Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

He knew very well that in the original plot, tonight was the key point when Harry and his two companions learned about the existence of the three-headed dog.

From then on, they gradually embarked on the journey of finding the Philosopher's Stone. At the end of the semester, Harry killed Quirrell and drove away Voldemort with the protective magic in his blood.

Everything Lecos did was to drive away Voldemort so that he could safely spend the next few years of peaceful and stable school life.

Therefore, he was unwilling to change the direction of tonight's plot. Harry and his three friends must see this vicious dog!

"Oh, my dear Mrs. Norris, please help me smell where those naughty Gryffindors have gone!" Filch's voice faintly came from outside the door. "Why don't you leave, dear?"

"Oh my god, you're shaking. What's there to be afraid of here..."

"Oh, baby, it's my fault! Don't cry, don't cry, let's go and catch those troublemakers somewhere else, okay?"

Filch's voice faded away.

"Huh... Filch seems to have left." Harry moved his ears away from behind the door and breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems his cat is afraid of something nearby. We are lucky..."

But before he could finish his words, when Harry turned around, he understood what Mrs. Norris was afraid of -

"Merlin's underpants, what the hell is this!" Ron's voice screamed out before Harry did, "Damn, damn, damn..."

At this moment, the three-headed dog recovered from the surprise of the sudden arrival and let out a deafening roar.

"Come on, Malfoy, open the door!" Harry shouted hurriedly to Draco who was standing next to the bolt.

"I... my hands won't work..." Draco cried shamefully, "Dad, I don't want to die..."

As Draco was crying, a fishy wind had already blown to the young wizards, and three bloody mouths almost covered them.

"It's over."

Harry and Ron closed their eyes.

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"Ding ding dong dong..."

A burst of clear music came from somewhere, and it seemed as if a clear mountain spring was flowing in the fishy wind raised by the vicious dog.

Harry opened his eyes and found that the three-headed dog's six ferocious eyes had lost their luster, its eyelids drooped, and its body swayed unconsciously, as if it was drunk.

"Don't just stand there, get out of here."

Lycos turned the door handle and pushed open the door of the restricted area, while speaking to the people present.

The other five people finally reacted, rushed out of the door, turned around and slammed the door shut, breathing heavily.

Only then did Lycos finally relax his tense body. His left hand, hidden in his pocket, flipped the switch of a music box, and the music was completely hidden in the darkness.

The others thought that the music just now was just an illusion that appeared when they were about to die.

"Just...what just happened?" Hermione held her knees and asked, panting heavily, "Why did the big dog suddenly stop eating us?"

"Who knows?" Lycos spread his hands. "But I know Peeves might figure out I'm lying to him after a while."

"If you don't want to get caught again, hurry back to the lounge."

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Chapter 32: All it takes to get into Slytherin is a face

Draco ran back to the common room in a state of panic, muttering all the way that he would never go out at night again and that he would be a good student.

What happened today had a huge impact on his young mind.

Draco really didn't expect that someone would actually put a big monster into such a good school... He almost died!

"No, I can't just let it go like this. I want my dad to make the decision for me!"

Back in the dormitory, Draco paced back and forth amid the snoring of Crabbe and Goyle, his lips trembling so much that he could hardly speak clearly.

"My father is the school director. I'm going to tell him about this and ask him to expel the guy who let this big dog in!" He muttered to himself, "Oh, and then we can ask the Ministry of Magic to execute the dog..."

"What are you thinking about?" Lycos raised his hand to interrupt him. "What reason are you going to tell your father? Are you planning to tell others about our duel in the middle of the night and the fact that we broke into the restricted area?"

"So is this matter just over?" Draco was still reluctant.

"What else?" Lycos asked, "Since you returned intact, the appearance of a monster in Hogwarts Castle isn't a serious matter. At most, a professor will be placed on probation."

"I imagine Professor Kettleburn would be happy to accept this punishment. It's said that he received sixty-two detentions during his time as Professor of Care of Magical Creatures..."

Hearing this, Draco finally gave up hope of punishing the big dog.

"So annoying!" He fell heavily on the bed, rolling around with gritted teeth.

"By the way, please return this to Daphne Greengrass for me later." Lycos took out the music box that had been of great use to him from his pocket.

"It's finished so quickly?" Draco sat up in bed. "I have no idea why you're asking girls to borrow this kind of thing. I don't see how much you like listening to music..."

"It's always good to cultivate one's sentiments." Lycos smiled mysteriously, "I'm going to send a letter to the grocer in Hogsmeade and buy one for myself... with your money."

"It's fine if you use my money, it's not that expensive," Draco said nonchalantly. "But speaking of which, I seemed to hear a few noises from that monster today. Did you hear them?"

"No." Lycos said casually, "Maybe you heard it wrong."

The two of them chatted casually, and fell into a deep sleep due to mental tension and physical fatigue.

