Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"I...this was given to me by an African prince. It's my honor." Quirrell said.

"So the honor doesn't need to be washed, professor?" This was asked by Theodore Nott. "How long have you been wearing it, professor? Don't you smell that this turban stinks?"

"...I feel...okay."

"Professor, teach us a dark magic trick to prove your strength." This is what Draco said, "You are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you should be able to use dark magic, right?"

"..."

Quirrell was speechless and could only stand up stammeringly.

"Okay...Okay, I'll demonstrate a curse for you. This curse is extremely...very dangerous!"

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Chapter 16 Quirrell finally volunteered to become a source of fun

Hearing Quirrell's words, Draco's eyes finally lit up.

"Is it coming? Is it coming?" He became excited again, "The black magic I want to learn the most is coming!"

Lecos glanced at Draco and didn't have the heart to dampen his enthusiasm - Lecos was just about to use this link to make Quirrell finally become a joke that no one cared about, as he wished.

"This m-m ...

Quirrell held his wand upright in front of his face and spoke cautiously.

"Slug Curse? This thing is called a curse?" Draco's eyes widened in shock. "I always thought curses were cool spells like the Unforgivable Curses, but I didn't expect..."

Not to mention Draco, even Lecos felt a little surprised.

Hexes, curses, and curses are three levels of black magic in a broad sense, divided according to their severity.

Lecos didn't know the extent of his talent in the dark arts that Voldemort praised him for—

Does it include all levels of black magic such as hexes, poison spells, and curses, or does it only work on the most vicious curses such as the Unforgivable Curses?

As for the mischievous magic like the Slug Curse being classified as a curse, it's indeed a bit strange...

"Everyone, watch out! This dangerous curse... curse is... is the Slug Eructo."

Quirrell stared at his wand gravely.

Even though they were not optimistic about this mischievous curse, they were infected by the solemn atmosphere and watched Quirrell's operation with wide eyes. They inexplicably felt that they were about to witness a miracle!

"Slugulus Eructo!" Quirrell chanted aloud.

All the little wizards simultaneously moved their benches and slid back a distance, avoiding him with their bodies but looking at him expectantly.

There was a "pop" sound.

Quirrell's wand lit a small spark like a lighter, and then quickly went out.

Little wizard: “?”

"Don't tell me this is the Slug-Spitting Curse." Draco felt his hope shattered.

"Ah... no no no, I... I just thought that we shouldn't teach students dangerous spells like the Slug Curse." Quirrell tried to save his face.

"After all, we are in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I should teach you how to defend yourself."

"How about this...you can use the Slug Curse on me, and I...I will defend myself." Quirrell came up with a good idea. "Anyone of you...anyone of you can use the curse on me..."

At this time, the young wizards gradually realized that Quirrell was unreliable and looked at him with distrust.

"You just said a spell, without even demonstrating it, and you think we can learn a spell? Do you really think we are one in a million magical geniuses?" The little wizards secretly complained.

And Quirrell also pretended to be satisfied, as if he was happy about the clever idea he came up with.

Since no one has learned the Slug Curse, don’t blame me for not teaching you how to defend yourself!

At this moment, a black-haired little wizard in the classroom raised a hand.

"Mr. Hayden, do you have any questions?" Quirrell asked curiously.

"I memorized the spell and wanted to try to use the Slug Curse." Lycos stood up.

"No... no problem." Quirrell nodded without hesitation.

Judging from his confident expression, he was either extremely confident in his own defensive skills, or he firmly believed that a freshman who had only attended a few classes couldn't possibly cast a curse like that...

Lycos looked at Quirrell's meaningful eyes and slowly raised his wand -

He had indeed never heard of the Slug Curse before, and this was the first time he heard it from Quirrell in this class.

But Lycos always felt that after he memorized the spell, he seemed to have instantly analyzed the workings of the spell through the letters and the way Quirrell pronounced the spell...

It's like an innate talent.

So Lycos stood up, and took this opportunity to test his ability to learn the dark arts.

"Slug-vomiting slug (Slugulus Eructo)!"

He cast the spell instinctively.

The wand swung in a strange arc, and a kind of power seemed to rise up along the blood in the body.

