Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Harry nodded thoughtfully: "But he has always given us the power to solve problems. Until now, all choices have been made by me."

Ron shook his head: "I don't want to be arranged like this by Dumbledore when facing Death Eaters, remember? We even bumped into a mysterious man once..."

Lupine and Sirius Black both looked curious, so Harry had to start describing how he had faced Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, in his first year.

Everyone was either stuck in memories or attracted by the story, except Lu Ke who watched coldly.

He was surprised to see Fudge.

The minister, who had just enjoyed his defeat, walked up to the second floor with his confidant: Pink Tank Umbridge with a dejected look on his face.

Obviously, Fudge can enjoy private room treatment at the Leaky Cauldron.

Lu Ke couldn't help but smile. The more the Minister of Magic seemed to feel the pressure, the more he trusted Umbridge. This short, fat lady with a pink girl voice at least knew how to please her boss, and she had a much better life than Mr. Weasley. .

Of course, she was indeed very capable, and Lu Ke couldn't do anything to her.

The few people stayed together until it was time to go to work in the afternoon. Mr. Weasley left with a smile, and then the others also left the Leaky Cauldron.

Outside the bar, Sirius Black separated from everyone.

Lupine would go with him back to the Black family's old home, and after everything was finally over, Sirius Black would start a new life of freedom.

Although Harry was very reluctant to leave, Sirius Black promised him that they could see each other more often during the summer vacation, and they finally waved goodbye.

Then it was time for them to return to Hogwarts.

Instead of apparating this time, they both used a portkey that Hagrid had on him.

After a moment of distortion, everyone returned to the front of Hogwarts.

Hagrid opened the door and everyone walked in together.

They separated at the gate of the castle. Hagrid wanted to go back to his cabin, Harry and the three of them went back to the Gryffindor common room, and Luke wanted to go back to the Slytherin common room.

Although Madam Pomfrey was very reluctant, the wound on Lu Ke's right arm was indeed beyond healing, and all that was left was for him to wait patiently.

But Lu Ke did not go to the Slytherin common room, but went to the hall.

There he saw Johanna sitting at the Slytherin table.

"I've received the news."

Johanna glanced at Lu Ke and said, "You should really change your name to Lu Ke, The Three-Inch Tongue."

Lu Ke smiled and sat next to her: "Actually, if Dumbledore takes you there, the result will be the same."

Johanna smiled and shook her head: "No, there is a curse inside the Wizengamot that limits my abilities. It was set up by one of my ancestors a long time ago."

Lu Ke was stunned for a moment. According to this, the power of the Ministry of Magic was indeed stronger than he had always thought.

"There are only two days until summer vacation, and this school year can be considered a successful end."

Lu Ke took a long breath: "But I always feel like I have forgotten something important."

Johanna smiled: "Are you talking about the arrangement for Malfoy to become a real Slytherin?"

Lu Ke shook his head: "Maybe."

…

When Johanna spoke of Malfoy, Malfoy was not in the Great Hall or in the Slytherin common room.

He was enjoying his leisurely summer time outside the castle, while waiting impatiently for Hermione to return.

This is where Malfoy determined Hermione's favorite place after a long period of observation.

Even Harry and Ron didn't know that Malfoy had seen Hermione hiding here alone at least three or four times.

It wasn't until dinner time that Hermione showed up.

But to Malfoy's expectation, Harry and Ron also followed.

"Draco?"

Among the three Harrys, Hermione and Malfoy still have the best relationship, but they just experienced an extremely tense incident this morning, and now the three of them don't want to see anyone else.

Malfoy glanced at Harry and Ron, hesitated, and then nodded: "I have something to tell you, Hermione."

Hermione was stunned for a moment: "Go ahead."

Malfoy took a deep breath.

"I like you."

Harry and the three of them were in shock.

Hermione shook her head: "What are you talking about, Draco?"

Malfoy nodded seriously: "That's what you heard, I like you, I think we have been together so many times this year..."

Hermione shook her head helplessly, then glanced at Ron and Harry.

The two Gryffindors had nothing but surprise on their faces.

Hermione sighed silently: "I appreciate your willingness to accompany me, but I'm sorry, Draco."

Malfoy shook his head: "Are all the things we said together false? It's just the two of us!"

Ron glanced at Hermione, then whispered into Harry's ear: "When did Hermione leave us?"

Harry shook his head blankly.

Hermione shook her head: "Sorry Malfoy, I don't have feelings for you."

Malfoy stayed where he was for a long time.

Hermione shook her head and turned to leave.

Ron and Harry quickly followed.

Ron hesitated for a moment, and before leaving, he comforted Malfoy: "Don't mind Draco, Hermione likes reading books more than any wizard."

But Malfoy didn't believe this.

He sat there blankly, leaning against the stone pillars in the corridor, looking up at the sky.

Although it was a summer afternoon, Malfoy's heart was cold.

Although it was a summer afternoon, Malfoy's heart was dark.

He couldn't see hope or warmth. In this cold world, Malfoy could only look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, letting sadness flow back into a river.

By the way, I also wanted to write a poem to commemorate the love that died before he was born.

Malfoy spent a long time reminiscing about all the moments he had spent with Hermione, indulging in them, until late into the night.

Then under the sunset, Malfoy made up his mind.

He wanted to win Hermione back.

Malfoy thought of Luke.

The squib who was once looked down upon by everyone, including Malfoy himself, gained the respect of the entire Slytherin with his hands, and became the leader recognized by pure bloods. Then Malfoy, a naturally noble pure blood, can naturally easily To change the way a witch like Hermione Granger viewed him.

Malfoy thought for a moment, and then as if he was suddenly struck by lightning, he understood something.

"Harry Potter..."

This is probably the key to the problem.

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