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

Lamia and Hermione followed Mr. Weasley into the house built by magic. The inside was completely different from what she had imagined. The walls of the house were made of bricks, wood and various recycled materials. It looked a little shabby, but full of home warmth.

"Oh, children, welcome!" Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen and hugged Lamia and Hermione with a smile. "Great, you should have come a long time ago." She kissed Lamia and Hermione on the head.

Lamia was shocked by Molly's sudden action. Although she knew that Molly liked her, she still took a few steps back and put some distance between them. She couldn't establish an intimate relationship with a stranger so easily.

"Sweetheart, you are too thin. You must eat more at night." Molly did not notice Lamia's actions. She held Hermione's little hand and said distressedly.

Hermione nodded movedly. Molly was just like her mother, so gentle and warm-hearted.

"And you, beautiful girl, why are you all so thin? You must finish your meal tonight." Molly obviously did not forget Lamia who was standing aside, and pointed at her threateningly.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm sorry, I'm afraid we can't stay here to enjoy the dinner you carefully prepared - we have to go find Harry." Lamia originally wanted to tell the truth, but Molly's gradually frowning brows and worried eyes made her change her mind temporarily.

"It's okay, kids. You can bring Harry to eat with you. I'll make more. It's really nothing." Molly quickly relaxed her brows, smiled, and patted Lamia's shoulder.

"But..." Lamia was about to refuse when Hermione pulled the corner of her clothes. "Thank you for your help, ma'am." Hermione said before Lamia.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you for your help." Lamia nodded in agreement, "But we still need to borrow your car. Harry's home is a bit far from here."

"Found it, kids."

Arthur, who had been tossing and turning in the room as soon as he entered, finally came out with a black key, "Kids, go quickly. Oh, by the way, you can't drive, this is troublesome." Arthur slapped his forehead, thought of the ages of the two, and suddenly became troubled.

"I haven't finished get off work yet, I have to go back immediately." Arthur looked at Molly in embarrassment. "George, where is Fred? Maybe we can ask them to take the girls with them."

"I don't think it's necessary to go through so much trouble. Why not let Lamia and Hermione sleep at home for one night, and you can take a leave tomorrow to take them there." Molly waved her hand, and the frying pan automatically started frying eggs.

"What do you think, children?" Arthur did not agree immediately, but asked Lamia and Hermione. He could see that they were very anxious when they were at the Ministry of Magic.

"Maybe we can look for George and Fred. We want to get to Harry's house as soon as possible." Hermione pinched the corner of her clothes nervously.

Hermione understood that Lamia didn't want to make Mrs. Weasley worry, and she didn't want to either. Molly was a very nice person, and Harry might not be in trouble. Maybe Hedwig was just being lazy, but they still had to go.

"Of course, sweetheart, I'll call them over right away." Molly shouted towards the room without asking any more questions.

"What's the matter, Mom?" The door quickly opened a crack, and two identical red-haired heads popped out.

"Come out quickly, I need your help with something."

The two red-haired boys walked out of the room in unison, looking at Lamia and shouting:

"I'm not mistaken, there's a snake in the Burrow!"

"It's Slytherin's little snake."

Fred and George shouted face to face, their voices surprisingly consistent.

"That's enough, Fred, don't be so rude." Molly slapped the red-haired boy closest to her hard.

"Wrong mom, I'm George."

"Excuse me, George, apologize to Lamia."

"So your name is Lamia. Sorry, and mom, actually I'm Fred."

Fred dodged Molly's slap in a playful manner and hid behind Arthur. "George, come here quickly, the little silver-haired snake will eat you." He waved at George who kept looking at Lamia.

The Weasley twins didn't treat Lamia as a guest at all, and even ignored Hermione beside them, so that Molly smiled at them awkwardly.

But Lamia was not at all annoyed by being teased. She greeted the two of them politely, "George, Fred, hello, I'm Lamia Nocturne, nice to meet you." She walked up to them and called out their names in order.

"Goodness, she picked you out, George."

"And you, Fred."

The two red-haired boys quickly changed positions several times in disbelief. "Now, guess who is Fred?" They looked at Lamia in front of them jokingly, thinking that she must have guessed it right by accident.

"You are Fred." Lamia pointed accurately at the boy on the left.

"You guessed wrong, I'm Fred." The boy on the right laughed out loud. "No one can recognize us, not even Mom."

But Lamia didn't move at all. She still stood in front of Fred, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was watching their performance.

"Okay, you guessed right, I'm actually George." George failed to deceive Lamia and shrugged helplessly.

"How did you recognize us?"

"Incredible!"

The two of them seemed to have their own mouths, each talking a word as they surrounded Lamia on both sides, making her close her eyes.

"You don't look alike at all," Lamia said casually.

In fact, they look exactly the same and cannot be distinguished by appearance alone, but Lamia does not remember a person by appearance, she identifies them by smell. Everyone has a different smell, even people who look exactly the same have different smells.

"We don't look alike?"

"This is impossible."

The two of them asked Hermione to guess in disbelief, and sure enough, she guessed wrong, and neither did Arthur.

"We grow fundamentally,"

"exactly the same!"

Fred and George chattered along behind Lamia. They had never met anyone who could tell them apart and looked at Lamia like she was an alien.

"Okay, Fred, George, take Lamia and Hermione to Harry's house." Molly pushed them out and threw the keys into their hands.

"Where's Ron? Where did he go?" Hermione followed Ron outside and didn't see him, so she asked Fred who opened the car door.

"Ron? He's not home. Mom asked him to help out at a neighbor's house." Fred started the car.

After a roar, the car slowly rose to a low altitude. "Hurry up and get in, George."

George jumped to the passenger seat, and Hermione was standing in the open space in an awkward position. She was not tall enough and could not even reach the car door.

"Fred, George, drive the car down. Don't you see Hermione and Lamia haven't gotten in yet?" Worried, Molly walked out of the Burrow and saw Lamia and Hermione standing in the open space.

Lamia was able to reach the door, but it was rude.

Fred and George obviously had bad intentions. Instead of driving the car down, they raised it up a lot. "The little snake and the traitor lion should stay down there." Their voices were filled with the smile of a successful prank.

But there was no way Lamia could do anything. "Drive the car down and I'll tell you how I can tell the difference."

Her voice wasn't half as loud as Molly's, but Fred pulled quickly into the lot and opened the door wide.

Lamia pulled Hermione into the car quickly and closed the door.

"Tell us, little snake." Two heads turned at once.

"Take us to number 4, Privet Drive first."

"Cunning Slytherin"

"That's right!"

Lamia closed her eyes and ignored the two of them as if they were air. Apart from comforting Hermione beside her, she ignored everything else.

But Fred drove really well, and neither Lamia nor Hermione felt any bumps at all.

"Here we are, little snake."

"It's time to tell us."

Lamia opened the car door and waited for Hermione to get out before saying to the two waiting people in the car, "I'll tell you when I get back."

"cunning!"

"I won't trust you again."

Lamia didn't respond, but winked slyly, her smile as pure and brilliant as a lily blooming in summer.

Soon, Lamia brought Hermione to Harry's house.

Fred and George remained in the car. They looked at each other silently, saw the blush on the same part of their faces, and turned their heads and shut their mouths in tacit understanding.