Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

In the center of the long table sat a huge, gray, tombstone-shaped cake with the following words spelled out in tarry icing:

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington died on 1492 October 10.

"Can you taste it if you walk straight through like this?"

Not far away from Lycos and Cassandra, Harry watched the fat ghost eating and couldn't help but ask him.

"That's about right." The fat ghost looked a little sad.

"But from the look on your face just now, I thought you were enjoying it," Ron interrupted.

"It's good to be able to taste something. It's better than not feeling anything at all." The fat ghost sighed and patted his round belly helplessly. "Only food with strong flavors like this can make me feel that I still have a sense of taste."

"That sounds pretty tragic." Lycos also came over and looked at the fat ghost curiously. "So where does this moldy food come from? Is there someone who specially prepares it?"

"I don't know either. Usually these things are handled by the Fat Friar..." the fat ghost muttered, "Oh, by the way, my name is Edmund Grubb, and I was a Hufflepuff in my lifetime."

"Hmm...we can see that." Harry and Ron nodded at the same time.

Even after death, he was still obsessed with eating, which was in line with the stereotype of Hufflepuff badgers held by young wizards.

While Lycos and his companions were talking to the fat ghost named Edmund Grubb, another equally fat ghost floated over.

He was wearing the uniform of a church clergyman and had a very amiable expression on his face.

"Lycos, I haven't seen you for a while." He waved to Lycos, "And you guys, it's rare to see so many living people at the ghost banquet."

"Nice to see you again, monk." Lycos smiled and waved.

The other little wizards also greeted the fat monk.

As a good guy among ghosts, the fat friar has always been very popular in Hogwarts.

However, Lycos looked at the two fat ghosts, one big and one small, standing together, and felt that the current scene was inexplicably funny...

"Hey, Edmund, you little fat boy are here too." The fat monk also noticed the fat ghost next to him who was a size smaller than himself, and patted Grubb's belly happily.

Then he began to introduce Grubb's "legendary deeds" to those present.

"You don't know, this fat little Edmund is quite interesting!" The fat monk said cheerfully, "He was quite young when he died, and only became a ghost a few decades ago... He was only fourteen or fifteen years old at the time."

He looked at the fat Grubb.

"Tell everyone, how did you die... It seems like you ate something wrong, food poisoning?"

"I died for delicious food!" Grubb retorted indignantly, obviously very dissatisfied with dying from food poisoning.

"I was a famous gourmet connoisseur at Hogwarts back then, keen on finding delicious food in the castle and the Forbidden Forest..."

"At that time, I found a kind of beautiful plum outside the forbidden forest. None of my roommates had the courage to taste it, but I was the only one who stood up bravely!" When the fat boy said this, he looked proud, as if he had done something great.

"So your roommate is fine, and you're a ghost..." Ron grumbled.

At this moment, Hermione, who was standing with Harry and Ron, suddenly covered her mouth and looked at the fat Grubb in surprise.

"I remember now!" Hermione exclaimed. "We've seen you before. Do you sometimes run to the door of the Great Hall and prevent students from eating when they are about to have their meals?"

Lycos also looked over.

After Hermione said this, he had some impression - there was a ghost at the door of the hall, which would use its fat body to block the way of the little wizards from time to time, preventing them from entering the hall to eat.

Of course, the ghost's transparent body couldn't stop the little wizards at all, at most it would just give them a chill for a while...

Hearing this, Grubb smiled awkwardly.

"I died right at the door to the auditorium. It's normal for me to be there, right..." He said guiltily, "I didn't mean to..."

"Stop talking, I see through you," Ron said. "You're jealous of us because you can't eat, so you want to stop us from eating!"

Seeing that something was wrong with the situation, the fat monk laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, be careful of mean Miseb."

The fat monk glanced at the short goblin and whispered to the young wizards, "I heard from Ms. Grey that he behaved very stealthily. After arriving at Hogwarts, he wandered around everywhere. He didn't look like a guest attending a party..."

"Hey, it's okay!" Nearly Headless Nick came over again without knowing when, and said carelessly, "Miseb is a goblin. Look at his ignorant look. Maybe he has never been to Hogwarts and is amazed by this place."

"But can't ghosts only go to places they've been in life?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, yeah, how could I have forgotten about that?" Nick was stunned for a moment, but quickly put the matter behind his mind. "Never mind, maybe he only came here once..."

As he said this, he floated onto the stage in the basement classroom again.

Nearly Headless Nick didn't seem to care about the goblin at all, treating him as just an ordinary ghost to make up the number of people.

Seeing this, the fat monk didn't know what to say and shrugged at the little wizards.

"Everyone, please pay attention! I will start speaking now!"

Nearly Headless Nick exclaimed, striding toward the front of the stage and into a cold blue spotlight.

"It is with great sorrow that I mourn my late Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen..."

No one could hear what was said afterwards.

