Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

He suddenly realized how much of a hindrance the Dark Mark was.

As a young wizard living in a community at Hogwarts, it was impossible for Lycos to keep the bandage wrapped around his arm for a long time in order to cover up the Dark Mark... Such abnormal behavior would sooner or later attract other people's attention.

What's more, it's actually okay now that it's autumn, and there won't be any big problems after winter comes, but there will always be a time when summer comes -

In summer, the little wizards all wear short-sleeved shirts. If someone still wears long sleeves, it will also look strange.

This pretty much destroyed all of Lycos's methods of hiding the Dark Mark.

At this moment, a flock of owls flapped their wings and flew in from the window, interrupting Lycos's thoughts and Cassandra's questions.

Every morning at a quarter past eight, these messengers stationed in the Owl Tower would fly to the Hogwarts Great Hall to deliver letters or pick up letters from their masters and send them out.

At this time, the students have generally finished their meals, and there is still some time before the first class in the morning, which is just the right time to read and send letters.

This habit in the wizarding world is somewhat similar to the time Muggles read newspapers, also in the free time after breakfast.

"Goyle, drink your milk quickly, or you'll be knocked over by an owl." Draco pushed Goyle, who was still eating voraciously. "Last time, it was your drink that got my letter wet."

Goyle nodded quickly, drank a whole cup of milk into his mouth with a dragon's swallow, and then burped longly.

Draco then raised his head with confidence and searched for his own owl among the flock of owls.

"Hey, look what that is?" he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Lycos looked where Draco pointed and saw six almost identical owls with long ears, carrying a long and thin package together.

"It looks like a stick." Crabbe gave his guess.

"I think it's a water pipe. Some bathroom equipment needs repair." Draco also speculated.

Lycos also looked at the six owls with a little curiosity.

It wasn't until they swirled down and landed right on the Gryffindor table, knocking the bacon off the table in front of Harry, that Lycos remembered what it meant.

"A broom, I suppose," he said.

"A broom?" Draco raised an eyebrow in surprise. "They threw the package to Potter, so Potter bought it?"

"Maybe." Lycos said noncommittally.

"Excellent!" Draco slapped his thigh. "First-year students aren't allowed to bring brooms to Hogwarts! Will Potter be punished this time?"

As he spoke, he once again couldn't help but want to make trouble for Harry, so he pulled Crabbe and Goyle and stood up.

"Lex, I'll leave my owl to you. I'm going to go see what kind of crappy broom Potter bought!"

Three men, one thin and two fat, strode out of the hall and blocked the way for the savior Harry and his good brother Ron who were about to go out to open the package.

Lycos sighed.

Draco is a typical supporting character in the original novel. Almost every time he provokes Harry, he gets slapped in the face, but he never tires of it...

Ignoring the three fools who were making themselves miserable, Lycos turned his attention to Draco's owl.

This is a small species of owl named Pico, with light yellow feathers, which is somewhat similar to the hair color of the Malfoy family.

At this time, Pico was stealing the nuts that Crabbe had not finished eating on the long table in front of Lycos.

"Two music boxes, a brand new quill, a bottle of ink... maybe ask the grocer to pick up some Honeydukes candy for me."

Lycos wrote a list quickly on a narrow piece of parchment.

Since he wasn't spending his own money, he naturally bought everything he could think of. These second-hand school supplies brought by his predecessor were so useless that they couldn't be used for even a second!

……

Draco and the other two came back not long after, looking a little dejected.

"What's wrong? In what way did Potter beat us again?" Lycos released the light yellow owl Pico and turned around to ask casually.

"Potter got a Nimbus 2000, which is the most advanced flying broomstick available today." Draco sat back in his seat, gritting his teeth. "And the professors all know about this..."

"Does this mean that for a first-year student like Potter to own a broomstick is now in compliance with school rules?"

"I don't understand."

Draco tilted his head back and drank a glass of non-alcoholic butterbeer, looking depressed.

"It's actually normal. After all, you gave Potter the stage to show his flying skills." Lycos poked Draco's sore spot again.

"Professor McGonagall saw Potter catch the glass ball with her own eyes. It's not impossible for her to make an exception and hire him as Gryffindor's Seeker."

Draco's expression got even worse.

"But it was you who urged me to challenge Potter to a flying competition!" he protested.

"I just think you're overconfident and think you're invincible." Lycos spread his hands and shifted the blame back to Draco. "You might as well admit that you're useless now. Then you'll be invincible!"

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Chapter 34 Lycos: I have no choice but to serve the Dark Lord!

September 1991, 9, was Lycos's second weekend at Hogwarts.

For other young wizards, weekends often mean rest, playing, entertainment or doing other things they like... However, for Lecos, weekends mean that he has to face the difficult Quirrell and Voldemort again.

Early in the morning, Lycos woke up to the snoring of Crabbe and Goyle.

He rehearsed his next words, then walked to the mirror in the dormitory and adjusted his expression.

"You're already handsome enough, there's no need to tidy up anymore," a mouth suddenly opened from the brass bracket under the mirror and said, "Leave some room for your roommate to live."

