Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

In this way, Lycos occasionally echoed a few words, following Bertha Jorkins who kept muttering along the way, passing the famous Magic Brothers Fountain -

It was a group of golden statues depicting a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf, all spraying water into the surrounding pools.

"It's right up front. Register your wand." Bertha Jorkins stood beside the golden gate at the end of the courtyard with her arms folded, and nodded towards the stands nearby. "Hurry up and don't waste time."

Lycos shrugged, took out the temporary wand he had prepared long ago, handed it to the staff on duty for registration, and then walked to the round hall on the other side with Bertha Jorkins.

There are many elevators here that lead to other floors of the Ministry of Magic.

"Where are we going?" Lycos asked curiously as she watched Bertha Jorkins press the button for the sixth underground floor. "The Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation?"

"Have you lost your mind?" Bertha Jorkins said bluntly, pointing to the elevator button. "Look, the Cooperative Department is on the fifth floor, and I pressed the sixth!"

"Crouch isn't in the Department of Cooperation right now, so what good would it do us to go there? We must go to the Department of Magical Transportation on the sixth floor and ask them to arrange a portkey for us. Otherwise, how can we get to the Director's manor?"

"Portkey?" Lycos was stunned. "Can't we just use the Floo Network?"

"I don't understand why. Anyway, Crouch never wanted to connect his house to the Floo Network. Every time he came to work, he Apparated to other places and borrowed someone else's fireplace..." Bertha Jorkins curled her lips.

Hearing this, the corners of Lycos' mouth twitched involuntarily.

He finally understood why this woman had caught Barty Crouch Jr. talking to the house-elf... It turned out that Crouch Manor was not even connected to the Floo Network, and Crouch had never thought that anyone would enter his house!

Bertha Jorkins had her memory erased, and she had no choice but to ask for it...

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Chapter 219 Strange Sounds at Crouch Manor

"Sixth floor, here we are – this floor houses the Department of Magical Transportation: the Floo Network Administration, the Apparition Testing Centre, the Broomstick Regulation and Control Department, and the Portkey Office."

As the elevator's emotionless prompt sounded, the elevator's metal folding sliding door opened.

Bertha Jorkins walked out first, her high heels clicking on the floor, and she didn't even bother to look back to see if Lycos was following her.

Lycos originally wanted to take a look at the structure of each floor of the Ministry of Magic, but seeing this, he had to give up and followed.

"Hey, I need a portkey to Crouch Manor!"

When Lycos reached the Portkey Office, Bertha Jorkins was already negotiating with the clerk there.

Or rather than negotiation, it was Bertha Jorkins's unilateral output—

"I'm afraid this isn't against the rules," the Portkey Office clerk said weakly.

"What's against the rules?" Bertha Jorkins held her waist and shouted loudly as she wandered around the empty sixth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic:

"This is an urgent matter for the Malfoy family. If they can't do business because of your rigidity, they will cut their donations to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry will be unable to pay salaries. An unqualified clerk like you will be laid off, and it will be difficult for you to find such a comfortable job in your life..."

Lycos was stunned as he looked at Bertha Jorkins who was shouting so loudly.

She said all my words, didn't she?

The clerk in the Portkey Office was just as stunned as Lycos. He was completely stunned... This clerk never expected that he was just working in an idle position and earning a salary, but he could actually make the entire Ministry of Magic unable to pay salaries?

"Ahem...it's not impossible to make an exception," the clerk stammered. "Um...Ms. Jorkins, could you please keep your voice down? I'll quietly open a door key for you..."

He took out an old teapot from the drawer, then looked around to make sure no one could see him, then took out his wand.

"Portus."

The old teapot trembled for a moment, emitting a strange blue light, then gradually became still and returned to its previous black appearance.

……

Lycos was still a little confused when he followed Bertha Jorkins out of the Ministry through the telephone booth.

The key to Crouch Manor was obtained so casually?

It was the old teapot, held in Bertha Jorkins's hand by a levitation charm, which had been cast by the clerk in the Portkey Office.

There was a protective spell inside the Ministry of Magic, and the portkey would not work inside; and the non-timed portkey would be activated as soon as it was touched, so Bertha Jorkins could not hold it directly with her hands.

"Hurry up, I'm still waiting to get off work on time." Bertha Jorkins turned around and glared at Lycos.

With that, she immediately lifted the levitation spell and placed her hand on the old teapot.

Seeing that the door key immediately began to tremble and shake, Lycos was startled and quickly put his hand on the other side of the teapot.

As soon as his hand touched the teapot, he seemed to be sucked up by an inexplicable force and could not break free no matter what he did.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was as if a hook suddenly hooked Lycos from behind his navel with irresistible momentum, and he left the ground with both feet and flew up...

"boom--"

Soon Lycos and Bertha Jorkins both stepped onto the ground.

The old teapot also fell to the ground with a "bang" from the hands of the two men.

To prevent Muggles from discovering and accidentally touching them, portkeys are usually made from old, common, and worthless junk, like this old teapot.

"That shouldn't be the case. You're a manager who runs around all day, but you don't seem to have used a door key much?" Bertha Jorkins stared at Lycos's face, which had been transformed by the Polyjuice Potion, and asked suspiciously.

