harry's house, they could have assumed that Harry was locked up, but they had already threatened the Dursleys, and Harry still hadn't replied. It was impossible that he hadn't replied on purpose, so Harry was indeed in danger.

"We need to go to Privet Drive right away, Lamia."

Hermione said, and quickly walked out the door.

"But we can't get there right away. Newt isn't here."

Hermione muttered to herself, pacing back and forth.

"Maybe we can use Floo powder?" Lamia said casually, "I seem to remember there is a fireplace in Harry's house." She suddenly remembered that when she first entered Harry's house, Vernon was hiding in the fireplace.

"Yes! Lamia, you are so smart! Let's go now!" Hermione jumped up.

Lamia asked the elf for Floo powder and placed lunch in front of Draco's door before leaving. Although there was no response when she knocked, there was no time now.

"Number 4, Privet Drive." Lamia used Floo powder for the first time and shouted from the fireplace.

Then green flames spread from her hair to her feet, and she disappeared in an instant.

And Hermione used Floo powder right behind her.