Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

He was all alone when he traveled to this magical world, without any system or cheat code. In his previous life, he was just a liberal arts student studying languages. How could he have the chance to specialize in studying such useless things as Morse code?

"Wait, do you two really think Misebo is using that...Momo code?" Nick, who was almost headless, leaned back and looked at Lecos and Cassandra in disbelief.

As he leaned back, his head fell off his neck and was caught by a layer of skin, which prevented it from falling to the ground.

"Look, goblins never really care about Muggles. They practically ignore them," Nick said to the two of them as he nonchalantly put his head back on his neck. "And Miserable is just a ghost. He's lost his ability to learn. How could he possibly learn a skill specifically for the Muggle world?"

"Besides, he can't use magic. Even if he used Morse code, who could he send the message to? Aren't you worrying too much?"

Becoming a ghost does not mean living a new life, but becoming a miserable, floating, incomplete soul, encountering many strange restrictions in all aspects.

For example, ghosts can only travel to places they've visited in life; ghosts can't learn new knowledge, and all their knowledge will remain forever at the moment of death; ghosts have almost completely lost their five senses, and can hardly taste strong flavors, even moldy food...

"But he could have learned Morse Code before he died." Lycos suddenly asked, "Nick, how long has Miserbo been dead?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Nearly Headless Nick's face.

Lycos smiled and changed the subject: "Sir Nicholas, I want to ask, how old is the death anniversary of the mean Miseb?"

Nick immediately felt comfortable when he heard the name "Sir Nicholas".

"Okay, no problem!" he said happily. "It's just a fairy who died a while ago. What's the big deal if I tell you?"

After that, Nick lowered his voice and said, "I'm not really sure, but the mean Misserbo probably died at the end of the last century... This is just my guess, don't tell anyone else."

"Don't worry, you can trust me." Lecos gave Nick a comforting look.

Then, his expression turned a little heavy.

At the end of the last century... the goblin did have plenty of time before his death to learn Muggle Morse code.

"Is it possible we've actually caught him..." Lycos smacked his lips. "Now, besides not knowing how ghosts transmit information, almost everything about the mean-spirited Miserbo is suspicious."

"Alright, whatever you want." Seeing that his conclusion was not accepted, Nico said in despair, "Remember to look for more evidence. I will only believe you if you have real evidence."

Lycos and Cassandra looked at each other and said no more.

Although Lycos doesn't know Morse code, there are always other people who know it... At this time, it is completely possible to ask others for help.

……

"Are you in there, Professor Kerrydi Bubaji?"

The next day, Lycos took some free time and knocked on a professor's office door.

A middle-aged white-haired witch opened the office door and looked at Lycos in confusion.

"I don't remember having a student like you." Professor Bubbaji frowned. "You didn't choose my class, or... are you just a first or second year student?"

As a professor of Muggle Studies, Professor Burbage has always taught students from third to sixth grade.

She was quite happy to meet a handsome little guy today.

"I'm a second-year student, Professor," Lycos said seriously. "I'm here today mainly to ask you some questions."

"You go ahead." Professor Bubaji seemed to be in a good mood and answered decisively.

"Have you ever heard of...Morse code?" Lycos went straight to the point.

"I've heard of it, but I haven't really studied it systematically." Professor Bubbaji smiled helplessly, "A lot of Muggle knowledge is too profound. I don't have time to learn it."

"Could you find a book on Morse code?" Lycos continued. "We'd like to study it."

"That's no problem," Professor Bubaji said with a smile. "But I'm a little curious. There must be a reason why you suddenly want to study Morse code, right?"

After a moment's hesitation, Lycos told Professor Bubaji about their suspicions about Misebaugh.

First of all, in the original plot, this professor was killed by Voldemort at the hands of Nagini, so her position must be correct; secondly, Lecos did want to tell this suspicion to other professors and even Dumbledore.

Taking advantage of Professor Bubbaji's interest in Muggle studies, Lecos felt that this matter would gradually spread from his mouth... and it would be best if it could attract the attention of the dean and the principal.

But the biggest problem right now isn't Morse code.

"Ah, my dear Professor Bubbaji, how far have you progressed with your research?" an exaggerated voice rang out. "Do you need this Muggle Studies Master to personally help guide you?"

Lycos turned around and found Lockhart standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Obviously, Lockhart still didn't say a word of truth, and from time to time he would find other professors and ask them to go out and play with him.

"call……"

Lecos looked at Professor Bubaji with sympathy, then left without looking back.

Now that Lockhart has his eyes on this Muggle Studies professor, she probably won't be able to get away for a while...

……

The next day, in History of Magic class.

History of Magic is arguably the most boring subject on the curriculum.

Professor Binns is a ghost. He is very old and his skin is so wrinkled that many people say that when he was giving lectures, he didn't even notice that he was dead.

It was said that when he was alive, he stood up one day to go to class and accidentally left his body in an armchair in front of the fire in the staff room. From then on, all his daily activities continued unchanged.

Today, the class was still as boring as usual.

