Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Little guy, this is the twelfth time you've appeared here."

When Lycos was once again sent to a platform by a movable staircase, the portrait next to him couldn't help but remind him.

"Ah, of course I know..." Lycos leaned against the railing and said weakly, "Who designed this movable staircase? It's too torturous."

He picked up the parchment he had used to record the trap steps and stared blankly at the marks on it that had been scribbled into a mess.

Lycos suddenly missed Draco a little.

If Draco were here, he could probably get a broomstick, and they could fly over those stairs and go straight to the eighth floor of the castle...

"Excuse me, little guy, where do you want to go?"

In the portrait, a wizard wearing a loose trench coat and white stubble asked, "The movement of the movable staircase follows a specific pattern. It's impossible to reach your destination by walking blindly."

"Sir, are you willing to help me?" Lycos' eyes lit up again.

"Of course, otherwise you'd be wandering around here making me dizzy." The wizard in the portrait rubbed his head and said unhappily.

"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with the castle." Lycos quickly put on a shameful and harmless expression. "I'm a freshman, and I want to take advantage of the weekend to familiarize myself with the castle environment to avoid getting lost in class later..."

He showed the parchment in his hand, which was covered with traces of corrections, in front of the portrait.

"But who knows, the movable stairs here are so messed up, I have no idea how they move!"

To be on the safe side, Lycos did not reveal his destination, but used his familiarity with the castle structure as an excuse.

"So you're a freshman, no wonder." The wizard in the portrait nodded. "It's good to be able to familiarize yourself with the castle, but your approach isn't quite right."

He picked up a cane and pointed through the frame to a distant platform.

“See that platform?” he said. “If you want to go to that platform, just stare at it and don’t move.”

"When a movable staircase flies over to connect to that platform, you remember the location of that staircase, and then use it to find the next level of stairs, until all the movable staircases are connected to the platform you are on."

"Then seize the opportunity, wait until the stairs are completely connected, and rush over in one go!"

The wizard in the portrait waved his cane and made a charging motion with passion.

"I see!" Lycos suddenly realized, "We can't just wait, we have to take the initiative, right?"

He turned around and thanked the portrait, then when the platform he was on was connected to a movable staircase, he rushed up like a fly.

The effect was immediate, and Lycos successfully reached the eighth floor of the castle.

Next to him was the tapestry of the troll beating the fool Barnabas with a club.

Lycos excitedly walked to the other side of the tapestry, facing the white wall in front of him, and muttered to himself:

"My impression is that I had to walk back and forth in the corridor three times, silently reciting my needs in my heart..."

Lycos took a deep breath and decided to try the method he remembered to enter the Room of Requirement -

However, at this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the white wall in front of him, and the crack continued to expand, and in a blink of an eye, it expanded into a smooth door.

A young wizard wearing a purple turban walked out and looked surprised when he saw Lycos in front of him.

"Lex, why are you here?"

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Chapter 21 Voldemort's Knock

Too hasty, Lycos thought.

He was so excited about this magical room that he completely forgot that Voldemort actually knew about the existence of the Room of Requirement.

This is embarrassing...

"What a coincidence, Professor Quirrell." Lycos calmed down his fluctuating emotions and greeted him with a smile.

Quirrell didn't answer, but looked around nervously, and after confirming that there was no one, he retreated back into the smooth door.

"Come in." He held the door, turned half way, and said in a low voice.

Lycos was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

"Hurry up!" Quirrell urged again.

Lycos knew he couldn't refuse, so he took a deep breath and walked into the smooth door.

"boom!"

As soon as he entered the room, Quirrell slammed the door shut.

"Lex, why are you here?" After closing the door, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, then walked up to Lycos with a very serious expression.

"I'm exploring Hogwarts Castle." Lycos gave a harmless smile and offered the excuse he had prepared earlier. "Since my mission is to help the Dark Lord find the Philosopher's Stone, how can I not understand the castle's structure?"

As he spoke, he also took out the parchment that he had shown to the wizard in the portrait.

"But come to think of it, I really didn't expect there was another room here." Lycos's face showed curiosity at the right moment, and he looked around the room.

He was indeed very curious about this room——

This is a small house with simple and exquisite decoration, exuding the aroma of old wood. A chandelier made of green gems hangs on the ceiling, and delicate light green light falls down, illuminating the entire room.

There is a wooden table in the middle of the room, surrounded by wooden chairs.

The area was filled with all kinds of strange bottles and jars, which contained many spellcasting materials that looked like they represented black magic, as well as many thick books.

"Lex, you are lucky." Just as Lycos looked around, a hoarse voice sounded.