The headless hunter team invited by Nick started playing a new game, and many ghosts turned around to watch.

Nick, who was almost headless, tried in vain to regain the audience's attention, but as the game entered its climax, the cheers rose one after another, completely drowning out the sound of his voice, and Nick had no choice but to give up.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the Headless Hunter Team.

Kassandra suddenly tugged at Lykos's sleeve.

Lycos turned his head and saw that her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her green eyes were staring at the side of the underground classroom.

"Do you think there's something wrong with that goblin's fingers?"

The long fingers of the mean-spirited Miserbo kept trembling as if he were counting money without stopping.

Lycos was stunned for a moment and felt a little strange... The frequency of his fingers shaking seemed to be very regular?

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Chapter 141 The news about the secret room was leaked?

"Something's wrong." Lycos frowned. "His fingers seem to be twitching in a very regular pattern... What's going on?"

"I just heard the other ghosts talking..." Cassandra shook her head slightly. "They said that the mean Miserbo was greedy for money. He was always counting money when he was alive. Even though he had no money after death, he still developed this habit."

"But the question is... is this how you count money properly?" Lycos stared at the transparent fairy inconspicuously and said softly.

He suddenly missed Draco a little bit now.

Because as the eldest son of the Malfoy family, Draco must have been good at counting money since he was a child, and he is good at various postures of counting money.

If Draco had come along to the Deathday dinner, he might have been able to see how the goblin Miseb was counting the money.

"What are you talking about? Are you discussing Miserbo's way of counting money?" Nearly Headless Nick came over at some point. "Maybe goblins have their own unique way of counting money?"

Because no one listened to him, Nick chose to take the initiative to come over and chat with the little wizards.

"Is that so?" Lycos looked at him suspiciously.

Lycos raised his hands and imitated Miseb's movements, flicking his fingers... and his fingers almost cramped.

"See, because goblins have longer fingers than us, they can do things wizards can't," said Nearly Headless Nick matter-of-factly. "This must be their unique way of counting money!"

Lycos thought for a moment... then decided to ignore Nearly Headless Nick.

He turned to look at the blonde witch who was looking down in thought and asked, "What do you think, Cassandra?"

"Actually, this is more of a way of recording information than counting money..." Cassandra said softly, "But I find it hard to imagine how a dead ghost, without magic or tools, could record information with their bare hands."

"Record information?" Lycos fell into deep thought.

He always felt that this operation was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere...

After a moment, he suddenly looked up: "Have you ever heard of Morse code?"

"What are you talking about? What code?" Nick looked confused.

Lycos also knew that he couldn't expect an old fogy man who was born in the wizarding world and whose death had passed five hundred years ago to have heard of things in the Muggle world.

Then he turned his gaze to Cassandra.

"Never heard of it." The little witch thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"You haven't heard of it?" Lycos was stunned. He had never expected Cassandra to give such an answer. "Think about it carefully. This is something from the Muggle world. It should have appeared... in the early part of the last century?"

"Do you think I know everything?" Cassandra's lips curled slightly. "What are you thinking... Do you think that just because I read a few Muggle novels, I will understand all Muggle things?"

Lycos opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment.

He had originally thought that Cassandra was someone like him, a person who had traveled from another world... As a modern person with normal cognition, even if she didn't know much about Morse code, she should at least have heard of this name...

Yet Cassandra said she hadn't heard of it, and it didn't seem like a lie.

In this case, Lycos will have to change his judgment——

First, people who haven't heard of Morse code may be from a time before Morse code appeared... that is, at least before the 19th century; or there is another possibility that Cassandra comes from a society where Morse code does not exist at all.

But according to Cassandra's many actions, she clearly seemed to know all the stories that happened in Hogwarts...so the little witch had either read "Harry Potter" like Lekos, or she was from the future.

There was a look of understanding in Lycos's eyes.

By doing the process of elimination, we can basically come to a conclusion... There is a high probability that Cassandra comes from the magical world of the future!

But then there are more questions -

How did she return from the future to the past, and why did she return? What was her reason for returning to the past, and what was her purpose? Has anyone else returned from the future to the past like her?

Lycos shook his head.

Obviously, from the previous attempts, it can be seen that Cassandra does not want to reveal too much about her origins.

The answers to these questions may require a gradual process.

So the most urgent task now is to figure out the suspiciousness of the fairy named Misebo.

Thinking of this, Lycos quickly explained the meaning of Morse code to Cassandra and Nick:

"Morse code is probably a signal code... It can represent different English letters, numbers, and punctuation marks through different arrangements. Muggles are very good at using this method to convey information."

"Muggles have this method of communication?" Cassandra smiled intrigued. "So do you think… the frequency of his finger twitching resembles Morse code?"

"But I don't understand Morse code, so I naturally can't make out his movements." Lycos shook his head helplessly.