Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Lu Ke sighed silently.

"I'm ready."

…

In the darkness outside Hogwarts, a small orange snake with three heads and black stripes was standing in front of a dementor, making a sound like sighing or wailing from its mouth.

If there were a wizard who happened to understand the Dementors' language standing here, he would hear an extremely deadly conversation.

"I told you, you had a chance, it was a squib! A Muggle who couldn't cast a spell! The result is you useless losers with great power!"

The little snake's words were very arrogant, but it had the capital.

The Dementor standing in front of it said in a gloomy tone: "The Dementor's Kiss has been interrupted! You should explain why a Muggle who you say is unable to cast spells, a waste who is willing to be fleshed out by mermaids, can actually do it." When that happened, I clearly felt the fear surging in his heart, the real fear of death, but he was still able to punch me!"

The little snake raised its three heads in dissatisfaction: "About this, I'm afraid I can only say that I didn't expect that the oldest and most powerful one among the Dementors was actually a waste."

The Dementor let out an angry scream: "That's enough! Voldemort, I know you are good at creating fear, but you are far behind us!"

"Your plan has no chance of succeeding!"

Voldemort, the Dark Lord attached to the rune snake, was silent for a moment meaningfully, and then nodded: "Then you can give up. That Squib who punched you when you were about to kiss him, will To continue to live happily in Hogwarts... is so enviable.”

The Dementor raised his head and let out a furious scream: "I won't let him go!"

Voldemort nodded: "Satisfactory anger, then the question is, what are you going to do?"

The dementors were silent for a long time.

Then it bent down deeply and looked at the little snake on the ground: "If you make him unable to resist, I will use the Dementor's Kiss again."

The three heads of the little snake shook their heads together: "I can't cast a spell now. It is a monster that is almost immune to trauma, curses and poisons. In other words, only the Dementor's Kiss, which directly targets the soul, can treat him. Take effect."

The dementor made a weird sound like laughter: "Then why don't you use the killing curse?"

Rune Snake shook his head: "I can't cast the spell now."

The Dementor nodded.

Then it slowly rose, flew into the sky and left.

Only the small rune snake remained in place, looking up at the countless dementors flying over Hogwarts in the dark night.

"Stupidity is not a bad thing. You will have a place in my kingdom..."

Then it turned and slipped into the cracks between the boulders on the moor.

Voldemort had a plan in mind for a long time. He did not expect that Lu Ke could actually fight against the dementors, but before that, Voldemort had already been prepared.

In fact, Voldemort determined from the beginning that Lu Ke could not be killed by Dementors.

Dumbledore has always been extremely tough in protecting the students of Hogwarts, and the Dementors did not break with the Ministry of Magic and had the courage to face the pursuit.

But Lu Ke's performance was indeed beyond Voldemort's expectations, and the desire in his heart became even more intense.

"One day, I will get everything you have..."

…

The next morning, the three of them went to their first Divination class together.

Harry was distracted, thinking about the fugitive Sirius, with Hermione and Ron arguing on either side of him.

"Isn't the purpose of taking a divination class to learn to predict the future? Since we have chosen arithmetic divination, why should we take a divination class?"

As Ron spoke, he waved the arithmetic and divination textbook in his hand: "Although I can hardly understand what's in it."

Hermione shook her head: "You have forgotten what Lu Ke told Harry. Divination classes require talent, and you can always get results easily, but they are really rare. Arithmetic and divination classes require hard study and precision. Calculations rarely yield results, but the results are always reliable.”

"Is there really any clear difference between the two?"

"Since we want to know how wizards predict the future, we should study these two courses carefully."

Ron shook his head helplessly and glanced at Harry: "What do you think?"

Harry shook his head: "I still don't really believe in predicting the future..."

Hermione and Ron were both stunned for a moment.

Then Hermione laughed: "Actually, I don't really believe it either."

Ron sighed helplessly: "Okay, so actually I am the only one who believes in predicting the future... You know that the Ministry of Magic has a special office responsible for managing prophecies, right? Wizards can actually predict the future."

Hermione nodded: "We can study hard and slowly see what the truth is."

Then the three of them bumped into Malfoy, who was alone.

"Malfoy?"

Malfoy nodded: "Good morning, Hermione, Potter, and Weasley."

Ron and Harry were stunned for a moment.

Hermione nodded: "Good morning. Are you alone?"

Malfoy nodded: "Slytherins only make friends with qualified people."

Ron nodded: "Do you think there are no qualified people in Slytherin?"

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in embarrassment: "This class is for the third grade. The third grade Slytherins include Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson..."

Harry nodded. He knew all three of these people: "Your former followers were not the best."

Malfoy shook his head helplessly and angrily: "I have parted ways with them a long time ago!"

Hermione nodded: "After what happened with the basilisk last year, we have long been friends, unless you don't want to be friends with us, right, Potter, Weasley."

Ron and Harry smiled and nodded together: "You're right, Granger."

Then the three of them laughed together.

Malfoy sighed helplessly: "Okay...actually, I...never know what a friend is."

Harry was stunned for a moment: "Do you really think so?"

Malfoy shook his head: "Crabbe and Goyle have no Slytherin talents. They approached me because I was a pure-blood. I regarded them as followers, and they regarded me as an object of use. As for Pansy Pa Jin Sen...it's too early for her to like a boy."

Harry and the three of them looked at each other: "And you fell in love with her very early?"

Malfoy looked confused: "Of course I don't like her..."

Hermione frowned and glanced at Malfoy: "Then you let her be by your side. Harry was right to hate you at that time."

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