Lycos' heart skipped a beat, and he slowly turned his gaze to the back of Quirrell's head.

Quirrell had already untied the purple turban on his head and turned around to reveal the hideous face behind his head.

"My Lord Dark Lord." Lycos lowered his head and tried to look respectful.

Even though it wasn't the first time I'd seen it, every time I saw Voldemort's hideous face, I always felt an immense amount of pressure...

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he was a natural brain-blocking spellcaster and could hide all his thoughts in front of the master of Legilimency. Otherwise, he would not be able to hide any unnecessary thoughts at all.

"Lex, you are now the young man I admire most, and I have nothing to hide from you."

Voldemort stared into Lycos's eyes and spoke word by word.

"This is a hidden room I discovered when I was a student. Few people can come here. More than fifty years ago, the first group of Death Eaters were formed here; it was also here that I trained them to become the first force after I graduated."

Having said that, Voldemort's hoarse voice couldn't help but carry a hint of pride.

"Since you happen to be here, I will hand over this original Death Eater gathering place to you—"

His scarlet eyes stared coldly into Lycos's dark golden eyes, and he said hoarsely:

"All you have to do is walk back and forth three times in the corridor outside the eighth floor of the main tower, silently reciting the phrase 'The Dark Lord's gathering place', and the door you see will naturally appear on the wall."

"I understand, Lord Dark Lord." Lycos nodded slightly, but sneered in his heart.

Voldemort didn't tell the truth after all.

He only told Lecos that this was the room used by the first group of Death Eaters to gather, but concealed the most important function of the Room of Requirement, which was "granting any request".

It seems that the trust he spoke of was just talk, Lycos thought.

"The spellbooks, potion ingredients, and dueling manuals here are at your disposal..." Voldemort's voice gradually softened, his scarlet eyes narrowed into two slits. "Of course, the prerequisite is that you help me get the Philosopher's Stone."

The next moment, Voldemort, who had been whispering softly, suddenly roared out -

"Have you had a great time at Hogwarts these days? You must have forgotten all about your mission!"

Lycos was startled and looked at Voldemort blankly.

"Lex, look at what you've done these past few days!" Voldemort's ferocious expression instantly turned extremely cold. "Have those new friends made you forget who you are?"

"Have you ever gone looking for the Philosopher's Stone even once in the past few days?!"

Lycos opened his mouth, feeling a little unreasonable.

"Dark Lord, didn't you tell me that my first priority was to keep my identity secret?" he asked. "And I also took a risk by helping Quirrell create his role as a loser..."

"Quirrel needs your help because he is a loser. He was almost discovered by those professors several times when he approached the corridor on the fourth floor!" Voldemort roared.

The next moment, his voice softened again, although it was still so hoarse and unpleasant that it made people want to cover their ears.

"But you're different."

"Lex, I'm training you to be my successor... As long as you help me get the Philosopher's Stone, I can regain my former power and rule the wizarding world. Then you'll be the second-in-command of the entire wizarding world!"

"So I don't want you to be like other freshmen, indulging in the fake campus life and completely forgetting your goals."

Voldemort opened the crack at the back of Quirrell's head and smiled an ugly smile.

Lycos pursed his lips, vaguely understanding why Voldemort's attitude had changed.

It must be that Voldemort saw through his mentality of giving up.

After helping Quirrell, Lycos felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and his demeanor was clearly written on his face...

Anyway, in Lecos's opinion, the most important thing to deal with Voldemort is to "delay". By the end of this school year, Harry Potter will naturally be able to rely on the halo of the protagonist to get the Philosopher's Stone, kill Quirrell, and drive away Voldemort.

His nonchalant attitude was keenly noticed by Voldemort, who had been sharing Quirrell's senses.

Even if he hadn't happened to meet Quirrell in the Room of Requirement today, Voldemort would have found an opportunity to punish him -

First there was bribery, then intimidation, and finally a promise of unifying the wizarding world. Lecos felt that if he were not a time traveler with foresight, he would probably have been fooled by Voldemort.

"Well, have you thought about what to do?"

It seemed that Lecos took too long to think, and Voldemort became very irritated, and the trust in him in his scarlet eyes continued to decline.

When Lycos saw this scene, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Even if Voldemort is very weak now, as long as the Horcruxes are not destroyed, there is a great possibility that he will make a comeback... If I lose his trust, I will be in danger after he is resurrected!

Lycos's mind raced as he quickly raised his head to look at Voldemort.

"My Lord Dark Lord, please give me a moment," he said sternly. "Next week, I will give Professor Quirrell a chance to explore the corridor on the fourth floor."

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Chapter 22 Flying Lessons

Lycos set his sights on next week's flying lessons.