Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

On a piece of broken crystal ball fragments, under the scattered wooden frame fragments, the blood that the huge fire dragon once shed was only a small pool of human blood, and the sounds of chaotic footsteps passed over it.

Sirius Black rushed to Harry, Mr. Weasley rushed to Ginny, and Professor McGonagall stood in front of all the Hogwarts students with dignity.

"You should review hard in school now and prepare for the exam!"

No one dared to raise their head to face Professor McGonagall, and everyone avoided her gaze.

Only Hermione spoke cautiously: "Actually, Professor... we looked for you before, but you weren't here..."

Professor McGonagall gave Hermione a stern look, but finally changed the subject: "Okay, you must follow me in an orderly manner now. It's time for us to go back to school."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In harmony, Moody walked behind Lu Ke: "Are you really not going to chase Voldemort?"

Lu Ke nodded: "Another person has gone for us."

A gloomy look flashed across Moody's face: "Are you going to leave him alone?"

Lu Ke turned around and glanced at Harry, who was standing next to Hermione: "He has only one weakness. It is the greatest help for us to keep an eye on Harry here."

Moody remained motionless, but his evil eye turned to look at Harry.

"If you become like Dumbledore in the future, I will put these fake eyes into your eye sockets."

Lu Ke smiled helplessly: "Don't scare me..."

Moody didn't seem to be joking: "You swear."

Lu Ke just shook his head in silence.

Just then, a group of Aurors rushed in.

Of course they knew that the Minister of Magic had just died violently, they also knew that the Department of Mysteries' Hall of Prophecy had been invaded, and they also knew who was the person who shattered at least half of the crystal ball: eighty percent in fact.

"Lu Ke! You are under arrest! According to the martial law decree of the Ministry of Magic, you will be sent to Azkaban now. Put down your wand immediately!"

Lu Ke took a step forward with a smile: "I let it go."

"Are you really going to send me to Azkaban?"

The leader was Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office. He glanced at Lu Ke and then fell silent.

Scrimgeour is not ignorant of his position: he is very tough on Aurors, and the reason why he is still the Auror Director is because Isabella Strange originally planned to put him together with most of the current Aurors. Replace it.

Of course Isabella Strange had an accident and could no longer do this.

Although I don’t know why the Ministry of Magic’s monitoring of the personal safety of the Minister of Magic did not give a clear name of a mortal, Scrimgeour certainly knows that this has something to do with Lu Ke.

So actually, Lu Ke saved him once.

Scrimgeour fell into a pregnant silence.

At this moment, another group of wizards rushed in.

They were the people in the Department of Mysteries and other miscellaneous offices who knew that the Ministry of Magic had been invaded, and who had the courage and willingness to fight.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

The main trouble is that no one here is willing to admit to someone who can speak for them.

Isabella Strange's followers wanted blood for their debt.

The staff of the Department of Mysteries want the wizard who destroyed the orb to stand trial.

And more Ministry of Magic staff were confused.

They wondered whether the death of Isabella Strange herself would mark the end of Death Eater control of the Ministry of Magic.

On the other hand, the people on the other side were very cold.

Lu Keman didn't care. Professor McGonagall and the students at Hogwarts stayed out of the matter, while the rest of the Order of the Phoenix looked on with cold eyes.

Of course, everyone wanted to say something for Lu Ke, but he secretly stopped him: the little man in the bottle had a magic spell that could whisper.

If you stand up now, you will easily become the target of public criticism.

For a moment, the chaos seemed to continue.

…

Meanwhile, Voldemort stopped in the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic.

He sensed the approach of an acquaintance.

"Dumbledore..."

With a flash of fire, Dumbledore appeared in front of Voldemort.

"Tom..."

Voldemort laughed.

In this short half-day, he experienced an unprecedented and complete failure.

Isabella Strange is dead and the Ministry of Magic is gone.

The most loyal core Death Eaters have gone out of ten, with only a few remaining, and their ability and loyalty are worrying.

The little man in the bottle is close at hand but far away.

But there is hope.

There is one last glimmer of hope.

Voldemort wanted to bring his most dangerous enemy to a complete collapse and then rebuild his own cause of terror.

"Did you ever tell Harry about the prophecy?"

Dumbledore had already raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, but after hearing these words, the spell in his hand did not move.

"So...you've seen the prophecy, Tom..."

Voldemort smiled and nodded: "What a sad fate. A child... has to bear a fate that does not belong to him."

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

He was speechless.

Dumbledore had been thinking about this issue since Harry started school.

Every time an important event happened after that, Dumbledore would think about it again.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore with no intention of taking action.

"Then based on the facts that everyone knows, let's see what choices you can make..."

Voldemort had a malicious smile on his face: "Train Harry Potter into a strong warrior and protect him until he is strong enough to face his fate."

"You did a great job, Dumbledore. Strictly speaking, you are extremely good. A wizard of this age has not even graduated from Hogwarts, and Harry Potter can already fight my Death Eaters."

"In about thirty years, he will be able to beat me, which is gratifying."

Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort: "Sorry, Tom... I didn't expect to wait so long."

Voldemort nodded: "Then there is another path. I believe that fate is not absolute... Oh, of course, you also have a powerful weapon, Lu Ke..."

"Did you know he created the Man in a Bottle not long ago?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "As an alchemist, I am very happy."

Voldemort also laughed: "But he was just pierced through the chest with a spear and almost died."

A trace of gloom flashed across Dumbledore's face: "He is still alive..."

Voldemort nodded: "Just stay alive."

Then he watched Dumbledore burst into laughter.

"You are alive too, Dumbledore. Do you think it is good to live like this?"

Dumbledore raised his wand.

Voldemort showed no reaction.

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