Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Lu Ke slowly walked out from behind the shadow.

Isabella Strange looked at him, a complex expression of anger and fear flashed across her face.

Despite this, even in the eyes of anyone, Isabella Strange's face at this time has a unique charm, and even because of the sense of danger, it makes people have an urge to risk their lives.

Of course, Lu Ke's heart is as solid as stone.

"Where is your master?"

Isabella Strange shook her head: "I am enough to deal with you."

Lu Ke smiled: "That's true..."

In fact, the threat level of Bellatrix Lestrange, that is, Isabella Strange, in his heart is indeed higher than that of Voldemort.

For Lu Ke, the power gap between Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange was nothing, but the latter's fighting talent was very deadly.

Isabella Strange raised her wand to Lu Ke: "I..."

At that moment, Lu Ke raised his right hand.

Then at this moment, something happened that shocked everyone to the point of going crazy.

There was cold cruelty in Lu Ke's eyes.

He didn't know where Voldemort was, he didn't know if all this was a trap, but it didn't matter.

If Lu Ke really destroyed this bait, Voldemort might not be able to accept it easily.

And Isabella Strange seemed to see her fate in an instant and understood what was going to happen next.

That was her gift beyond all others, but it was the last time.

A spherical flask appeared out of thin air, and a handsome young man composed of pure silver light raised his right hand towards Isabella Strange.

"All petrified!"

Isabella Strange seemed to see everything in her life at this moment.

"Owner……"

Then the man in the bottle waved.

"Shattered to pieces!"

Isabella Strange fell backwards.

She was like a shattered statue, completely broken.

Bellatrix Lestrange, completely defeated and dead.

Lu Ke stood there, motionless and silent.

He was waiting, watching.

Voldemort must know everything that happened here, and he should be very excited right now.

But to Lu Ke's surprise, he didn't feel Voldemort's presence at all.

There were only two possibilities, or Voldemort was not nearby at all.

Or that Voldemort was unfazed by Isabella Strange's death.

Lu Ke felt that the latter was impossible.

He sighed in disappointment.

Then Lu Ke raised his right hand, and the little man in the bottle disappeared.

Looking down at the powder on the ground, Lu Ke walked towards where Harry and the others were.

At this time, Harry and the others had just realized what had happened.

Looking at Lu Ke walking over, everyone instinctively took a step back.

Finally, Harry couldn't help but ask: "What is that?"

Lu Ke raised his head and glanced to the right: "The little man in the bottle."

As he said that, the spherical flask appeared again.

A trace of admiration and slow disbelief flashed across Hermione's face: "That's..."

Lu Ke nodded: "Don't worry."

With that said, the little man in the bottle disappeared again.

Harry glanced at Hermione with some confusion: "What is the little man in the bottle?"

Lu Ke just smiled and didn't answer. He walked directly towards the armor behind Harry and the others.

Hermione glanced at Lu Ke fearfully, and then began to explain.

"The little man in the bottle is an artificial elf, a pure and powerful soul, born with all knowledge and the ability to cast all spells, whether they exist or not..."

Hermione shook her head: "In alchemy, it is something more powerful than the Sorcerer's Stone. I always thought that there could be no man in a bottle in the world..."

Lu Ke listened to Hermione's explanation and looked at the armor in front of him casually.

This is a common pair of full-body armor that looks like a knight. It holds the spear that can slay dragons in a standard attacking posture like a real knight.

Lu Ke stretched out his hand.

But at that moment, Lu Ke felt the flow of the curse.

A trace of golden light spreads on the spear like flowing water.

A sound like the buzzing of gold and iron sounded.

At that moment, Harry and everyone felt like a tide suddenly rushed behind them.

They were pushed across the hall by a force and stopped at the foot of the wall on the other side.

Harry scrambled up from the ground and turned around.

He saw a scene he would never forget.

A huge black dragon occupies the center of the hall.

It was such a huge black dragon. It propped up its body and relied on its wing claws to support it. The sharp claws on the tips of its wings were like iron spears piercing the floor. Its wings were as if they were made of steel. Its body was as tall as a lonely black mountain.

Its eyes were blood red, and it was tilting its head, as if trying to use one eye to see clearly what was in front of it.

At the feet of the black dragon, blood spread like running water between the fragments of the crystal ball, and the water sounded like a spring.

The source of all this blood is a wound on the black dragon's back.

It was a shocking, bloody hole.

"Lu Ke..."

Voldemort's voice came from the other side of the black dragon.

"You do have abilities that surprise me, but have you really never thought that one of the countless complicated spells on that armor can directly activate the spear?"

Harry was very surprised, because in his ears, Voldemort's tone only contained the pride of successful plan, without any trace of hatred.

"Or... did you choose to take an attack that could have been avoided for the sake of the Hogwarts students behind you?"

Naturally, the black dragon couldn't answer. It just turned its head slowly.

Then with a long, low groan, the dragon spread its wings.

It was like a heavy rain.

The sharp claws on the tips of the huge black wings carved eight long deep grooves on the ground. The wings swept the wooden frame and the crystal ball on it to the ground, and countless crystal balls shattered at the same time.

It was like two ocean waves that separated to both sides.

Then the dragon crashed to the ground.

It was already unable to flap its wings, but now it was almost dying, and the wound finally made it completely unable to move.

Harry rushed towards the black dragon: "Lu Ke!"

"Can you change back?"

He looked blankly left and right, then shouted to Hermione, "Can you treat wounds?"

Hermione shook her head: "He no longer has the power to change back..."

"And the fire dragon has stronger vitality..."

What Hermione didn't say was that unless the black dragon managed to recover from such a wound, Lu Ke would die here.

The black dragon slumped to the ground, its long neck falling to the ground, and its head right in front of Voldemort.

"How sad."

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