The next moment, a beam of light green suddenly burst out from the tip of Lycos's wand and hit Quirrell at a high speed.

As for Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he seemed to have no time to react at all. He was hit by the curse and slammed onto the blackboard behind him with a "smack". He then slid down the blackboard...

"Professor, are you okay?" Lycos immediately looked shocked, hurried to the podium, and helped Quirrell up.

While supporting him, he also said, "Professor, I really didn't mean it. Why are you so vulnerable?"

"I... I'm fine, ugh..." Quirrell said, and vomited out a sticky, fleshy slug.

Lycos changed his position expressionlessly, avoiding the insects crawling on the ground, and helped Quirrell to the back of the desk.

The desk blocked the two people's figures and also blocked their lip movements when communicating.

"Is that enough?" Lycos asked.

"That's enough," Quirrell mouthed. "It's just that the spell was too strong..."

With a "Wow", he tilted his head to the side and spit out another big meat worm of a different color.

Even though his throat and stomach were extremely uncomfortable, Quirrell still showed his professionalism and said vaguely:

"No...I don't blame you. It's...I'm not prepared. Mr. Hayden, please...please call Madam Pomfrey for me..."

……

The news that Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Quirrell was hit by the freshman's slug curse quickly spread throughout the school.

Quirrell had become a complete joke at Hogwarts.

No student looked up to him. Everyone thought the professor was just a useless piece of trash hired temporarily to fill the gap, and treated every Defense Against the Dark Arts class as a good time to have fun.

Even on Friday, when the Slytherin wizards were about to go to Potions class with the Gryffindors, many of them were still discussing Quirrell's "glorious deed" of vomiting slugs all the way.

"Honestly, Lycos, you were really being mean to Quirrell by using the Slug Curse on him."

Walking in the dim dungeon corridor, Draco whispered to Lycos, "You even know the most advanced curses like the Killing Curse. The Slug Curse must be child's play for you, right?"

"Not really." Lycos shook his head and then reminded: "Also, don't talk about this outside, even if there's no one around."

The Potions class was held in an underground classroom, which seemed very gloomy to the young wizards from other colleges. However, for the young wizards from Slytherin who spent all day in the dungeon, they were used to it.

Along the walls painted with mysterious patterns, there are many glass jars. The animal specimens soaked in them are extremely strange, making many timid little wizards tremble.

The Potions Professor is the Head of Slytherin, Professor Severus Snape.

As soon as the class started, he picked up the roster and called out the names one by one with a cold expression.

"Oh yes……"

When his eyes fell on a familiar name, his expression changed slightly, and he whispered:

"Harry Potter, this is our new...famous person."

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Chapter 17 Snape's Crazy Test of Harry

During the first week of school, Lycos kept a very low profile, except for the fact that he was asked by Quirrell to become a joke.

No night outings, no wandering in the Forbidden Forest, no fights, no conflicts with young wizards from other colleges... He was even unwilling to answer questions in class except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It can be called a shame for time travelers!

But Lycos himself was also helpless——

His identity behind the scenes is Voldemort's undercover, a Death Eater! This identity could be fatal if discovered, so how could he possibly be in the spotlight like other young wizards without any worries?

So in the next few days, Lycos tried hard to make himself a little transparent, quietly absorbing all kinds of knowledge about magic through classes and books.

However, no matter how low-key Lycos was, there was still a stubborn professor who remembered him...

……

"You have come here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of Potions."

Snape stood at the podium and spoke softly.

He spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said and was deeply struck by his coldness.

The Potions Master brought order to the classroom with almost no effort.

"Since there is no need for you to wave your wands foolishly here, many of you will not believe that this is magic..." As he said this, Snape's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Don't think I don't know that some people even want to cook in your cauldrons!"

On the workbench next to Lycos and Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, staring at the crucible, secretly wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths.

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron, with its white smoke and fragrant aroma. You won't truly understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into a wizard's veins, which makes people's hearts and minds wander and their minds bewildered..."

Lycos repeated Snape's words in his mind, feeling very satisfied.

After all, this is a famous scene where all kinds of fan fiction writers use it to increase the word count. I have seen it dozens of times, if not a hundred times.

"I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—"

Snape continued to speak with a cold expression, but these familiar words seemed somewhat kind to Lycos...