Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Ms. Hooch will definitely not let him off. She even said that students who don't follow the rules will be expelled..."

Hermione shuddered at the thought of the word "expulsion".

However, when she saw the black-haired Slytherin boy opposite her watching the conflict in the sky with great interest, she became furious.

"Why did you give Neville's memory ball to Malfoy?!" Hermione walked up to Lecos angrily and questioned him.

"What? Are you talking about me?" Lycos was stunned for a moment and lowered his head to look at the angry little brown-haired witch in front of him.

"Yes, just now when Neville fell from the sky, I heard you cast a levitation spell to save him." Hermione said with a straight face, "I thought you were different from them!"

"You are slandering me! Why should I be different from them?" Lycos folded his hands in front of his chest and looked at the little witch in front of him.

"Can I understand that the Gryffindor students are trying to sow discord between me and my classmates?"

As for the three little ones in the protagonist group, Lycos has decided to keep a distance from them and does not want to have anything to do with these three guys who are always in danger.

"No...that's not what I meant," Hermione said quickly. "I just..."

"Don't explain what you mean. I'm not interested." Lycos raised his hand to interrupt her. "Let me tell you this, I cast the spell to save that guy just on a whim. I'm actually a villain normally."

As he spoke, he pulled the two fat guys, Crabbe and Goyle, to his side and made them stand behind him, one on each side.

"Look, with two ferocious-looking younger brothers following behind him, doesn't he look a bit like a villain?" Lycos spread his hands and said with a smile.

Crabbe and Goyle matched their movements with bared teeth and grins, putting on what they thought were murderous but actually foolish gestures.

They were completely unaware that Draco, who had always stood between the two followers, was being implied by Lycos...

At the same time, Draco, flying in the sky, felt very insecure without his two little brothers behind him to give him courage.

"Give it to me," Harry shouted, flying across from Draco and swishing his broom around. "Or I'll knock you off it!"

"Oh, really?" Draco said.

He wanted to laugh like he usually did, but looking at Harry's superb flying skills and reckless demeanor, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"So you're not going to take it?" Harry asked when he saw Draco was indifferent.

He seemed to know what to do naturally—lean forward and grip the broom tightly with both hands.

The next moment, the broom shot towards Draco like a javelin.

Draco could only take out his left hand, which was tucked into his trouser pocket to show off, and hold the broom handle to barely dodge the ball. However, the memory ball in his hand still seriously interfered with his flexibility in controlling the broom.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Harry turned around again, holding the broom firmly and facing him, ready to go.

"Well done, Harry!"

“Nice move!”

"Harry, kill Malfoy!"

"..."

There were several young Gryffindor wizards clapping below.

Harry, encouraged, waved an arm toward the lawn below.

Then he looked at Draco and shouted, "There's no Crabbe or Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy."

Draco had the same thought and at this moment he missed the sense of security of having two followers following him.

"If you want to catch the ball, you'll have to rely on your ability!" He shouted, throwing the glass ball high into the air. "Potter, aren't you very powerful? Can you catch it in the air?"

Neville's memory ball drew an arc and fell rapidly to the ground.

And in Harry's dynamic vision, which was extremely powerful despite his nearsightedness, the memory ball seemed to rise into the sky in slow motion, and then began to fall at the highest point.

He leaned forward, pointing his broom toward the ground.

The little wizards on the grass hardly saw Harry's movements. In the blink of an eye, he dived down at an accelerated speed, like a meteor sliding towards the ground.

"Harry, are you trying to kill yourself?!" Hermione no longer cared about arguing with Lecos, but just screamed in panic.

Ron also opened his mouth wide and looked at the sky in horror.

"Stop it, Harry, it's just a memory ball!"

With the sound of a whistling wind, mixed with the screams and whispers of the little wizards, the scene seemed to freeze -

Harry reached out and caught the glass ball just a foot above the ground.

The next moment, he suddenly straightened the broom handle with force and stopped falling.

Then he landed gently on the grass, still holding Neville's memory ball firmly in his palm.

……

While the young wizards were taking flying lessons, Professor McGonagall was still in her office, worrying about Gryffindor's Quidditch match in the next school year.

Ever since Charlie Weasley graduated, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had lost its most important player and a suitable seeker. She was even beginning to hope that a student who could play Quidditch would suddenly appear...

Almost at the same time, a young wizard in Gryffindor robes landed in front of her window and grabbed a glass ball at the critical moment -

"Lonsky fake?!"

Professor McGonagall looked at this scene in surprise and almost applauded.

Which Quidditch player is this, capable of such beautiful Quidditch skills? Professor McGonagall wondered.