"Ahem..." Lycos stroked his wind-blown hair and rubbed his forehead with his other hand. "I haven't used the portkey for a while. It's normal to feel a little dizzy."

Lycos certainly didn't look like he'd used a portkey much...because he hadn't used it much!

After all, Lecos was not the manager he played, but just an ordinary little wizard. How could he have many opportunities to use the portkey?

Fortunately, Bertha Jorkins didn't have the brains to think too much, and walked straight into Crouch Manor, ready to quickly find her immediate boss to sign, and then go home on time after get off work.

I don’t know if it was due to old Crouch’s negligence, the protective magic of Crouch Manor should have been very strict, but the door key could directly break through these defenses and enter the interior of the manor.

While watching Bertha Jorkins go to find Crouch who was obviously not there, Lecos naturally had his own things to do.

He found a deserted spot in the manor and raised his left hand.

A Dark Mark slowly emerged from his skin...even Polyjuice Potion couldn't suppress it.

It gradually deepened in color from light red to deep black.

Then, Lycos poked the tip of his wand at the forehead of the skull with the Dark Mark.

"laugh……"

The Dark Mark soon began to heat up and even emitted bursts of white smoke.

This way, nearby Death Eaters can be made aware of each other's positions... but it's a bit painful.

Of course, Lycos couldn't torture himself, so he quickly stopped casting the spell.

After casting the spell in a short time, he was able to determine the location of the nearest Death Eater with the Dark Mark... Conversely, that Death Eater should also know the location of Lycos.

That direction happened to be the direction Bertha Jorkins was heading.

"Jorkins--" Lycos stopped her immediately.

"What's wrong?" Bertha Jorkins turned around impatiently. "I have the impression that it's your Malfoy family who's anxious, not me!"

"Yes, so we need to assign tasks in advance." Lycos lied confidently, "You go find Mr. Crouch over there... Let me find him here, so we can move faster."

Bertha Jorkins thought about it with her weak brain and felt that it made sense, so she did not refute it and turned to the other side.

Seeing this, Lycos breathed a sigh of relief.

What he is going to do next cannot be known by anyone else...

"Master Barty, you can't go out. The master has told Twinkle not to let you go out..." A sharp voice came from deep inside the manor, "Twinkle won't let you leave the basement!"

"Get out of here!" A relatively young voice sounded from the side.

Then there was a sound of fighting and something falling.

Hearing these chaotic noises, Lycos took a deep breath and then quickened his pace...

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Chapter 220 A sudden life-and-death duel

Lycos had only taken a few steps when he unexpectedly met the same figure.

In front of me was a pale man with a few freckles on his face. His hair was as dry as straw. Although he was only thirty years old, the wrinkles on his face showed the vicissitudes of life of a man in his forties.

"Barty Crouch Jr." asked Lycos tentatively.

His body tensed up almost subconsciously, and his right hand in his sleeve clenched his wand.

Barty Crouch Jr. is not an easy character to deal with.

Various events in the original book prove that because of his father's indifference and his mother's doting, he developed a cold, evil, cruel, cunning, selfish and ruthless dark character. However, such a dark wizard is extremely loyal to Voldemort and is willing to die for him.

"Who are you? I have no impression of you." Little Barty frowned and looked at Lycos who was hidden by the Polyjuice Potion in front of him.

His expression was a little dazed, and his eyes seemed unfocused. Lycos knew that he was still under the influence of the Imperius Curse - for more than a decade, Barty Crouch Sr. had been using the Imperius Curse to control his son to prevent him from searching for the departed Dark Lord.

However, more than ten years have passed after all.

Perhaps Crouch Sr. felt that Voldemort was dead and would never return; perhaps he felt that Barty Crouch Jr. had been controlled for so long that he might have begun to think about reforming; or perhaps he was simply soft-hearted and couldn't bear to increase the power of the Imperius Curse...

In short, although Barty Crouch Jr. was still in a trance at this time, he was gradually showing signs of breaking free from the Imperius Curse.

What Lycos has to do is to strengthen the Imperius Curse on him.

"You don't need to know who I am." Leko deliberately rolled up his sleeves, revealing the inky Dark Mark on his left arm. "Barty Crouch, the Dark Lord's most loyal follower. You only need to know... you have never been forgotten."

A ray of light suddenly flashed in little Barty's dazed eyes, like the morning light piercing through the fog, almost breaking the shackles of the Imperius Curse on the spot.

"Did the master ask you to come?" His pale face flushed red as he asked anxiously, "He really isn't dead, is he?!"

"How could the Dark Lord die because of a minor setback?" Lycos' tone was unfathomable. "He will return one day, and his most loyal followers will naturally not be forgotten..."

"Buddy, I'm here to take you back."

Lycos raised a gentle smile and said, "Of course, before that, let me remove the Imperius Curse from you first..."

He slowly raised his wand, and a hint of desire appeared in Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes.

Under the influence of the Imperius Curse for many years, his mind was obviously a little confused - although he intuitively felt that something was wrong and inconsistent, the deep desire for Voldemort to return and to be freed from his restraints outweighed that intuitive feeling and also blocked his urge to resist.

"The soul leaves..."

However, before Lycos could finish the spell, he suddenly felt a push on his ribs, and his wand fell uncontrollably to the ground.

He subconsciously looked back and found a house-elf with his arms outstretched, blocking little Barty.