Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Harry looked at Hermione with a determined look on his face: "Only when we finally defeat Voldemort can everyone be safe."

Hermione looked at Harry and was silent for a moment: "We must destroy all Horcruxes."

Harry nodded: "The sooner the better."

…

Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort sat alone in the dark room, looking at the man in the bottle next to him.

"So, it doesn't matter if you don't have the flask?"

The little man in the bottle nodded: "Those are just things needed for my birth. The reason why I don't throw them away is for purity."

Voldemort laughed.

Now the little man in the bottle has nothing to do with purity.

He is Voldemort's Horcrux, which means he is Voldemort himself.

"We failed."

Voldemort seemed to be talking to the little man in the bottle, or to himself.

"I lost my wand, and a wizard... will only have one wand that matches his soul in his life, and I have not experienced a rebirth like getting help from the Rune Snake..."

Voldemort let out a long sigh: "I will never be able to experience this again..."

The little man in the bottle looked at Voldemort and said expressionlessly: "I know nothing about wands. That knowledge does not belong to the nature of the world."

Voldemort smiled: "Always keep your eyes high, huh?"

He shook his head: "Ollivander is always the best wandmaker. There are indeed wands in the world that don't require special selection... and they are exceptionally powerful."

Voldemort raised his right hand, then looked at it and made a fist.

"Do you think this could be a trap?"

The man in the bottle shook his head.

Voldemort smiled: "It doesn't matter."

He stood up and raised his arms.

The giant python Nagini and the rune snake swam slowly on either side of him, following their master out of the dark room.

The four Voldemorts walked into the meeting room together.

All the Death Eaters are already waiting here.

"You don't look well, Severus..."

Snape sat expressionlessly on the seat to Voldemort's left.

"I've recovered."

Voldemort smiled and nodded: "The potion master always gets useful things, just like the potion that healed my internal injuries."

As he spoke, he sat down in his own seat.

"Today, we are gathered here to welcome new partners."

Voldemort spread his arms, and a dozen wizards on the far side of the table stood up.

"The staff of the Ministry of Magic finally saw clearly Scrimgeour's hypocritical nature and decided to join our glorious cause."

Voldemort smiled extremely happily, like an old father looking at his children.

"Ah... it's really touching. Anyway, in order to prove you, I now have an excellent task for you."

The new Death Eaters who had just stood up quickly bowed to Voldemort.

"Kill Scrimgeour and take back the Ministry of Magic for me!"

…

After a short and long, breathless preparation, Bill and Fleur's wedding began.

The day before the wedding, Ron finally waited for Kathleen.

When he looked at Kathleen, it was as if he was confessing his love for the first time.

But Kathleen rushed into Ron's arms without hesitation.

Ron seemed to have completely lost the ability to speak for the whole day after that.

Harry and Hermione tacitly chose to disappear from Ron's side, and they followed Mrs. Weasley together, running around, or mostly just acting as background to calm Mrs. Weasley down.

After all, Bill was about to marry Fleur, and these were tough times.

However, the three Harrys did not expect that Scrimgeour would suddenly appear the day before the wedding.

"The Minister is here to announce Dumbledore's will."

Mr. Weasley followed Scrimgeour, obviously unaware of the arrangement and looking a little surprised.

And just when Scrimgeour asked to be alone with Harry, Lu Ke came back.

"Dumbledore should have said that I must be present when the will is announced."

Scrimgeour glanced at Lu Ke, then nodded stiffly: "But..."

Lu Ke shook his head: "I am the person responsible for the execution of Dumbledore's will, and I remember he said that the will will be handed over to Professor McGonagall for announcement..."

Scrimgeour nodded: "But there is a law that stipulates that the Ministry of Magic has the power to inspect all inheritance. As for Professor McGonagall, she is busy recently."

Lu Ke smiled: "Then let's start now."

A flash of anger flashed across Scrimgeour's face.

"I need an empty room."

Mrs. Weasley turned around to find her room, but Luke shook his head.

"The wedding is tomorrow and there are no empty rooms here."

Scrimgeour looked both ways: "Then please, leave."

Mrs. Weasley quickly pushed Mr. Weasley out of the room.

Lu Ke stood between Scrimgeour and Harry and glanced sideways at Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour turned a blind eye to this and began to announce his will.

"I'm handing the Deluminator to Ron Weasley."

Ron was stunned for a moment.

He was surprised enough when Scrimgeour asked him to stay here, but he didn't expect that Dumbledore's will was really related to him.

Scrimgeour obviously still had a lot of questions, but he looked at Lu Ke, who had no intention of leaving, and put away his questions.

"I give Hermione Granger the Tales of Beedle the Bard."

Scrimgeour said as he handed Hermione a storybook that already looked very historical.

Hermione took it with a confused look on her face.

Finally, Scrimgeour produced a Snitch: "I gave Harry Potter the Snitch he caught during his first game."

Harry took the Snitch, a look of sadness flashing across his face.

Scrimgeour glanced at Lu Ke with an unkind expression: "Besides..."

The three Harrys looked at Scrimgeour with puzzled faces.

Because they didn't see any other relics.

"I hand over the Sword of Gryffindor to Harry Potter."

Lu Ke sneered: "Where is the sword?"

Scrimgeour shook his head: "Gryffindor's sword is a precious historical heritage. It does not belong to any wizard, even if Dumbledore is the principal of Hogwarts."

"And now he isn't either."

Lu Ke nodded: "Where is Gryffindor's sword now?"

Scrimgeour looked up at Lu Ke and was silent for a moment.

"You have no right to ask."

Lu Ke smiled: "Then you can go, Mr. Minister."

Harry stood up: "Why doesn't he give us Gryffindor's sword?"

Scrimgeour, who had turned to leave, turned angrily.

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