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

This was the second time Lamia had seen this strange creature. All the house-elves in Malfoy Manor only knew how to obey orders and had no ideas of their own, but Dobby was different. Lamia could feel that Dobby was very special.

So Lamia planned to ask directly, Dobby might bring them an unexpected surprise.

Lamia: "Dobby, you have a master, right?"

Lamia spoke tentatively.

Dobby blinked once quickly.

Lamia: "Very well, then you come to Harry. Your master knows about this, right?"

Dobby blinked twice with a look of terror on his face, and Lamia was so quick that she thought his eyelids had cramped.

Hermione and Harry, who had been listening carefully to the conversation between the two, were now just trying to hold back their laughter.

Lamia, on the other hand, carefully comforted Dobby until it was no longer frightened, and then she continued asking questions.

"Don't worry, Dobby. No one will know."

Dobby's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Lamia in front of him with his big green eyes and nodded suddenly.

"Let's continue, Dobby. You intercepted Harry's letter to protect him, didn't you?"

Lamia draped the blanket that Harry had hung by the bed over the shivering Dobby. The latter was stunned for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes and sobbing, but then he remembered that he couldn't speak, so he just looked at Lamia in surprise and blinked.

"Dobby, is there a conspiracy against Harry in Hogwarts?"

Dobby trembled even more, but still blinked slightly.

"Harry will be in danger, Hogwarts is no longer safe. Is this what you found out from your master?"

Dobby couldn't bear it any longer. He screamed crazily and banged his head against the wall, which was immediately covered in blood. "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby."

"Stop, Dobby." Lamia gestured to Dobby to stop hurting himself, but the questions she asked were beyond Dobby's ability to answer.

For the first time since Lamia came to the world of this book, she felt that her own people were too kind. They treated human slaves by simply locking them up, but never mistreating them.

After all, only the blood of happy humans is the most delicious, but the humans here treat their slaves completely differently. They don't even have a complete set of clothes. Only a few elves in Malfoy Manor have clothes.

Dobby faced the wall and calmed down for a long time before turning his head. "Miss, you are the kindest lady Dobby has ever met. No one has ever given Dobby a blanket, and no one has ever comforted Dobby. Bad Dobby, bad Dobby."

Dobby burst into tears and blew his nose into his tattered pillowcase and clothes before he could speak again, "Dobby, I'm sorry, miss. Dobby can't let Harry Potter be in danger."

Lamia stroked Dobby's smooth head. It raised its head, its tennis-ball-like eyes filled with sadness.

"Don't worry, Dobby, Harry will be safe, I promise." Lamia's smile was so warm that Dobby forgot he was still holding the blanket in his hand. He was moved and blew his nose again, still holding the same worn pillowcase.

Lamia suddenly suspected that Dobby's clothes might have been torn by himself.

"Dobby wants to apologize to Harry Potter. Dobby didn't expect Harry Potter's friend to be such a nice lady."

"It's okay, Dobby, as long as you don't stop me from going back to Hogwarts." Harry stood up from the bed shyly and touched Dobby's little head like Lamia, but Dobby took a few steps back in disgust.

Harry withdrew his hand awkwardly. It turned out that he was not suited to sentimentality. Even Dobby couldn't accept his affectionate behavior.

At this moment, the closed door made a crisp sound and broke in the middle.

Two similar fat men fell in from behind the door. The relatively thin Dudley was pressed to the ground by the clumsy Uncle Vernon. His whole face was congested and abnormally red.

And Dobby disappeared when the two fell in.

"Ah, get up quickly! Dad." He struggled, but still couldn't escape from Uncle Vernon who was like a huge mountain.

Uncle Vernon seemed to be stunned by the fall and didn't remember his fat son at all. He was completely awakened by Dudley's voice. He hurriedly tried to get up from the ground, but his fat was piled on his stomach, like an overturned tumbler, and he couldn't get up at all.

"What are you standing there for! Harry, help these freaks!" Uncle Vernon yelled. He was clearly asking Harry for help, but he was not polite at all.

And Harry couldn't just watch his only relative being crushed to death, especially since Dudley was already rolling his eyes because of the pressure.

He hurried forward and pulled Uncle Vernon's short, thick arm, using all his strength, his face flushed red, but Uncle Vernon only moved forward a little, and when Harry relaxed, he bounced back.

Dudley, who had some space to breathe, rolled his eyes again. He was like a caterpillar being rolled around with a stick.

"Try harder, you little brat!" Uncle Vernon was of no help at all, chattering away like a toad.

Harry didn't know whether he was annoyed or what, but he loosened his hand and stood back next to Lamia, who didn't intend to attack, and Hermione who was being held by her.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I can't help you." Harry's palms were shaking, and there were bloodstains on them.

"Okay, let's go. Fred and George are still waiting for us." Lamia could see that Harry's heart had cooled. "Harry, we'll stay at the Burrow until school starts. Mrs. Weasley will be very happy to see you."

"Okay." Harry responded, and after Lamia and Hermione left, he took a last look at Uncle Vernon who kept cursing and Dudley whose face had improved slightly, and walked out resolutely.

After they left, Aunt Petunia hurriedly took two steps at a time and arrived at Harry's room in the blink of an eye, where she saw two fat men stacked on top of each other.

"Ah! Dudley, my baby!" Aunt Petunia threw the frying pan in her hand downstairs, and then rushed towards Uncle Vernon. She was just an ordinary woman, and her arms were not even one-third as thick as Vernon's, but she pulled him off Dudley in one go.

Feeling that his internal organs finally had some space, Dudley gasped for breath and tears kept falling. Aunt Petunia hugged Dali with heartache, while Uncle Vernon, who was lying on the ground and had not yet turned over, was inadvertently ignored by the two of them.

Lamia actually saw Harry sneak into the kitchen, and she also saw Aunt Petunia panicking, but Harry didn't mention it, and Lamia pretended not to see it.

But she and Hermione both knew that Harry would not just sit there and watch his family go.

"You still remembered to come back. Fred thought you were caught by Muggles."

"George thinks so too."

They walked to the front of the car, and George, who was in the passenger seat, rolled down the window and spoke in a shrill, sarcastic voice.

Lamia just found it funny. They were exactly the same as Ron, especially when they were sarcastic. They were indeed from the same family.

"George, you drive." Fred picked up Harry who was sitting in the back seat with one hand and said to George who was standing outside.

George drove very steadily, and Hermione was a little drowsy. Lamia and Hermione in the back seat both felt fine.

I think everyone in the car felt good, except Harry of course.

"Fred, put me down." Harry's face flushed. He was hung on the car window by Fred. This posture was embarrassing in itself, not to mention that there was a girl he liked in the car.

Harry kept struggling, and he deliberately turned his head forward so that Lamia would not see his miserable appearance.

"Harry, please understand, there is no seat for you in the back row." Fred yawned.

"This seat is perfect for you." George didn't forget to interrupt while driving.

Lamia originally thought that Fred was teasing Harry on purpose because he had waited too long, but when she noticed that after Hermione and she sat down, there was only a sliver of space left in the back seat, she understood Fred's thoughtfulness.

Lamia looked at the rearview mirror reflexively, and saw Fred winking mischievously in it. The two looked at each other through the rearview mirror, and in the end, Fred was the first to look away.

After a while, Harry saw the roof of the Burrow through the car window. "We're finally here." He let out an inaudible sigh of relief.