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

In Malfoy Manor, Draco heard a knock on the door. Of course he knew it was Lamia, but he was too angry and just wanted Lamia to wait outside the door for a while longer, at least more than 2 minutes this time.

Draco took a few more seconds this time before walking to the door triumphantly, "Forget it this time, but next time you must come with me..." Before he could finish his words, Draco noticed that there was no sign of Lamia outside the door. She had disappeared long ago.

Draco walked around outside the door, even looked behind it, but still couldn't find Lamia. Only then did he believe that Lamia had really left him and ran away with Hermione.

"Hermione Granger, you filthy Mudblood, you actually kidnapped Lamia! I won't let you go, my father will definitely expel you!"

Draco knocked over the plate Hermione had left on the table and stomped on it.

"Kirby! No curly-haired people will be allowed into Malfoy Manor from now on!" Draco was furious, and the whole manor was filled with his roars.

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It was not until Lamia and Hermione landed that they realized that this was not Harry's home at all, but rather a serious company.

The people coming and going were in a hurry, all in suits and ties with indifferent expressions. Almost no one paid any attention to the two of them. They were like walking robots, just following instructions.

"Hello, excuse me..." Hermione asked several questions but was met with rebuffs every time. No one would stop for them.

"No wonder they are so indifferent. Look, these fireplaces are like Muggle production lines. How could flesh-and-blood humans come out of them?" Hermione complained to a neat row of fireplaces.

"Maybe we can ask someone for help. There will always be someone here who is willing to listen to us." Lamia laughed out loud. Hermione was now like an anxious goat, wanting to knock over everyone, which was completely different from her previous calm and composed appearance.

"You're still laughing. Harry is in danger now. We must rescue him immediately." Hermione glared at Lamia in frustration and continued to try to strike up a conversation.

"How about we find an exit? We can't just go in but not out." Lamia looked around. The surroundings were all dark walls, serious but depressing. "After we get out, we'll find a way to get to Harry's house. Hermione, believe me, there's still time." Lamia held down Hermione's hand, which was trembling slightly due to excessive anxiety.

"Damn it, why are there walls everywhere here? Where can I find the exit?" Hermione was very uneasy.

"Hello, children."

A warm greeting was like thunder in spring. Lamia and Hermione turned around and saw a middle-aged man with red hair and a big belly.

"Although I don't know him, he must be related to Ron. Now we're saved." Hermione whispered in Lamia's ear, her gray eyes lighting up.

"Sir, do you know us?" Hermione took a step forward and spoke politely.

"Of course, son. I'm Ron's father, Arthur Weasley. Ron often mentions you, especially you," Arthur pointed at the silver-haired Lamia. "I'm not in a position to reveal the details. Uh, as you know, Ron always talks a lot."

Arthur had a strange look on his face, but Lamia didn't ask. It was too obvious. Ron must have been complaining about how Harry was controlled by her. He said that almost every day.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Why are you here? I mean, this is the Ministry of Magic, not a place for children - it's not fun here." Arthur touched his belly with understanding.

"Mr. Weasley, we've run into some trouble. We were supposed to go to number 4 Privet Drive, Harry's home, but for some reason the Floo powder sent us here. Could you please take us there?" Hermione explained their difficulties in a few words, looking hopefully at the pregnant Arthur Weasley.

"Of course Floo powder can't reach there. That's the Muggle living area. Their fireplaces are not connected to wizards. The fireplace in the Ministry of Magic is the closest to there. It's normal to be teleported here.

"Luckily, you met me. Don't worry, I'll take you there." Arthur said, trying to take out his car keys from his pocket. "My car has been modified and is as fast as a Muggle plane. It will take you there in less than 10 minutes."

"That's great, Mr. Weasley, Harry will thank you." Lamia smiled and thanked him.

But soon Lamia couldn't laugh anymore - Arthur turned all his trouser pockets inside out and there was no trace of the key.

"Strange, where did it go? I clearly remember putting it in this morning," Arthur took off his coat and searched in the inside pocket.

Lamia then noticed that he was wearing a tattered shirt with only the collar intact.

"What a shame, kids! I left my keys at home. Maybe I can take you home and then drop you off there," Arthur wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I hope it's not too late."

"That's all there is to it, Mr. Weasley," said Hermione dejectedly.

The two followed Arthur into the fireplace again. "Children, be sure to pronounce 'The Burrow' clearly. I'll show you how."

Arthur grabbed a handful of Floo powder and said, "The Burrow." Then he sprinkled it on his head and disappeared into the fireplace in a blink of an eye.

Lamia and Hermione followed suit and this time they did not fail and successfully arrived at the Burrow - Ron's home.

Lamia found it difficult to describe what she saw. It was a crooked house built with magic. It had a strange appearance and a complex structure. Each floor seemed to tilt at a different angle, as if it might collapse at any time, but the magical thing was that it stood firmly.

"Welcome to the Burrow, children!"