Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

He hadn't even remembered what the homework Professor Binns had assigned him was, let alone how to start doing it.

"It seems to be the story of the weirdo Merrick and the villain Ulric." Draco flipped open the History of Magic textbook and glanced at it, then said casually, "Oh, no, I got it wrong. It's the villain Ulric and the weirdo."

Then he sighed in disappointment and took out two pieces of parchment from his backpack: "It seems that you really didn't do your homework. I was hoping to copy yours... It seems that I can only make do with Crabbe and Goyle's."

Lycos looked at the crooked and distorted handwriting on the two pieces of paper and couldn't help but widen his eyes:

"You dare to copy their homework?"

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Chapter 40 The Correct Way to Make Up Homework

"What can I do? No one wants to do History of Magic homework." Draco complained loudly, "Who knew that ghost could assign a paper a foot long? We are only first year!"

"So those two guys, Crabbe and Goyle...why are they willing to do this assignment?" Lycos looked puzzled.

"Of course they don't want to!" Draco sneered. "Of course I couldn't find anyone else's homework to copy, so I forced them to do it."

Lycos: "...You are really amazing."

He looked at the blank parchment in front of him and sighed deeply.

I never thought I'd have to worry about homework after re-living my life. None of the things I learned before were useful at all...

After a careful review, I found that the homework assignments for several main subjects were actually quite useful for learning magic and were not difficult to cope with.

What else can I do? Write!

……

By the time Lecos had finished several main course tasks, it was already midnight before he knew it.

For example, the assignments for Transfiguration and Charms were relatively simple. All I had to do was summarize my understanding of the content and then copy down the definitions a few times.

Lycos was in the vortex and was eager to improve his magic level. After all, he was a good student who listened to the lectures carefully, so it was natural for him to write some thoughts and summaries.

The homework for Potions and Herbology requires hands-on practice and recording, which is a bit troublesome, but these two classes are not on Mondays, so they can be postponed for a few days.

All that's left is History of Magic homework...

Speaking of which, Hogwarts: A History of Magic does tell a lot of historical knowledge about the wizarding world, but most of them are unpopular and boring stories that you can't know from the original novel.

These things are of no use to Lecos, who is eager to improve his strength.

"How about I learn from other people's homework?" Lycos thought to himself, and subconsciously looked at Draco's homework paper.

Then he froze.

"Didn't you copy your homework? Why haven't you finished it yet?"

"Don't mention it, just look at what kind of crap Crabbe and Goyle wrote!" Draco leaned back in his chair dejectedly, looking like he was about to cry but couldn't.

"I finally managed to understand what they wrote, but it turned out to be completely nonsense. Furthermore, each word was as wide as two fingers, and there were two fingers between each line. There were only a few words in the one-foot-long paper!"

"I really shouldn't have trusted those two idiots. How can I possibly copy this kind of homework?"

Lycos took a look at Draco's painful expression, took a piece of parchment curiously, looked at the crooked name "Vincent Crabbe" on it, and then looked at the content below -

This is more of an abstract painting than a paper.

The handwriting was incomprehensible and everywhere, with only four or five lines in a foot-long space, and even several lines were filled with only one word.

All I can say is, Crabbe is such a fool...

"I really shouldn't have counted on these two idiots. I must write to tell Dad." Draco was still muttering angrily, "The two friends he found for me are really bad..."

The problem is that you just treat them as followers, Lycos thought.

Speaking of writing letters, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Draco, have the two music boxes I ordered from the grocery store in Hogsmeade arrived?" Lycos asked. "It's been two days, so the boss should have the goods ready, right?"

"Oh, that one, you mean? It was delivered this morning." Draco waved his hand. "I put it on your bed, but you were in the library the whole time and didn't see it."

"Well...that's easy." Lycos stood up and walked back to the dormitory.

When he returned to the fireplace, he had two pieces of parchment in his hands.

Lines of beautiful and delicate handwriting flow on the parchment, like carefully carved works of art, with smooth and elegant lines, like an elegant piece of music, dancing a beautiful melody on the paper.

Lycos placed the paper on the table and finally found his strengths as a college student.

The paper will be reduced in weight!

English to Chinese and then back to English, word order is reversed, synonyms are replaced, sentences are appropriately simplified and expanded...

Soon, a brilliant essay on the history of magic appeared on the homework paper in front of Lecos.

Draco was stunned watching beside him... Is this some new kind of magic?

"Lex, where did you find such a suitable assignment?" He swallowed his saliva, a look of admiration on his face, "Can... I also learn from it?"

"I borrowed this while I was giving the music box to Cassandra." Lycos put away the quill with satisfaction and blew the ink dry on the paper. "But I won't lend you the homework on my own initiative... What if she doesn't agree?"

"If you need it, you can borrow it yourself."

"That cold-faced girl, she wants me to beg her?" Draco's face fell. "Forget it, I'd better wait for Pansy's homework. She said she would do it..."

