Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

As an old professor who had experienced many years, he was a witness to the opening of the Chamber of Secrets and knew exactly how close Hogwarts was to being closed at that time.

"Excessive, really excessive!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips in anger. "They actually took advantage of the professor's absence to secretly engage in discrimination against people of different backgrounds in the corner of the corridor... When I catch whoever did it, I will definitely punish him severely."

The young Slytherin wizards trembled.

Because they are the only ones who generally support what is said on the wall.

In the blink of an eye, Dumbledore walked through the crowd of young wizards and waved his wand casually.

As Dumbledore moved, the words on the wall quickly faded and gradually disappeared.

"Let's go ahead. There's nothing dangerous going on... I'll discuss the case with the professors." He said to the young wizards. "And you, Lecos, come to my office. I have something to ask you."

Lockhart, sensing his chance to shine, hurried forward.

"My office is closest to here, the principal - it's upstairs - you can -"

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore said noncommittally.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass.

Everyone was very curious about why Dumbledore could quickly erase the words that left everyone helpless; at the same time, they were also wondering what was the mentality of the person who wrote these two lines of words.

Lockhart, very excited and in high spirits, hurried after Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall and Snape also followed.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, decorated by Lockhart, was decorated with countless framed photos of him on the walls, illuminated by numerous candles. Some of them even had his signature on them. There was also a large stack of photos on the desk.

When Dumbledore, Lecos and others walked into Lockhart's office, there was a sudden commotion on the wall.

In some photos, Lockhart was hiding in panic, with curlers in his hair; some Lockhart seemed to be admiring himself in the mirror, practicing his smile; and some Lockhart was waving his wand in a disorderly manner...

It has to be said that even Lockhart's portrait fully demonstrates the fact that Lockhart is unreliable.

At this time, the real Lockhart lit the candle on the table and stepped back. Dumbledore sat in a chair in his office and chatted casually with the professors who came here.

After a moment, he rushed the professors out of the office, leaving Lycos alone.

Lycos noticed the dazed look in Lockhart's eyes before he left, chuckled, sat down on a chair out of the candlelight, and stared at Dumbledore.

"Lex, can you tell me what you are doing?" Dumbledore looked at Lycos deeply and asked.

"I didn't do anything," Lycos said, feigning bewilderment. "I just did my homework, read, and practiced magic. Nothing special compared to usual."

"We are alone now, Lycos, and you may be more sincere." Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "I wonder what your plan is, that you should introduce the term 'Chamber of Secrets' at Hogwarts..."

He looked into Lycos's dark golden eyes with a deep gaze.

Lycos looked back and suddenly felt a little tricky...

Perhaps it was because his magic level was too high, or because he was too familiar with the magic of his old enemy, Fire Shield, but Dumbledore must have discovered the nature of the writing on the wall at a glance.

There are not many people in the entire wizarding world who can use fire shields to protect themselves and have the proficiency to write... It is actually reasonable for Dumbledore to suspect Lycos.

"I just... heard that there's a rumor going around Hogwarts recently." Lycos pondered and spoke slowly, "Some say the Chamber of Secrets will be opened, and Muggle-born wizards will be punished."

"I want to use this method to lead out the mastermind behind this, and follow the clues to find the deepest hidden cause..."

Since Hermione asked questions about the Chamber of Secrets in the History of Magic class.

There's no smoke without fire. Someone must have told her about the secret room... I don't know how many times they told her, but it must have been someone.

In this case, Lycos could at least use this excuse to gain a firm foothold and avoid being exposed immediately by Dumbledore... After all, he didn't dare let the old headmaster know that he actually had a Horcrux as his Dark Arts teacher.

Dumbledore, whose mission is to destroy Voldemort, obviously would not just watch the Horcrux stay with Lycos. He would most likely take the diary away and destroy it directly.

But Lycos had not yet finished learning Parseltongue and the dark arts, so he couldn't hand over the diary easily.

"So..." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, "Is erasing your writing ruining your plans?"

"Of course it won't do anything bad. I was just trying it out..."

Lycos said quickly, and quickly changed the subject away from the point that made him feel guilty:

"However, although we didn't find any clues about the person who spread the news of the 'Secret Chamber', we unexpectedly discovered an even more suspicious person..."

As he spoke, Lycos took out the camera he had just taken from Colin Creevey from his pocket, unscrewed the film from the camera, and turned it to the picture he had just taken -

Harry smiled stiffly, and the people around him looked at him in surprise, worry, or ridicule.

Although the picture does not look very clear when viewed on the film, the overall framework is still pretty good.

"What is this...?" Even Dumbledore couldn't extricate himself from Lycos's wandering thoughts for a while.

He couldn't see anything special about the photo.

"Professor, we may not be able to see the problem this way...but we can find a helper." Lycos said, "Can you find Professor Bubaji? We'll need her help next."

Dumbledore looked at Lycos with interest, and without asking why, he casually flicked his wand, causing a huge silver phoenix to pass through the wall and fly to the other side of the castle.

Lycos knew that he was using the Patronus Charm to convey a message.

It wasn't long before Professor Bubbage appeared in Lockhart's office... She seemed startled by the wall full of Lockharts and swallowed hard.