Then she saw the little wizard's face.

"Harry Potter?!!!"

……

Chapter 26 Lycos, um...can you do me a favor?

Professor McGonagall frowned, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a tabby cat and quickly jumped out of the second-floor window.

After landing lightly on the ground, she turned back into the image of a serious professor in an emerald green robe, and holding up the hem of her robe, she ran to the lawn where the little wizards were taking flying lessons.

"I've been at Hogwarts for so many years... I've never seen anyone like you..."

Professor McGonagall was so surprised and angry that she couldn't speak. Her glasses flashed with anger, "How dare you do such a thing... If it weren't for... you would have broken your neck..."

The young wizards present were terrified when they saw Professor McGonagall, who pursed her lips tightly.

They automatically interpreted Professor McGonagall's fragmented words as:

"I've been at Hogwarts for all these years and I've never seen such an unruly student like you. How dare you do such a thing? If you weren't lucky, you would have broken your neck. Just expect to be expelled!"

"It's not his fault, Professor..." Hermione wanted to save Harry.

"Shut up, Miss Granger..."

"But Malfoy..." Ron was about to expose the culprit, Draco.

"Stop talking, Mr. Weasley." However, Professor McGonagall seemed to be very angry at this time and had no intention of listening to them. "Okay, Potter, follow me."

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, and Harry followed mechanically with a gloomy face.

Only after the two people walked away did Draco breathe a sigh of relief, threw the broom hidden behind him aside, and then showed a smug expression.

"Ahaha, Potter will definitely be expelled this time!" He raised his eyebrows at Crabbe and Goyle who stood on both sides of him again as usual. "See? This is the result of not giving me face!"

Lycos glanced at him.

"Ahem...Ah, Lycos, that's not what I meant!" Draco instantly recalled the scene when the Killing Curse passed by him, and felt a chill down his spine.

His expression immediately changed, and he said righteously, "You are our boss. How can that kid Pot compare to you?"

The corners of Lycos' mouth twitched, and he looked away with a dumb laugh.

"Actually, you're too happy too soon, Draco." He looked at Professor McGonagall and Harry walking away and said softly, "As far as I know, Professor McGonagall is an avid Quidditch fan..."

"Does this have anything to do with expelling Potter?" Crabbe scratched his head in confusion.

"Maybe Lecos means to kick Potter out of school like a batsman." Goyle thought creatively and chuckled.

Only Draco seemed to realize the problem, and his expression suddenly changed.

Lycos remembered Professor McGonagall's earlier words, which had become unclear due to surprise and anger.

There may be another meaning in her words——

"In all my years at Hogwarts, I've never seen such a talent for flying as yours. But how dare you do such a thing? Without such a gift, you would have broken your neck! It's a good thing you're okay, otherwise where would I find a Seeker like you?"

Besides, how could the savior be expelled?

Even if he drove a flying car to school in second grade or even crashed a Whomping Willow, he would only get a minor detention. So what would riding a broom in flying class mean?

……

Draco was in a bad mood.

Because his flying skills, which he was proud of, were crushed by a young wizard who had lived in the Muggle world for ten years and had never touched a flying broom.

The key issue was that the little wizard was a Gryffindor, and was Harry Potter, who did not give him face - even with Lecos's reminder, Draco found that there was a possibility that Potter would not be expelled.

This made Draco feel even worse!

"Don't worry about it, Draco. Even though you can't fly as fast as Potter, you are richer than him!" Goyle comforted him on the way to dinner.

"Shut up, Goyle!" Draco glared at him fiercely. "Judging from the way Potter spent money on his red-haired follower a while ago, I'm afraid all the money the Potter family earned from selling shampoo is in his hands."

When he thought about this, Draco found that he could feel even more uncomfortable.

His father Lucius was unwilling to give him more pocket money, even though his mother Narcissa secretly gave him a lot. But compared with the entire inheritance of the Potter family, what was this little change?

"Take it easy, Draco. Even though you can't fly as high as Potter and you're not as rich as Potter, you know more about magic than him!" Crabbe took over and comforted him.

Draco frowned and looked at Crabbe in confusion.

Why did his comfort make me so uncomfortable?

"But it's true." Draco was full of confidence again when he thought about Harry Potter having spent ten years in the Muggle world.

"Before Potter learns any spells, I must teach him a lesson with magic!"

As he spoke, he strode into the door of the Great Hall and walked straight to the Gryffindor table.

"Are you having your last supper, Potter?" Draco asked, still hoping against hope that Harry had been expelled. "When will you take the train back to your Muggle home?"

However, Harry's performance disappointed him.