Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

"Harry Potter! Hit me hard with this!"

"A legacy forged in death to protect those whose blood is in their blood!"

Voldemort strode in front of Lu Ke, his face full of ecstasy: "Now, you, a squib who knows nothing about wizards, feel the power of wizards, don't you?"

Lu Ke was speechless.

He stood in front of Voldemort with his head bowed, crumbling, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and it seemed that he might die at any time.

Even though Hufflepuff's potion was doing its best to repair the wound, Lu Ke was still not sure whether he could survive. He had five broken ribs and one lung was shattered. Lu Ke didn't know if he could survive the blood loss. Heal the wound before.

What's more, Voldemort wouldn't do nothing.

"Peter!"

Voldemort shouted coldly to the side.

Peter Pettigrew, a pudgy wizard who had lost his right arm, came over.

"Owner……"

He looked very unhappy, very timid and fearful, but with a hint of dissatisfaction underneath.

But Voldemort didn't care: "Give me your wand."

Peter Pettigrew quickly took out the wand from his arms and handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort reached out and took it, then glanced down dissatisfied.

"Ah... a despicable man, a wand lacking in talent."

Peter Pettigrew lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

"But it's enough to deal with you."

Voldemort turned and looked at Lu Ke: "Let me think about it, should I aim at your head or your heart?"

He had a cruel smile on his face, as if he was looking for a suitable place to strike on Lu Ke.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot. If I don't aim at the heart or head, I will leave a wound on you that will take a year to heal. Why is there no bandage on your right hand?"

Lu Ke did not answer, and he could not answer this question.

Voldemort smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, it's normal for you to find it difficult to move around with a bandage."

"Ah..."

Voldemort raised his wand, but seeing Lu Ke motionless and unresponsive, he put away the half-released killing curse.

"At times like this, shouldn't you fight back without hesitation?"

"It seems that your fate has ended today."

"Goodbye, the most powerful squib ever."

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Lu Ke's head: "Avada Kadava!"

But the moment the green lightning flashed, Lu Ke raised his right hand and grabbed the death curse in the air.

"My destiny..."

Blood splattered from Lu Ke's mouth as he spoke: "It's always only in my hands."

Voldemort laughed crazily: "Ah, that's amazing, how long have you been preparing for this line?"

"Ten days? A month? Half a year?"

"Don't tell me it's a year."

Voldemort smiled and looked at Peter Pettigrew, who smiled helplessly to satisfy his master's interest.

Then Voldemort raised his wand and said, "Avada Kadava!"

"Avada Kadawa!"

"Avada Kadawa!"

Death curses rushed towards Lu Ke like lightning, but he stood there and stretched out his hand, holding all the green lightning in his hands.

"amazing……"

Voldemort stood there, slowly put down his wand, looked at Lu Ke and let out a long sigh.

"Peter, give me your hand."

Peter Pettigrew stretched out his half-broken right arm with a look of surprise on his face: "Thank you...Master..."

Voldemort shook his head dissatisfied: "Another one."

Peter Pettigrew trembled, then lowered his head and raised his good left arm.

Voldemort grabbed Peter Pettigrew's arm with one hand and placed the tip of his wand on a black tattoo on it with one hand.

It was a very black pattern, with a snake crawling out of the skull's mouth.

Then Peter Pettigrew let out a scream of agony.

Voldemort seemed to have finished what he was about to do, letting go of Peter Pettigrew, then turned around with his wand in hand, looking at the sky.

At this time, Lu Ke was still standing there with his head bowed, and the blood in his mouth and nose still did not stop.

However, the rational Voldemort still did not feel the need to waste time and do it himself again and again.

He wanted to summon his servants and use the death of a man who had defeated him to announce the return of the invincible Dark Lord.

Not long after, black mist flew from the sky. It was like a shadow that did not exist in the dark night sky, and then fell into the surrounding shadows, dead trees, and behind tombstones. There was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other everywhere.

Then the men in black walked together in front of Voldemort.

"Welcome, my followers, you come to see me again after thirteen long years, as if nothing happened during these thirteen years."

There was something in Voldemort's words, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone and eyes.

But he did nothing.

Voldemort stretched out his hand towards Peter Pettigrew: "Peter, my servant, come here."

Peter Pettigrew tremblingly walked up to Voldemort.

Then Voldemort raised his wand.

A silver object like liquid metal twisted and expanded on the wound of Peter Pettigrew's broken arm, and finally turned into a silver arm.

"This is your reward for being loyal to me."

When Voldemort said this, his eyes were looking at the people in black robes around him.

"What are you afraid of hiding behind the mask?"

The men in black robes around them: of course they were Death Eaters, began to take off the masks on their faces and the hoods on their heads.

"I don't blame you for your fear, but if anyone doubts that I am still...Voldemort, then you can see now what will happen to this Squib."

Voldemort looked at Lu Ke casually.

The surrounding Death Eaters were agitated, and finally, someone couldn't help but raised his wand: "For Voldemort!"

Countless spells flew towards Lu Ke like lightning.

At that moment, Voldemort smiled.

Everything is planned.

In the end, these evil Death Eaters chose to be loyal to Voldemort, their eternal master.

Moreover, they thought it was their choice.

But that's not the case.

Voldemort used a very subtle arrangement: two sides with strong contrast.

One is a man who has just been rewarded for his loyalty.

One is a victim who is doomed to a tragic fate because he chooses to fight.

There is greed on one side and fear on the other. The combined power of the two makes no one able to fight against it.

And these Death Eaters, who might have been wizards who escaped Voldemort's control, once again became his most loyal lackeys.

This was what Voldemort wanted, and once again, he succeeded.

Everything is planned.

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