"Professor, have you learned Morse code?" asked Lycos.

"Well, it's actually not that difficult." Professor Bubbaji shook his head slightly and continued, "You just need to identify the patterns... The little tricks and gadgets invented by Muggles are really interesting."

"In that case, could you take a look at this?" Lycos handed over the film.

"What's wrong with it?" Professor Bubaji looked at the motionless photo, feeling puzzled.

"You can develop the photo, then splash some revealing potion on it and take a look at it again," Lycos said.

Professor Bubbaji looked at Lecos doubtfully, then skillfully touched the film with his wand, and quickly used magic to develop the photo and placed it on Lockhart's desk.

It seems that this professor of Muggle Studies really knows a lot about the Muggle world.

After developing the photos, Professor Bubaji took out a bottle of transparent potion from his pocket and poured it evenly on the photos.

As the liquid soaked the photo, instead of showing any signs of being soaked or damaged, some ghost images gradually appeared... The ghost images continued to expand and stretch until they were completely stretched across the photo.

Harry in the photo no longer had the same stiff smile, but instead slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an unnatural smile.

The magic photo was created successfully!

At the same time, the three people present almost simultaneously turned their eyes to the ghost goblin, the mean Misserbo, floating in the distant corridor behind Harry.

The goblin's fingers kept shaking and twitching, as if he was counting money.

"On Halloween, I was invited to attend the dinner for Sir Nicholas's 500th death anniversary, and I saw this goblin ghost in the underground classroom where the dinner was held."

Lycos knew that this was not the time to hide anything, so he quickly told the information he knew.

"You mean... this ghost came to Hogwarts to attend Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday dinner?" Professor Burbage frowned and thought, "Then why is he still staying in Hogwarts now?"

"I don't know." Lycos shook his head. "I haven't had time to ask Nearly Headless Nick and the Fat Monk recently, so I don't know why this goblin hasn't left yet."

"Forget it, let me see how often his fingers move."

Professor Bubaji unfolded the magic photo and began to watch Miseb's finger movements from beginning to end.

Neither Lycos nor Dumbledore dared to disturb her.

However, the two people's eyes collided, causing a huge storm.

Dumbledore knew very well that Lycos wanted more than just that. Looking at Lycos he always felt like he was seeing a second Tom Riddle. He really wanted to guide such a talented and ambitious young wizard onto the right path.

And Lecos also knew that the tacit understanding between him and Dumbledore was only limited to matters concerning Voldemort... In other aspects, Dumbledore might not let him do whatever he wanted as he did when fighting Voldemort.

Fortunately, this suspicious goblin was a good topic to talk about, distracting Dumbledore from Lycos's previous behavior.

At this moment, Professor Bubaji suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is indeed the Morse code of the Muggle world..."

"Caridi, are you sure?" Dumbledore's blue eyes gradually became sharp.

"It's almost certain." Professor Bubaji nodded slowly. "As long as these regular movements can form a coherent sentence according to Morse code, there are basically no other possibilities..."

"How could there be such a coincidence in the world?"

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Chapter 144 Spelling

Is this really the Morse code of the Muggle world?

The corner of Lycos's eye twitched, and he always felt something was weird.

In other words, a dead goblin who turned into a ghost was delivering messages in a Muggle way?

If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, who would believe such a strange thing could happen?

"But the problem now is that the ghost can't hold the Muggle radio in his hands, and the mean Misserbo is just flicking the air with his fingers..." Lekos asked doubtfully, "Can he really get the message out?"

"Perhaps." Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses. "The goblin magic system is quite different from that of wizards... perhaps they have some unknown methods?"

"Yes, we should be prepared for the worst." Professor Bubaji also agreed.

Dumbledore nodded and continued, "Can you decipher what message he is sending?"

"I need to take a look... The image of the magic photo is too short. I can hardly guarantee that I can decipher useful information."

Professor Bubbaji picked up the magic photo again and pulled a piece of parchment from Lockhart's desk. He kept writing down the letters according to the frequency of the goblin Miseb's finger shaking.

“oynotlyingchamberofsecretsop…”

Lycos immediately found a key word from these letters: Chamber of Secrets.

He slowly frowned and looked up at Dumbledore and Professor Bubbaji.

Obviously, they both discovered this keyword and showed surprised expressions at the same time.

"Principal Dumbledore, this is..." Professor Burbage subconsciously looked at the old principal.

"Caridi, you go back first." Dumbledore said nothing more, just shook his head silently, "Leave the rest to me."

Professor Bubbaji was stunned for a moment, but she, who was always honest and steady, didn't say much. She just nodded to the principal, then turned and left Lockhart's office.

"Oh! Are you guys done talking?" A pompous voice came from outside the door, and a figure with gelled blond hair strode in. "Can I come in now? You know... this is my office."

"Gilderoy, it's not time for you to come in yet." Dumbledore suddenly raised his head and looked at him with his deep blue eyes.

Lockhart paused.

Although Dumbledore's eyes looked exceptionally calm, they seemed to contain a kind of intimidating aura that frightened Lockhart so much that he dared not take another step forward...