Lycos shrugged and walked to the other side of the common room with Cassandra's homework.

The blonde little witch was sitting by the window, her light green dress hanging lazily below her knees, her two white legs crossed, her smooth heels stepping on the fluffy carpet.

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling swayed, and the candlelight sprinkled on the ends of her hair, reflecting a porcelain-like delicate face in the glass next to the black lake water.

She supported her chin with one hand, her elbow resting on the windowsill, and with the other hand she supported the bottom edge of a book, tilting the pages in front of her eyes that were the same color as the luxurious decoration around her.

A music box was open on the side, and the melodious music was lingering in the air.

There weren't many paintings in the Slytherin common room, as this scene itself was a beautiful painting.

"Have you finished copying?"

Cassandra raised her long eyelashes from behind the page and glanced at Lykos.

Her voice was faint, yet it blended with the music of the music box, and an indescribable laziness came through her nasal tone.

"How can what scholars do be called plagiarism?" Lycos' tone softened unconsciously as he chuckled, "I just imitated a few things and cited some academic content."

"Isn't that still copying?"

Cassandra slammed her book down on her knees and reached out to take her homework paper back from Lykos. "The History of Magic homework isn't difficult. I think you're just leaving it out on purpose..."

"You left it out on purpose?" Lycos raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Why would I leave it out on purpose? Do you think I left one out just to borrow your homework?"

"I didn't say that." Cassandra flicked her skirt and crossed her legs.

Her eyes were fixed on Lycos's face, with a faint smile on her lips.

Lycos's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, he always felt that there was some inexplicable meaning in Cassandra's eyes, so he subconsciously avoided her gaze.

"Um…thank you for your History of Magic homework."

"Good night."

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Chapter 41 The Halloween Dinner Arrived as Promised

Before I knew it, more than a month had passed.

During this time, Quirrell was busy brewing the powerful Living Hell Potion that Voldemort taught him. Lycos was not assigned any undercover mission, so his life was much easier than the first few days he arrived.

He usually attended classes, read books in the library, practiced spells with the Book of Spells, and copied Cassandra's homework on weekends...

The days passed by easily.

Lycos always hoped that time would pass more slowly, so that he could slowly enrich his knowledge and gain more experience in casting spells. Perhaps one day he would have enough power to protect himself.

But the river of time never stagnates.

Under the expectant gaze of the little wizards, Halloween finally arrived leisurely...

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On Halloween Eve, Lycos woke up early in the morning and smelled the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin in the air outside the common room.

The fragrance in the hall seemed to bypass the entrance hall and the long spiral staircase, extending all the way to the dungeon where Slytherin was located, making the young wizards unconsciously look forward to the Halloween dinner in the evening.

By breakfast time, the auditorium was already decorated in Halloween colors.

In just one night, many huge pumpkins had their stomachs hollowed out and made into different faces, which were placed around the auditorium. The walls were also hung with gorgeous colorful ribbons and black spider webs.

Although the banquet had not yet begun, the young wizards could already feel the festive atmosphere.

The first two classes in the morning were Transfiguration classes. Professor McGonagall smiled for once and asked everyone to use Transfiguration to transform matchboxes into small pumpkin lanterns, mini Halloween hats and other Halloween souvenirs.

However, the young wizards had only just finished learning the most basic course of turning matches into needles, so it was naturally impossible for them to perform very complex transformations.

For example, Lycos originally wanted to turn the matchbox into a bat.

However, after staring at the matchbox for a whole class, he finally compromised and cleverly changed the pattern on the outside of the matchbox into a slightly raised bat relief, and to save face, he said that he had created a Halloween co-branded matchbox.

Draco sat next to Lycos, who seemed to be trying to conjure a small jack-o'-lantern.

However, due to the level problem, Draco's pumpkin lantern still has the shape of a rectangle, but the color has changed, and he can even pull out matches from it.

As for Crabbe and Goyle, it was even more outrageous. Seeing that the spell failed, they secretly used a quill to draw two ugly pumpkins on the outside of the matchbox. As a result, they were exposed on the spot by Professor McGonagall and severely criticized...

After the Transfiguration class, it was time for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which had already completely disappointed the young wizards.

Quirrell, as always, maintained his image as the "joke of Hogwarts", stuttering as he read from the textbook.

Seeing that everyone was not in high spirits, he took out his wand and tried to demonstrate the spark spell in the textbook to the students, but accidentally set his sleeve on fire.

Or was it Lycos who pretended to be enthusiastic about the people and helped him extinguish the flames with a water-making spell...

However, as the young wizards laughed loudly at the cowardly professor and the classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere, Quirrell's eyes, with his back to everyone, looked extremely calm.

Quirrell turned and, taking the opportunity to thank Lycos for his help with the water-making spell, gave him a hidden look.

Lycos's good mood quickly plummeted.