Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Your posture is wrong." Madam Hooch frowned as she walked in front of Draco. "Both hands should be on the front handle. Don't put your auxiliary hand in your trouser pocket to show off!"

"I've been riding my broom this way since I was a kid," Draco said unconvincedly. "I can still fly well this way!"

"That's because you're not in danger!" Madam Hooch glared at him sternly. "If you encounter an accident in mid-air, the lack of a helping hand will make you lose any chance of being saved."

Draco pouted, still looking indignant.

It wasn't until Lycos reminded him that Harry Potter and his red-haired friend from Gryffindor across the street were secretly laughing at him that Draco finally and reluctantly took his left hand out of his trouser pocket.

"Okay, now everyone's movements are correct--"

Madam Hooch clapped her hands for silence.

"When I blow the whistle, push both of your legs off the ground at the same time. Remember, push hard!"

"Once you're off the ground, hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and drop straight back to the ground. Don't make any unnecessary movements, or you'll end up in detention."

"Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

However, the tall, round-faced little wizard opposite seemed too nervous, fearing that he would be left on the ground and laughed at.

So, before the whistle touched Madam Hooch's lips, he kicked off the grass and flew into the air.

"Come back, child!" Madam Hooch was horrified and shouted loudly to the sky.

But the round-faced little wizard couldn't control his broom at all, and could only rise straight up, like a cork spraying out of a 1982 champagne bottle -

Ten feet... fifteen feet... twenty feet...

Lycos looked up at his terrified, pale face and sighed secretly.

Although in the original story, this Neville Longbottom was indeed nothing serious.

However, the well-educated 21st-century college students who still have a conscience could not bear to watch a little boy fall from a high altitude in front of them.

What if the plot takes a turn and a more serious accident occurs?

It's a pity that Lycos still knows too few spells now. He doesn't know if the levitation spell he just learned from the textbook a few days ago can withstand the force of falling at high speed...

Finally, Neville's arm, which had turned into a black dot, lost its strength and slipped off the side of the broom, falling down at a faster speed than when he rose just now.

Madam Hooch, without her wand to cast any spells, tried to hop on her broomstick to get him, but it was too late.

Lycos took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and clenched his wand tightly in his hand -

"Wingard..."

“Aresto Momentum!”

Just before Lycos finished chanting the levitation spell, another cold voice sounded first.

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Chapter 24 Alas, I ended up being a villain

Neville's body seemed to hit an invisible sponge pad, and he stopped gently in mid-air for a second before hitting the grass with a "pa" sound.

Lycos turned around in surprise and saw Cassandra's long golden hair and cold face at the end of the Slytherin team.

Cassandra noticed Lykos's gaze, her expression eased slightly, and she nodded slightly to him.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Are you all right, kid?"

Just then, Madam Hooch's worried voice rang out.

She threw away the broom in her hand, ran to Neville, squatted down, and carefully examined his body.

"I... I'm fine." Neville moved his nose and mouth out of the sunken grass and said incoherently, "It seems someone helped me, thank... thank you."

"Oh, yes, there was a perfect slowing spell just now. I can't believe it was used by a freshman." Madam Hooch stood up and looked at the end of the Slytherin queue.

When she saw Cassandra, she smiled. "Very good, the little lady did a great job. Let me think... Oh, and ten points for Slytherin!"

For the first time, the little wizards in Gryffindor did not envy Slytherin's extra points, and even Neville's friends applauded enthusiastically.

On the other hand, most of the Slytherin snakes were not very interested in the extra points.

"Lex, I really don't understand. Why did she save a Gryffindor?" Draco tapped his palm with the broom, frowning. "If it were you, I should have just let that big idiot fall to the ground!"

His thoughts represented the opinions of most of the young Slytherin wizards.

These xenophobic young wizards could not accept that a Slytherin "one of their own" would actually go to save a student from their rival college.

Lycos looked at this scene and laughed.

"So, when you are fully capable of rescuing someone, would you just watch someone die?" His voice turned cold.

Draco's tone paused.

"This... isn't he dead?" he stammered.

"That's because Cassandra saved him. What if no one had saved him?" Lycos continued, "Falling from this height, if he had landed on his head, do you think he would have broken his neck?"

In fact, the little wizards present were only eleven or twelve years old, and none of them had personally witnessed the darkness of the Wizarding War ten years ago. Their understanding of death was still very abstract.

When Lycos mentioned that someone might die in front of him, Draco's first reaction was confusion, then fear.

Then, as if he thought he couldn't be so cowardly, Draco forced his chin up and said stubbornly:

"Even if he dies, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Do you really think so?" Lycos let out a long breath. "For the rest of your life, every time you think about the time you had the opportunity to save a life but didn't do it, the pangs of conscience you feel won't have anything to do with you?"

