American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

After a brief farewell, Harry Potter and Ron hurriedly left.

Hermione's expression turned serious after they left, even though she had been laughing and joking and seemed carefree.

But she was still very concerned about Voldemort's plot.

"Darling, do you have a way to uncover Voldemort's plot?"

Seeing Hermione still agonizing over it, Harvey shook his head and said indifferently:

"You know, I've always believed in a truth: as long as you're strong enough, no conspiracy can hide from you."

Hermione said with a compassionate expression, "I'm not worried that Voldemort's plot will succeed; I'm only worried that innocent wizards in the wizarding world will be affected by it."

A saintly heart is not worth it!

Harvey frowned and said, "If you like to do good deeds, then you should pity the refugees in the war-torn Middle East!"

"Compared to the refugees who go hungry every day, the wizards who possess magic already live a much better life."

Hermione stammered, "I don't like to do good deeds, I'm just worried that my parents will be affected."

Filial piety is a basic quality of being a good person. Harvey considered it for a moment and then offered his suggestion:

"Then why don't you let your parents move to the New World to avoid trouble, and let them come back after Voldemort is dealt with?"

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she excitedly kissed Harvey on the cheek.

"That's a great idea!"

Harvey seized the opportunity to pull the beauty who had come closer into his arms, and mischievously placed his hand on her lower abdomen, feeling the soft, fleshy flesh.

"Tsk tsk, honey, you seem to have gained a little weight recently?"

"How could that be? Where am I fat?" Hermione, who always loves beauty and pays attention to her figure, was furious when she heard this and gave him an elbow strike.

"Okay, darling, I was wrong. You're not fat, you feel even better when you're plump." Harvey said dismissively, while stroking down her lower abdomen...

Soon, a pair of cotton strawberry-print panties was thrown to the ground...

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late at night.

King's Cross Station, London.

At Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Death Eaters from all over the world knelt on the ground, looking at their master with fanatical eyes.

Voldemort wore a black robe, and his pale skin had a strange, snake-scale-like texture.

He stood before his men, slowly raising his head.

He revealed a cold and ruthless face.

He raised his hands and said in a deep, seductive voice:

"Today, we will wash the magical world in blood, kill all Mudbloods and those who dare to resist, rebuild the glory of purebloods, and usher in a world that belongs only to us."

"Go, children, fight to the death so that pure-blood wizards may be great again!!!"

The Death Eaters were greatly encouraged and shouted in unison, "Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Immediately afterwards, in a somber atmosphere...

One by one, the Death Eaters, with resolute expressions and cold eyes, boarded the steam train bound for Hogwarts in an orderly fashion.

Some of the Death Eaters even used Apparition to disappear from their original positions.

After all his men had set off, Voldemort, who was still standing in the same spot, suddenly let out a strange laugh.

"Hehehe, since the plan has been leaked, let's launch the attack ahead of schedule!"

"No one can stop me from ruling the world. Not Dumbledore, and certainly not that womanizing brat!"

Just then, a mocking voice suddenly came from the side.

"Idiot! Even though our plan has a high chance of success, opening champagne at halftime is just too stupid!"

The dissenting voices beside him quickly restored Voldemort's composure, and he glanced disdainfully at a mysterious figure in black robes hidden in the dim corner on the right.

"Hmph, enough nonsense, why haven't you acted according to plan yet?"

At the same time, another mysterious figure in black robes stepped forward and appeared in the dimly lit corner on the left.

"You're laughing so happily before the great cause is even accomplished? Young people just can't keep their composure!"

The dim light from the magic lamps on the platform wall shone on the faces of two mysterious figures in black robes.

If outsiders were present, they would be shocked to discover that the two mysterious figures looked almost identical.

One is relatively younger, while the other is more mature.

Voldemort, standing in the center, has the most youthful appearance, only about 16 years old.

At this moment, he was very unhappy with the mockery of the other two, but for the sake of the greater cause, he had to suppress his murderous intent.

