Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Kingsley was the only one standing in front of Voldemort now, his laughter full of despair and relief.

Then he and Voldemort waved their wands together.

This is a battle between two top wizards. Although Kingsley is not as good as Dumbledore, he has quick reactions and is always very calm.

Between offense and defense, Kingsley can always make the right choice.

In particular, Voldemort seemed to have no idea at all and would only attack with all his strength. Kingsley caught the flaws exposed by Voldemort's aggression several times before collapsing, and used well-timed attacks to win himself a chance to breathe.

But this doesn't help.

Because Voldemort is too powerful now.

He waved the wand casually, making it difficult for Kingsley to stand still. Even if Kingsley tried his best to cast the spell, it could not touch Voldemort at all: even if he accurately caught every flaw, there was still a little thing in the bottle next to Voldemort. people.

Eventually, Kingsley's wand was knocked away by a spell.

He stood there and smiled bitterly.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Then Kingsley collapsed.

Voldemort turned around.

"There were seven wizards standing in front of me to stop me. How impressively brave."

He looked at Hermione and sneered: "You are still standing here, not because their bravery is really of any use."

"Just because I want to save the weakest for last."

Voldemort looked at Hermione with disdain.

But Hermione looked at him and shook her head, with no trace of fear on her face.

"I can still stand here because we are fighting together with all our strength!"

"You can only be arrogant for a while, but we will eventually win!"

Voldemort angrily interrupted Hermione: "Shut up!"

"you this……"

At that moment, Voldemort, who had just interrupted Hermione, was also interrupted.

But his announcement was interrupted not only by a terrifying bang, but also by a fist.

Voldemort felt something hit him in the face.

At that moment, the shadow of death and despair rose from Voldemort's heart and enveloped him entirely.

But just when Voldemort had given up hope, that power disappeared.

Voldemort suddenly understood what was happening.

It was the man in the bottle, who put a barrier between the fist and Voldemort before it was too late.

At that moment, Voldemort could hardly help but laugh wildly.

But he was happy too early.

The strength of the little man in the bottle was simply not enough to withstand the fist, and the barrier instantly shattered.

Despair appeared again, but this time, the disappointment after hope was even more unbearable, and Voldemort couldn't help but want to roar.

But he was too late.

The barrier appeared again.

This time, Voldemort was still overwhelmed by the emotion of surviving a desperate situation.

But once again the barrier shattered.

At this time Voldemort gave up thinking.

He just passively felt the barrier rebuilding and breaking. After a long repetition, finally, this endless hell-like torture finally ended.

Voldemort was punched and fell to the side. Half of his handsome face was swollen and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Voldemort lowered his head and spat out the blood in his mouth, then raised his head.

"Lu... Ke..."

Lu Ke smiled: "Sorry, I'm not late, I just kept waiting."

He reached out and grabbed the little man in the bottle floating in the air.

But Voldemort roared and raised his wand.

Like a giant charging, the terrifying power rushed straight towards Lu Ke.

This is almost the peak of the destructive power that wizards can create. Even Dumbledore did not have such terrifying power.

But Lu Ke did not dodge or evade, and punched from a horse step.

The terrifying forces collided, and the roaring sound echoed in the corridors.

Lu Ke was still standing where he was, but on the wall behind him, a deep circular depression had appeared.

Only Voldemort knew what happened at that moment. Lu Ke punched through Voldemort's curse, and the burst of waves created a circle, preventing the power of the curse from touching Lu Ke himself.

A flash of fear flashed through Voldemort's heart.

This was a terrifying power that he had never seen or even imagined.

It is obvious that he has now been reborn and has become an unprecedentedly powerful wizard.

It was obvious that he had just easily defeated the siege of seven Order members and was unstoppable.

Obviously he already possesses the Elder Wand and the Little Man in a Bottle, the powerful power that all wizards dream of.

But he still lost to Lu Ke.

And so powerless, so simple.

Lu Ke looked down at Voldemort and smiled: "You are very unhappy."

Voldemort reached out and pushed the man in the bottle back.

Although he did not help Voldemort defeat Lu Ke, the fact is that if the villain in the bottle hadn't taken action at the critical moment, Voldemort would have been a corpse lying on the ground with his brains bursting out.

Voldemort stood in front of Lu Ke, and a feeling similar to tragedy arose in his heart like never before.

He will not lose to Lu Ke, because a wizard cannot lose to a Muggle.

He represents a man with great strength who can wave a magic wand and create miracles, and must not lose to a savage who cannot cast spells at all and can only fight with his fists.

"Avada Kadawa!"

Lu Ke turned sideways.

He dodged the green lightning as if dodging something insignificant and slow, and then rushed in front of Voldemort in one step.

Voldemort roared and stretched out his hand, and the huge fire snake rushed towards Lu Ke like a torrent of flames.

Lu Ke could only dodge.

But he didn't retreat, he just walked around to the other side.

The little man in the bottle raised his arms, and a continuous stream of curses poured towards Lu Ke.

But Lu Ke moved freely between the spells, and he charged towards Voldemort without slowing down, even though the flaming snake had turned its head and charged towards him.

Voldemort looked at Lu Ke and waved his wand.

Green lightning appeared again, and Lu Ke could only lower his head to dodge.

Voldemort looked at Lu Ke, but there was no happy feeling of seeing hope in his heart.

But because of this, there will never be a time when Voldemort will be able to cast the killing curse as freely as he can now.

Green lightning continued continuously, lingering around Lu Ke.

But Lu Ke still charged between death. He bypassed the giant flame snake, smashed the barrier of the villain in the bottle, and then punched Voldemort in front of him.

A terrifying roar followed Lu Ke's fist. Voldemort didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he was hit, and he quickly retreated.

Then Voldemort disapparated.

Lu Ke stretched out his hand, but still failed.

He never thought that Voldemort would choose to escape so decisively.

After just a brief moment of confusion, Voldemort had disappeared.

Lu Ke couldn't help but laugh.

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