"Well, even if you say you have no conscience--" Draco wanted to be stubborn, but Lycos interrupted him first.

"Think about it for a moment. If someone were to die here unexpectedly, do you think this would highlight the dangers of this class? Do you think your beloved flying class would be able to continue?"

"Furthermore, even though the Longbottom family is now in decline, it still has its former heritage... Their heir died at Hogwarts. Do you think Hogwarts might be closed? How would you continue your studies?"

"Even if it wasn't a special occasion like Hogwarts, if a stranger died in front of you, would you be identified as a suspect and taken in for questioning by the Ministry of Magic? Would his family blame you and misunderstand you?"

"So, Draco, do you still think that other people's life and death have nothing to do with you?"

Lycos's series of questions completely confused Draco.

Crabbe and Goyle on the side put the fat fist into their mouths in surprise, staring at Lex with wide eyes in confusion.

"I...you...but..." Draco stuttered, unable to come up with a rebuttal for a long time.

Lycos patted his shoulder and chuckled.

The fact that he could be persuaded means that this guy can still be saved.

Meanwhile, Madam Hooch had helped Neville up from the ground and insisted on taking him to the infirmary for a checkup.

"Professor, I'm really fine." Neville patted his muddy robe tremblingly, with tears of fear on his face. "There's nothing wrong with me... nothing."

"Let Madam Pomfrey take a look at you." Madam Hooch brushed the dirt off Neville's shoulders and helped him walk to the end of the lawn. "You're so scared after falling from such a height that you can hardly speak clearly."

Halfway through the walk, she suddenly turned around.

"I'm taking this child to the hospital, and no one of you is allowed to move!" Madam Hooch said to the other little wizards in the class.

"Put your brooms back where they belong, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'Quidditch'! Come on, kids."

Lycos watched this scene and nodded secretly.

What follows should be a normal plot. Draco steals Neville's Memory Ball, and then clashes with Harry. In the end, Harry shows off his excellent flying skills and successfully attracts Professor McGonagall's attention...

However, he waited for a long time but did not hear Draco's laughter.

Lycos turned his head in confusion and saw Draco standing there with a confused look on his face, the broom in his hand hanging limply on the grass. How could he have the mind to laugh at Neville?

"It's broken." Lycos slapped his forehead.

Perhaps it was because of his series of profound truths that Draco was now completely lost in the confusion of life...

This wouldn't do. He was planning to take advantage of the conflict between Draco and Harry in the flying class to complete the task he promised to Voldemort!

Lycos thought it could be salvaged.

"Draco, I suddenly remembered, haven't you always wanted to make trouble for Harry Potter?" He said seriously, as if he had just remembered it.

"Now's the perfect time. You can use your best skill, flying, to compete with him and teach this guy a lesson for not giving you face!"

Draco's eyes lit up, and the confusion disappeared in an instant.

"Yeah, now that the professor is away, I can totally fly for a while!"

He excitedly picked up the broom, ran to Harry, and said in a provocative tone: "Harry - bastard! You grew up with Muggles, I guess you have never heard of what flying is?"

As he spoke, he mounted his broom and floated up from the grass. "If you're not a wimp, get on your broom and give it a try with me!"

Harry didn't even know if he could fly at that point, so of course he wouldn't agree.

So, Lycos threw the memory ball that Neville had dropped to Draco: "Take this, he will compete with you!"

After doing all this, Lycos looked up at the sky with a hint of sadness.

Alas, I ended up being a villain...

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Chapter 25 The Seeker Who Fell from the Sky

Draco excitedly took off with Neville's memory ball.

"Come and chase me if you dare, Pot!" He laughed loudly, "If you can catch me, I'll give it to you, hehehe..."

Harry was obviously unable to swallow this insult and suddenly grabbed his tattered broom.

"No!" A little brown-haired, buck-toothed witch from the Gryffindor team hurriedly stopped him. "Madam Hooch told us not to move. You're going to cause trouble for all of us!"

However, Harry was already in a frenzy at this point. He pushed her aside and rushed out, sitting astride the broom and kicking his feet hard on the grass -

So he rose.

The movement of controlling the broom seemed to be innate, and his robes fluttered behind him, and in the blink of an eye he flew in front of Draco.

"That's so cool, brother!" Red-haired Ron Weasley jumped up and down excitedly and shouted to the sky.

"Kill Malfoy and take back Neville's memory ball. Go!"

The brown-haired little witch Hermione Granger covered her mouth. She was worried about Harry's bold move for a while, and then seemed to have thought of something and became dejected.