From the corner on the right, the 17-year-old Voldemort said coldly, "As agreed, I have obtained Harry Potter's blood."

"The bones of the father, the flesh of the servant, the blood of the enemy—the ritual materials are all ready."

"Once the first step of the plan succeeds, we'll start working on reviving the next version of myself."

The 20-year-old Voldemort said in a chilling tone, "I hope the next me who's resurrected will be smarter. I've had enough of you two idiots!"

Chapter 87 The Attack on Hogwarts

Sixteen-year-old Voldemort gripped his wand tightly and glared fiercely at the two guys who dared to mock him.

Although he desperately wanted to kill them with the Killing Curse, for the sake of the plan, he coldly left behind the words, "Proceed according to plan!" and turned to walk into the darkness.

The other two mysterious figures exchanged a glance, took a step back in unison, and gradually disappeared, as if merging into the darkness.

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at the same time.

Half past two in the morning.

Under a sky full of stars, Hogwarts Castle, which has stood for over a thousand years, is very quiet in the Scottish Highlands.

The young wizards were still fast asleep in their dormitories.

The strict professors have also disappeared.

Only Dumbledore, with his gray hair, sat somewhat lonely in his office, gently stroking Fawkes.

Fawkes is one of the few remaining phoenixes in the wizarding world and is also Dumbledore's beloved pet.

At this moment, it was lowering its head and patiently preening the colorful feathers on its wings with its sharp beak.

Only when he sensed the approaching darkness and its growing danger did Fox raise his noble head, a hint of human concern flashing in his intelligent eyes.

“Don’t worry, Fox, I’ve been expecting this day, haven’t I?” Dumbledore reassured him.

Upon hearing this, Fox lowered his head and continued preening his feathers, as if the worry in his eyes just now was just an illusion.

"Go, tell Harvey that I no longer need honor. Let the honor of ending Voldemort's reign be given to that outstanding junior."

Fox paused its preening, gently flapped its wings, and its long, colorful tail feathers split like a fish.

It flew straight out of the window, leaving a trail of light and shadow in the night sky as beautiful as a rainbow.

After Fox flew away.

Dumbledore sighed softly, gazing out the window where colorful magical light illuminated half the sky.

He seemed to already foresee the fate of these uninvited guests.

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Hogsmeade village.

A dazzling rainbow streaked across the starry sky.

Harvey was sleeping soundly with Hermione in his arms when a small hole was suddenly pecked in the window, and the cold winter wind blew into the warm, spring-like bedroom through the hole.

Hermione, covered only by a thin blanket, felt goosebumps rise on her long, swan-like neck. She mumbled something unconsciously and snuggled closer to Harvey.

Harvey noticed the strange change in room temperature and opened his eyes to look out the window.

"what's the situation?"

"Wow—"

The unique, penetrating, and resonant cry of the phoenix quickly brought Harvey back to his senses.

"problem occurs?"

"Honey, wake up!"

Harvey gently woke up the know-it-all girl in his arms.

Hermione opened her eyes in confusion and rolled her eyes at someone in dissatisfaction.

"Stop fooling around, Qiu Zhang will keep you company tomorrow."

Harvey was speechless; he had completely ruined this girl.

"Fox is outside the window; something must have happened at the school."

"Who is Fawkes?" Hermione muttered to herself, half-asleep.

Until a thought slowly rose in my dull mind.

"My God, Professor Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes has arrived?"

Hermione's pupils dilated, and she quickly looked out the window.

Through the small hole it had pecked open, one could vaguely see Fox's feathers, which shone with a dazzling light.

The two quickly got out of bed.

"Ugh! My bra's been ripped again..."

Hermione looked helplessly at the mess of stocking fragments on the floor, grumbling as she opened the closet and took out new clothes.

"Stop talking nonsense, how can I tear it apart if you don't cooperate?" Harvey retorted irritably.