Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

As he was speaking, he suddenly felt someone poking him in the back.

"What are you doing?" Ron turned around and glared at Hermione behind him in confusion.

"Did you notice that Harry didn't understand what you were saying at all..." Hermione whispered.

Ron was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead heavily.

He only told Harry what a wizard duel was, and completely forgot about dueling etiquette...

"Ahem...it doesn't matter!" Ron waved his hand violently and stood in front of Harry. "Malfoy, we don't even need to send out the strongest Harry Potter. I can knock you down by myself!"

Draco was about to laugh at his arrogance, but Lycos stepped forward first.

"What a coincidence, we don't need Draco to take action first." Lycos chuckled.

"Let me try it with you first..."

The moonlight shines through the window into the trophy display room, and the crystal glass cabinets displaying the trophies sparkle in the moonlight.

In the darkness, trophies, shields, medals and statues gleamed with silver and gold light, barely providing some light for the six young wizards present.

Lycos and Ron walked to the most spacious open space, put some distance between each other, and then, according to the etiquette between wizard duels, they put their wands upright in front of their chests and bowed to each other.

"Then I'll do it. Don't blame me if I hurt you!" Ron shouted first.

His face was tense, and his eyes were nervously focused on the wand in Lycos's right hand, fearing that a spell would suddenly be shot out from there...

Compared to the nervous Ron, Lycos seemed much more relaxed, with his wand hanging naturally at his side and a faint smile on his face.

"Please."

Lycos spread out his left hand and made a "please" gesture to Ron.

He was well aware of Ronald Weasley's current level of magic, and knew that instead of worrying about his spells, he should worry more about him secretly throwing a punch.

Sure enough, Ron frowned and pondered for a long time before he finally remembered a spell and recited it out in a very unconfident manner -

"Daisy, sweet cream, and sunshine, change the color of this somewhat handsome student!"

Nothing happened at the scene.

Lycos: “…”

If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be a prank Fred and George had played on Ron, a completely made-up spell that Ron had once used on Scabbers on the Hogwarts Express.

"Ron, are you sure this is a spell?" Hermione was the first to ask.

"And even if it really is a spell... why would you change the opponent's color during a duel?" This time even the taciturn Neville couldn't help but ask.

"What do you know? I'm doing this to prevent him from getting hurt!" Ron said stubbornly, "Letting the opponent feel my power through this spell is called conquering the enemy without fighting!"

"I think you only know this one fake spell?" Lycos shook his head.

He secretly glanced at the time and found that the minute hand of the clock had pointed to the number "10", and it was ten past twelve.

"In that case, let me show you a spell."

Lycos raised his wand towards Ron and began to recite the spell that Quirrell had taught him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class:

"Slug (Slugulus Eructo)."

Before he finished the spell, he deliberately tilted the tip of his wand.

A beam of light green light shot out from the tip of the wand, seemingly aiming at Ron's head, but it was actually aimed at Ron's back -

Ron was startled and immediately squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, screaming.

The slug curse cast by Lycos passed directly past Ron's original position and hit a huge trophy squarely.

The trophy fell backwards and hit the crystal glass case behind it heavily...

"boom!"

"Crash..."

Accompanied by a sharp shattering sound in the trophy display room, it was like a thunderclap in such a quiet environment!

The glass shattered into pieces, flying everywhere, rolling in the air, reflecting cold light of gold or silver, and finally falling to the ground, causing a series of crackling sounds.

The young wizards present opened their mouths wide and looked out the door in horror.

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Chapter 29 The final step of the plan

The sound of the trophy hitting the glass case and the glass shattering was so loud that it almost echoed throughout the entire floor of the castle.

"Oops!"

The little wizards shouted in unison in their hearts.

"It's over! The sound of the trophy will definitely attract Filch!" Hermione's voice was filled with tears. "I knew that coming out with you today would not end well. We will definitely be expelled!"

"We shouldn't have chosen the trophy room for the duel. There's too much clutter here." Ron covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight of the mess. "Looking at it now, it's a good thing I don't know any other spells."

"But, Ron, I don't think you could cast such a powerful spell even if you knew other spells..." Harry added secretly.

In short, the young wizards no longer had any intention of continuing the duel. They just wanted to escape from here quickly to prevent Filch or other professors from catching them wandering around the castle at night...

"I heard you guys here!"

A vicious voice suddenly pierced through the darkness and entered the trophy display room from outside the door.

