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

Ron seemed to be used to it. When he saw the twins, he cursed reflexively, "Fred and George, it's fine if you don't treat me as your brother, but I worked so hard to get to school, and you still bully me. I only have a new pair of clothes."

Ron wiped his tears as he finished speaking. A large area of ​​white liquid was splashed all over his dark robe, making it look horrible, not to mention his face. Only the area around his eyes was relatively clean.

"What are you talking about? How could we bully you?"

"That's right, we treat you as our own brother."

Fred and George echoed each other, leaving Ron stunned. "Fred, Ron doesn't think it was us, does he?"

"I guess so, George."

The two men looked at each other and made way for the tall figure, revealing Seamus Finnigan, who was carrying an empty basin behind him. He looked extremely panicked, but still forced himself to say hello, "Good evening, Ron. Um, have you had dinner yet? Maybe some mushroom soup?"

Ron wanted to curse but didn't know what to say. He just yelled irritably, "Leave it for yourself, Finnigan."

Then he ran out, and bumped into Harry and the others as he passed by them.

"What happened?" Harry looked at Fred in confusion. Fred spread his hands innocently. "Ron's having a tantrum. Maybe he thinks the mushroom soup isn't enough."

Harry didn't believe it. Ron was crying so sadly, how could it be so simple?

Lamia and Hermione followed Harry, while Luna had already returned to her Ravenclaw seat and was talking to the girls next to her.

"What's wrong, Harry? Why did Ron run away?" Hermione walked over in confusion. Ron's bump into her made Hermione feel something was wrong.

"I don't know. Fred said Ron didn't think the mushroom soup was enough." Although Harry didn't believe it, he could only say this.

Harry and Hermione discussed it and decided to go over and comfort Ron. It must be said that Ron was already very pitiful. He was bullied by the twins at home and could not escape it at school. At home he had Mrs. Weasley to help him, but at school he could only bear it.

"I'll go take a look." Lamia didn't want to stay in this noisy auditorium at all.

The room was filled with noisy students and chatting professors. It was obvious that they were all waiting for the same person - Dumbledore. As usual, he should have arrived long ago, but this time he was late, even later than them.

Lamia didn't need to think so much. Now she just had to coax Ron over there, or tie him up, whichever way would get the job done.

"Ron, what happened?"

Lamia walked a short distance outside when she saw Ron squatting on the ground sobbing. He looked very sad, and tears kept falling.

"Why is it you?" Ron didn't expect that the first person to come to him was Lamia, with whom he had little interaction, and he had spoken ill of her in front of Harry more than once.

"Why can't it be me? Go and eat. You haven't eaten anything tonight." Lamia didn't use force directly - Ron looked too pitiful.

The whole person was curled up, the dim light shone on his back, casting a shadow on the ground. His red hair dimmed a lot in the night. He turned his head to look at her with wet eyes, like a puppy who couldn't find his home.

"Lamia, you're not that annoying." Ron wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and the area around his eyes, which was already very red, became even redder, as if it were congested.

"Thank you for speaking so highly of me." Lamia smiled unexpectedly. She knew what Ron had said about her to Harry - a selfish, cold-hearted Slytherin.

Ron has never had a good impression of Slytherins. This is the first time he has shown kindness to a Slytherin. No wonder Lamia was shocked.

Ron raised his swollen eyelids and accidentally saw the white stains on his brand new clothes again. A whole bowl of cream of mushroom soup was spilled on him. Even if Merlin came, he couldn't save his clothes.

He had saved up money for a long time to buy this, just to prevent Malfoy from calling him a pauper, but it was ruined before he even wore it for a day. When Ron thought of this, he couldn't control himself and tears fell to the ground.

"Okay, Ron, it's no big deal." Lamia understood what Ron was sad about at a glance, stretched out her arm and patted Ron's back. The boy's back was so thin that it seemed like he would fall to the ground if blown.

Lamia really didn't think it was a big deal. It was just a piece of clothing. She could restore it to its original state right now.

"Clean it up." Lamia removed the stain from Ron's clothes without even pretending to take out her wand.

Ron, who was about to say that Lamia was overestimating herself, felt a tug on her clothes. When he looked down, he found that the large stain had disappeared. He tugged at his clothes in disbelief, speechless with joy.

"Lamia, you're quite impressive. You're the only Slytherin with a conscience." Ron seemed to want to thank him, but the words he said became mixed as he blushed. "No, I'm saying you're not as selfish as the Slytherins. No, that's not right."

Ron scratched his head anxiously. "Anyway, I'm sorry, Lamia, I said a lot of bad things about you before." Ron blinked sincerely.

Lamia chuckled, "Alright, I accept your apology, Ron. Go back now, everyone is waiting for you."

Ron nodded shyly, straightened his wrinkled clothes, turned and walked towards the auditorium.

But Lamia did not join him. She just stood there motionless in the open space, her eyes calm and still, like a sculpture that had stood in the long river of time.

Ron walked for a while and talked a lot during this time. He thought Lamia was listening behind him, but he didn't get any response. Then he looked back, only to find that Lamia was not behind him at all. Even when he ran back to the original place, he couldn't find any trace of Lamia.

Ron thought that he was talking too much and annoyed Lamia. He knew that Lamia hated people who talked too much.

Ron slapped his cheek in regret, "I called you so many words."

Ron had no choice but to return to the Great Hall. Dumbledore had already returned, his beard was pulled into a mess, and he was holding up the microphone and saying something.

"Ron, are you okay?" Harry put down the bacon pie in his hand and pulled a chair for Ron.

"Brother, at least wipe the grease from your mouth. I feel that pie is more important to you than me." Ron moved away from Harry with disgust. His robes were new, and Harry was so sloppy that he couldn't let him get them dirty.

Harry awkwardly took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. Hermione across from him also looked over. Both of them were very confused. Ron had changed after going out. Everyone in Gryffindor knew that he wiped the chicken legs directly on his clothes after eating.

On the other side, Lamia went straight back to her dormitory. The quiet and silent environment was still suitable for her.