Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Pansy, you know what? As soon as I met Professor Binns, I discovered his profound inner self."

At this moment, Draco was boasting to a little witch who looked like a poodle.

"The reason his lectures are so boring is that after years of teaching, he's long lost his passion for teaching and is just doing it to get by. My praise can help him regain... what did he regain?"

He sneaked up to Lycos and asked.

"Find back the lost passion for teaching and educating..." This was the umpteenth time that Lycos reminded Draco when he forgot the words.

I don't know how Draco couldn't remember such a short paragraph.

"Ah, yes, regain the passion for teaching!" Draco smiled contentedly and continued to show off to the little witch named Pansy Parkinson next to him.

Pansy looked at Draco with admiration, thinking that he was so outstanding!

Even when it was time to eat, Draco, while chewing a piece of cheesecake, did not forget to show off to the senior students in vague words.

Lycos sat quietly a little further away, pretending not to know him, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

"But didn't you want to leave early earlier?" Theodore Nott asked curiously, "Why did you want to explore Professor Binns's inner world again?"

"That was...that was the last test!" Draco said stubbornly.

Gore, who was sitting next to him, expressed his disapproval. After swallowing a large piece of steak, he quietly moved closer to Nott.

"It must be Lycos who taught him. Draco himself is not that smart." He whispered, but still didn't realize that his voice could be heard by everyone around him.

Crabbe nodded naively and said frankly, "Draco is sometimes not as smart as I am. For example, I knew that cheesecake was not tasty."

Their original intention was to take the opportunity to show their close relationship with Draco, but they inadvertently ruined his plan.

"Crabbe! Goyle!" Draco angrily threw the cheesecake onto the plate, turned around and pounced on the two fat guys, wrestling with them.

Lycos moved his stool and sat further away.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Lycos's ears:

"Come to my office again tonight."

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes searched around, and finally locked onto the professor's seat far away.

In a seat on the right side of the auditorium, Quirrell's eyes met Lycos's.

……

Before lights out, when no one was around, Lecos hurriedly pushed open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

"Is it the Dark Lord who wants to see me?" he asked quickly.

"It's not the master's business. This is my personal matter." Quirrell smiled gently at Lycos.

"Personal matters?" Lycos's expression turned unhappy. "My main task now is to protect my identity... We shouldn't have known each other before. I can't find a reason to come to your office all day!"

"I know, of course I know." Quirrell nodded, "But don't worry, Lycos, I need your help with something very important."

"I'm just a freshman, how can I help you?" Lycos said impatiently.

He really didn't want to have anything to do with Quirrell anymore, so he wanted to delay it as long as possible.

"It's not a difficult task. You can definitely help me." Quirrell said as he poured a cup of tea for Lycos. "You should know that Slytherin has a Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow morning."

"That's right," Lycos said.

"I'm the one teaching you this lesson, but in order to hide my identity, I can't show off my real skills." Quirrell stared into Lycos' eyes.

"My goal is to make everyone treat me as a joke, to make me someone that everyone looks down upon - that way, even if I reveal any flaws, no one will suspect me."

"I don't think this is a good idea." Lycos glanced at the teacup on the table and shook his head nonchalantly. "It's not like you haven't studied at Hogwarts before, and you were even a professor of Muggle Studies..."

"Don't Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall know your true level?"

"It's okay. I'll say that I encountered some setbacks when I was training outside, so my personality changed a little." Quirrell waved his hand, signaling Lycos not to worry.

"It's normal for spellcasting skills to deteriorate due to major changes in personality."

Lycos curled his lips and didn't intend to tell him that Dumbledore had actually never taken his attention away from him from the beginning.

"It's really a simple thing. All you have to do is ask me a few questions in class."

Quirrell naturally had no idea what Lycos was thinking, so he just repeated his request.

"Once you're done with this, your immediate mission will be over. You can enjoy campus life for the next week."

……

Chapter 15 Defense Against Dark Arts Lesson

The next morning, the Slytherin freshmen had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Many young wizards have been looking forward to this for a long time.

As we all know, the Slytherin snakes' desire for the dark arts is as indispensable as the Hufflepuff badgers' love for food, the Ravenclaw eagles' pursuit of knowledge, and the Gryffindor lions' enthusiasm for breaking school rules.

Among them, Draco, who came from a Death Eater family, was influenced by his surroundings and had a stronger desire for dark magic than other young wizards.

"Lex, are we going to learn some cool black magic soon?"