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The next day, when Lycos and Draco arrived at the Great Hall, they saw several young wizards at the Gryffindor table at a glance.

Although Harry and Ron looked a little tired, they seemed very happy. In contrast, Draco not only stayed up late, but also often dreamed about the big three-headed dog and woke up in fear.

It seems that Harry and Ron are indeed the reckless Gryffindors who regarded seeing the three-headed dog as a wonderful adventure and are eager to experience it again...

"They're lucky this time. I'll definitely find a chance to teach these two a lesson next time." Draco said indignantly, then pouted and walked towards the Slytherin table.

This time, Lycos was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he pretended to be careless and lingered beside the Gryffindor table, eavesdropping on the topic discussed by Harry and the others.

"I saw a package in Gringotts before. That big dog should be guarding that package." Harry said in a low voice.

"It's either extremely valuable or extremely dangerous," Ron made his judgment.

"Or maybe both," Harry nodded. "But I only know it's about two inches long, and nothing else."

"Harry, don't think too much. This matter has nothing to do with us!" Hermione turned her head and scolded, "Do you want to encounter the danger of yesterday again?"

"So what if we encounter it again? We've returned safe and sound, haven't we?" Ron retorted immediately.

The two soon got into an argument.

Lycos, who was pretending to polish shoes, squatted nearby and listened for a while, then nodded secretly.

From the topics discussed by Harry and the others, it can be seen that these little wizards are indeed beginning to be curious about what the three-headed dog is guarding. What happened yesterday was an opportunity for them to discover the Philosopher's Stone.

It seems that the direction of the plot has not changed much.

Lycos returned to the Slytherin table with satisfaction and sat down, picking up his fork and tapping it on the golden plate.

A portion of bacon and fried eggs immediately appeared on the plate.

"Lexus, my music box is pretty good, isn't it?" A little witch came over and asked happily.

"It's a very useful music box. Thank you, Daphne." Lycos nodded to her. "I was just about to buy one for myself."

"If you need it, I can give it to you." Daphne said, secretly admiring Lycos's dark golden eyes and outstanding face.

"Thank you for your kindness, Daphne, but I'm more accustomed to using the ones I bought myself." Lycos shook his head and politely declined.

Having a handsome face that was recognized by Voldemort did bring a lot of convenience to Lecos, and he was able to quickly establish friendly relationships with other Slytherin witches.

When Tom Riddle first entered school, as a poor student from an orphanage, he seemed to have used those little witches who were obsessed with looks as a breakthrough point and was gradually accepted by Slytherin.

Not only does Lecos have this face, he also has Draco from the Malfoy family as his younger brother, so the progress is much smoother than that of Riddle.

But sometimes it was quite troublesome to have such a face. The pure-blooded little witches in Slytherin were all quite precocious and would occasionally bring him some unnecessary trouble...

For example, today, Lecos clearly discovered that several little boys from Theodore Nott's side had a lot of hostility towards him.

"You guys are talking about the music box?"

At this moment, a clear and cold voice sounded.

Lycos turned around and instantly saw a head of shining golden hair and a pair of emerald eyes.

"Cassandra?"

He and Daphne looked at the little witch in front of them in surprise.

Cassandra's personality was too cold, and she seldom paid attention to other young wizards who tried to talk to her. Gradually, everyone began to isolate her, as if she didn't exist in Slytherin.

She also enjoys the quiet and rarely takes the initiative to talk to others.

It is precisely because of this that Cassandra, who took the initiative to ask Lycos questions, is particularly valuable.

"Did you use this music box yesterday?" Cassandra spoke again in a clear voice.

Her emerald eyes stared straight at Lycos, with a hint of inquiry in them.

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Chapter 33 If you admit that you are a waste, then you are invincible

"What's wrong? Are you interested in it too?" Lycos asked casually.

"Hmm, that looks quite interesting." Cassandra curled her lips slightly, her cold demeanor suddenly becoming much less cold. "If today's letter hasn't been sent out yet, could you buy me one as well?"

"Of course." Lycos pulled Draco's pocket watch over and took a look. "The owl will be here in a few minutes. I'll just order an extra one from the boss then..."

"By the way, do you have any favorite music? I'll take note of it for you."

"Anything is fine, just the same as you want." Cassandra didn't seem to care much.

Then, she abruptly changed the subject: "I haven't had time to ask, is the wound on your arm healed?"

Lycos's tone paused.

He raised his head and looked carefully at the little witch beside him, and always felt that there was some inexplicable scrutiny in her eyes.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm almost healed now." Lycos calmly turned his left arm over and placed the Dark Mark on the table. "Healing is always a continuous process. There's no point in being impatient."

"You're right, but Madam Pomfrey can shorten the process as much as possible." Cassandra said, "Is it really not necessary to go to the school infirmary?"

"That's not necessary. I know what I'm doing." Lycos shook his head.