The young wizards froze at the same time.

In order to avoid being caught by Filch, they could only choose to temporarily hide behind trophies or cabinets and hold their breath.

"Sniff around, my dear, where they might be hiding."

It was Filch speaking to his cat, Mrs. Norris.

Draco was terrified and kept winking at Lycos, asking him to think of a solution.

However, Lycos had no choice but to give him a helpless look.

In Lecos's opinion, being caught by Filch was actually no big deal. At most, he would lose some school points and be put in detention for a few days. As long as he could gain Voldemort's trust, it would be worth it.

Besides, it was he who called Filch over!

Judging by the time, Quirrell should have already entered the restricted corridor on the east side of the fourth floor, Lycos thought.

Just then, he saw Harry waving his wand frantically at the other three young Gryffindor wizards in the dim light reflected from the glass cabinet and the trophy, signaling them to follow him as quickly as possible.

"Come on, we'll follow too." Lycos winked at Draco.

Fortunately, the trophy room had two doors, and Filch was alone, so he couldn't block both sides.

The young wizards walked silently towards the door away from Filch's voice, standing on tiptoe to avoid making any sound.

Draco and Lycos had barely turned the corner of the showroom when they heard Filch's scream of impotent rage as he stepped on broken glass—

"Ah, my feet... Who on earth messed this up?! I swear, I'll catch you!"

A sharp cat cry sounded.

Lycos turned around and saw a skinny, dark gray cat staring at them warily with its yellow eyes in the dim light.

"Hurry, it seems we have been discovered by Mrs. Loris!" he quickly reminded.

Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Norris's cry attracted Filch's attention, and then a ferocious old man holding a dirty kerosene lamp rushed over.

Neville turned his head and took a look, and was immediately frightened by the ferocious Filch.

He couldn't help but let out a scream of fear and ran away...

But even with the moonlight shining on the corridor at night, it was still a little dark. Neville accidentally tripped over an armored foot in the corridor.

He instinctively grabbed Ron's waist, and Ron fell down with him. The two of them fell onto a suit of armor, knocking the armor off the wall and onto the ground.

Suddenly, there were loud "clang" and "crash" sounds, which were even louder than the sound of the trophy smashing through the glass display case, and almost enough to wake up the entire castle!

In this case, there is no point in hiding your tracks any longer.

"Run!" Harry shouted, and ran at full speed along the corridor with the three little wizards of Gryffindor, not even daring to look back to see if Filch was catching up.

Lycos and Draco also sneaked in among the four red-collared Gryffindors...

"Stop, I see you!" Filch shouted behind him. "I knew it was you naughty Gryffindors!"

The little wizards became even more frightened and almost used all their strength to cry.

They skirted the doorposts and raced through corridor after corridor, Harry at the head of the pack, barely able to tell where they were or which direction they were heading...

He just listened to the occasional directions given by someone in the team, whether it was Neville or Ron, and ran around in circles to the vicinity of the Charms classroom, away from the trophy display room and the restricted corridor on the east side.

"I think we've lost him," panted Harry.

He leaned against the cold wall and shook off the sweat that kept pouring out of his forehead.

"By the way, who was directing the way just now? We actually...actually didn't get lost, and we managed to get rid of Filch all the way."

Harry looked at Ron: "Ron, were you the one who showed me the way?"

Ron shook his head, wiping the sweat from his face with the sleeve of his second-hand robes.

"Neville?" Harry turned his head to look at another person.

At this time, Neville was bent over, panting, and waved his hands repeatedly after hearing the question.

"That's strange. I clearly heard someone giving me directions..." Harry frowned in confusion.

At this moment, a voice rang out from a distance away from the little wizards of Gryffindor:

"Don't look for it anymore. I showed you the way."

The four young Gryffindor wizards turned their heads together and looked over, then they all showed surprised expressions.

"Why are you still here?!" Ron's eyes quickly showed a hint of vigilance.

Hermione also asked in surprise: "I remember that the Slytherin common room is underground. You should not be going to the same place as us?"

Harry and Neville nodded in agreement.

"We have to get rid of Filch before we can go downstairs, otherwise it would be disastrous if he follows us to Professor Snape's office." Lakos spread his hands, "Don't be so nervous. If I hadn't shown you the way just now, it's hard to say whether you could get rid of Filch!"

Hearing this, the hostility on Harry's face faded slightly.