"Thank you." Lycos's anxiety was slightly alleviated, and he smiled. "Please help me check my expression. Is the emotion on my face obvious?"

"Oh, my dear little Slytherin wizard, there is no such thing as emotion on your face!" The mirror opened and closed its mouth exaggeratedly, causing the faucet in front of it to shake.

"Since I was created, I've met hundreds of little wizards, but I've never seen anyone like you—it's impossible to tell what you're thinking just by looking at your expression!"

"Really?" Lycos thought thoughtfully.

Of course, there is no need for a mirror to lie.

If the thinking ability given to it by the magic of Hogwarts is reliable enough, then it means that... Lekos is not only born with the ability to occlumency, but his expression also comes with the talent of hiding his true emotions.

This is much more convenient.

Lycos's smile became a little more sincere. He took out his wand and tapped it on the mirror:

Scourgify

"Oh, that's great!" The mirror twisted its frame with satisfaction. "Thank you, handsome little wizard!"

"You're welcome."

Lycos nodded at the mirror, then walked straight out of the dormitory and headed towards the eighth floor of the main tower with ease.

……

The sky was dim in the early morning, and the faint morning light shone through the dirty windows of Hogwarts.

The dim candlelight illuminated the tranquility. The entire castle was immersed in a quiet atmosphere. Most of the little wizards were still asleep and no one broke the silence.

At this time in the early morning, usually only the studious young wizards of Ravenclaw would wake up for morning reading, and most of them would choose the library and the lawn with the fragrance of green grass. Few people would go to the eighth floor of the main tower.

Lycos's footsteps echoed faintly on the marble floor of the corridor, and he walked up a series of long and short movable stairs, all the way to the opposite side of the tapestry where the giant monster beat Barnabas stupidly with a club.

"The Dark Lord's gathering place..."

He walked back and forth in the corridor three times, muttering to himself.

Soon, the smooth door of the Room of Requirement appeared on the rough wall.

"Lex, you're just in time." After the door closed, Quirrell's voice came from behind a table.

Unlike his cowardly and stuttering demeanor during class, Quirrell's voice now sounded particularly calm and indifferent.

There were many bottles and jars on the table in front of him, as well as a large crucible. Thick hot steam was coming out of the crucible, and a very unpleasant smell wafted over from it.

"Thanks to you for diverting Filch and some secret attention away from the trophy room, I had the opportunity to enter that restricted corridor and take a look."

Quirrell said to Lycos as he poured the potion from a cup into the crucible.

"There's a three-headed dog of hell in that corridor... This is the conclusion I came to after repeatedly searching the library for information these past two days."

"The three-headed dog of hell?" Lycos made a puzzled expression at the right time.

"You don't need to know what it is. Just let me deal with it. It has nothing to do with you." Quirrell said in a deep voice, "You just need to cooperate with my actions at the critical moment..."

"So that... the three-headed dog of Hell is not easy to deal with?" Lycos asked. "From the looks of you, it seems that you didn't help the Dark Lord get the Philosopher's Stone."

"You don't understand! That beast is too resistant to magic. Normal spells have no effect on it at all!"

Quirrell put down the cup and shook his head with a somewhat grim expression.

"And the most crucial thing is, if we can't resolve this quickly, the beast's barking will definitely attract the attention of others..."

"I don't think that old fox Dumbledore would use only one dog to protect the Philosopher's Stone. If he alerts others, I won't have a chance to break the other protections."

"Okay, I understand." Lycos nodded seriously. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Not yet," Quirrell said, picking up the stirring rod and stirring the crucible.

"The master told me a recipe for an enhanced version of the Living Hell Decoction, but it needs to be brewed for a month...so my next move should be on Halloween."

"When the time comes, you will help me distract Dumbledore and the others, and I will use this potion to hypnotize that beast and try to seize the opportunity to get the Philosopher's Stone in one go!"

"But how can I divert other people's attention?" Lycos asked calmly.

He actually knew very well in his heart that Quirrell was planning to use the trolls he brought into Hogwarts, but he could only pretend not to know on the surface and asked Quirrell what he thought.

"Don't worry, I will release a giant monster." As expected, Quirrell came up with this idea.

"During the Halloween dinner, all teachers and students will gather in the Great Hall... If there is any danger, Dumbledore will definitely arrange for all teachers and students to evacuate. Then no students will be able to disturb me."

"But if I do as you say, I will evacuate with all the teachers and students. How can I help you?" Lycos asked.

"Don't be impatient. Listen to me first." Quirrell calmly covered the cauldron and walked out from behind the table. "And you, Lycos, just leave the banquet in the middle of it."

"I'll tell you the approximate location of the troll. Then, as long as you pretend to be a freshman who has encountered the troll and call for help, you can easily divert the professors who are supposed to be defending the restricted area to rescue you."

"Of course, it's a bit dangerous for you to face a giant monster alone, but there's nothing we can do about it..."

Quirrell laughed sinisterly.

It was clear that even though they were all working for Voldemort, he never cared about the lives of others.