Professor Binns opened his notes and read in a dry, low, monotonous voice, like an old vacuum cleaner, and finally the whole class fell into a drowsy state, occasionally coming to their senses, writing down a name or a date, and then falling into a semi-sleep again.

"I seem to remember... Professor Binns didn't go to the quincentenary of Nearly Headless Nick's death?"

Lycos looked at Professor Binns floating on the podium and felt a little strange.

"What? You went to Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday dinner?" Draco practically jumped out of his seat. "Was it fun? Was it interesting?"

"It's not fun. The food in there is all rotten and moldy. It's not meant for us to eat." Lycos said noncommittally, "Also, there are too many ghosts. It's really too cold in the underground classroom."

"That does sound rather boring." Draco curled his lips, "Luckily I didn't go."

While Lex and Draco were talking secretly, Professor Binns was giving a very boring lecture on the International Wizarding Conference of 1289.

At this moment, a hand was raised high.

Professor Binns looked up from his desk, looking very surprised, as if he had never expected that someone would raise their hand to ask a question in his class:

"You are……?"

"I'm Professor Granger." Hermione's voice was clear, in stark contrast to the many drowsy little wizards. "I wonder if you could tell us what the Chamber of Secrets is?"

When he heard this question, Lycos was stunned for a moment, and his expression was the same as Professor Binns on the podium.

what's the situation?

Tom Riddle kept his diary well-managed and never had the chance to actually open the Chamber of Secrets. So why did some people start asking questions about it?

Where on earth did Hermione Granger get the news about the Chamber of Secrets?

……

Chapter 142 The Writings on the Wall

Lycos turned his gaze towards the area where the Gryffindor students gathered, staring at Hermione Granger with a frown.

If the original plot had followed its normal course, the basilisk's first attack would have occurred on Halloween night... Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, was petrified.

At that time, Riddle controlled Ginny's body and wrote some words on the wall -

"The secret chamber has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir must be alert."

In the original story, young Tom Riddle used this high-profile method to declare war on the Muggle-born students at Hogwarts.

But the story has changed...

Lycos took a look inside the snakeskin wallet and confirmed that the Horcrux diary was still there intact, without any movement, just like an ordinary notebook.

Under Lycos's influence, Tom Riddle had no chance to contact Ginny, the basilisk was not released from the Chamber of Secrets, and naturally, the declaration of war would not appear...

So, how could a young Muggle-born wizard like Hermione Granger suddenly ask about the Chamber of Secrets?

"Excuse me, Miss Granger," said Professor Binns in a dry, breathless voice, "this is History of Magic, and the Chamber of Secrets you're talking about is just a legend..."

"I will only tell you the confirmed facts in the wizarding world and will not waste time on meaningless myths and legends."

The only ghost professor looked a little dissatisfied.

Rather than having students asking him questions, he is more accustomed to the situation where no one is listening and he is the only one lecturing.

He cleared his throat with a dry sound like the snapping of chalk, and continued his rhythm regardless:

"That October, a special group of Sardinian magicians..."

Hermione looked a little disappointed, but she didn't ask any further questions. She pouted and began to take notes on the History of Magic class in a boring way as before.

The other young wizards present had just perked up a bit, hoping to see a good show, but after seeing this scene, they lost interest again and fell back on the table, dozing off...

"Draco, have you heard of the Chamber of Secrets?" Lecos whispered to Draco as Professor Binns resumed his lecture, "The one Granger just mentioned."

"Chamber of Secrets? Of course, of course I know about it." Draco nodded, "But I really don't understand why Granger knew about the Chamber of Secrets? She's clearly just a mud... uh, Muggle-born wizard."

Draco seemed to want to say "Mudblood", but suddenly remembered Lycos's accusation against him last time, so he didn't say the insulting word "Mudblood" after all.

"What? You don't want to talk about Mudblood anymore?" Lycos teased.

Draco coughed twice: "Ahem... I listened to you last time and said 'Mudblood' in front of Professor Snape..."

Lycos asked, "And then?"

"And then... and then I was severely taught a lesson." Draco looked a little frightened. "I really don't know why. Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin, but he doesn't allow people to say the word 'Mudblood'..."

"In fact, Professor Snape was right." Lycos shrugged. "Using insulting words like 'Mudblood' is forbidden throughout Hogwarts, and Slytherin is no exception."

"I know, I know..." Draco sighed, "But everyone has always said this before, and I don't see anything wrong with it."

"Let's not talk about this for now. So how much do you know about the secret chamber?" asked Lycos.

"I don't know much either. My father told me all that when he remembered." Draco said he didn't know much, but the expression on his face seemed particularly proud.

"The Chamber of Secrets is a room left by Slytherin to purge Muggle-borns... I think it was opened once fifty years ago, and a mud... uh, Muggle-born student died at that time."

"Thinking about it, I just remembered that my father seemed to have mentioned this... He said that some unusual phenomena would appear this school year, and if I saw them, I could just ignore them."

Lycos fell into deep thought.

If it weren't for today's incident, he might have overlooked a problem...

Although Lucius Malfoy hastily disposed of Tom Riddle's Horcrux diary in order to deal with the inspection of the Ministry of Magic, he still roughly knew Riddle's ultimate goal.