"Lexus, how did you learn those dark arts?"

"Lex, what do you think Professor Quirrell will teach us about the Dark Arts?"

"..."

On the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the excitement on Draco's face never faded.

Lycos had no time for him.

He was still thinking about what he should do in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to make Quirrell get what he wanted and become a laughing stock in everyone's eyes...

Lycos had never seen such a bizarre request before, so what else could he do? Of course he would grant it!

"Lex, do you think that after I learn the dark arts, I can challenge Potter to a duel?" Even though he didn't get an answer, Draco was still talking excitedly.

"That guy actually dared not give me face, I will definitely find an opportunity to deal with him!"

When Lycos heard this, he finally glanced at Draco.

"First of all, Defense Against the Dark Arts isn't a Dark Arts class. Professor Quirrell won't teach you the Dark Arts." He directly punctured Draco's fantasy. "Secondly, I heard that this professor's teaching level is not very good."

"So, don't have too many illusions."

Lycos patted Draco on the shoulder and walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with familiarity - this classroom was adjacent to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and connected by a flight of stairs.

Therefore, having been to Quirrell's office twice, Lecos was naturally familiar with going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

……

"Hiss...what's that smell in here?"

As soon as Draco reached the second floor where the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was located, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

"It smells like rotten garlic." Gore took a deep breath and gave his own judgment very professionally.

Then he began to retch painfully.

Crabbe looked at Goyle's painful expression and laughed at him with a gloating look on his face for asking for trouble.

Then, curious as to whether the smell was really that bad, he also took a deep breath.

"It's definitely a stinky garlic smell." Crabbe nodded and gave a positive judgment.

Then he joined Goyle in retching.

Lycos: “…”

Draco: "..."

The two men spontaneously distanced themselves from the two fat guys, fearing that they would be infected with the disease called stupidity.

By the time they entered the classroom, the smell of stinky garlic was even stronger.

Everyone looked towards the source of the stench—a young wizard with a purple turban and a pale face.

When Lycos had met Quirrell alone in his office, he had not yet smelled so strongly of garlic.

However, according to the senior students who attended class yesterday, Quirrell didn't seem to have a good first day of classes, because a strange smell of decay came out from his headscarf from time to time.

Two naughty red-haired Gryffindor students even planned to take off Quirrell's hat to see what strange things were inside.

To this end, in order to cover up the strange smell emitted by Voldemort when he was parasitic on the back of his head, Quirrell carried a lot of peeled, smelly garlic on his body...

"How much garlic has this Quirrell eaten? He looks like a walking garlic spirit!" Draco complained to Lecos in a low voice.

After seeing Quirrell, his enthusiasm for Defense Against the Dark Arts was halved.

"Maybe garlic is also necessary for Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Lycos shrugged after hearing this.

"Hello... everyone."

As the school bell rang, Quirrell moved shakily out from behind the desk.

"I'm y-your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Qui-Quilinus Quirrell." He stammered as he introduced himself. "Today, I-we're going to be teaching about...the Spark Charm. The book..."

"Professor, the smell in the classroom is too strong. Can we open the window to ventilate?" Lycos suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Quirrell's speech.

The other little wizards were shocked at once, and then looked at Lycos with recognition and admiration, and some even gave him a thumbs up.

After all, it was the first time to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Even the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor looked weak and seemed easy to bully... But after all, no one knew the professor's background, so no one dared to openly challenge the professor's authority.

But Lycos was different. He came here to make Quirrell a joke, so naturally he didn't have that kind of worry.

"No...I can't open the window. I offended a vampire in Romania." Quirrell said tremblingly, "The smell of garlic is very annoying to vampires. It can...can effectively drive them away."

"Professor, can't you beat a vampire?" Lycos added another blow.

"I... I can fight him, but as a... wizard, we should learn... learn to be humble." Quirrell tried to explain, "I... can help the African prince exorc... exorcise the... zombies."

With Lycos taking the lead, the other young wizards also found that Quirrell seemed very interesting, so they began to ask questions one after another.

"Professor, how did you defeat the resurrected zombies?" asked a young wizard named Ernie MacMillan from Hufflepuff.

"I...I defeated him this way and that way," Quirrell stammered. "Ah...it's a nice day today, perfect for...classes."

The little wizards took a look at the gloomy weather and fell into deep thought at the same time.

"Professor, what's in your turban?" asked another young Hufflepuff wizard.