Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

She still wasn't very good at lying and spoke haltingly.

Professor McGonagall actually saw it at a glance, but she was very considerate and didn't expose it.

In fact, Professor McGonagall knew about the conflicts between the young wizards.

Gryffindor had a Transfiguration class on Thursday afternoon. When she found out that the little witch who actively answered questions was absent from class, she went to ask Hermione's roommates Patil and Lavender and learned about the grudges.

"Oh - if that's the case..." Professor McGonagall mused, watching her.

"Miss Granger, you silly girl, you should be thankful that Mr. Hayden discovered the troll when he stopped by to get the spells textbook and used the red spark to warn it in time, otherwise, who knows what would have happened!"

Hermione hung her head.

Harry and Ron were speechless because the little witch who always abided by the school rules and regulations actually broke the rules for them.

"Miss Granger, Gryffindor will be deducted five points for this incident." Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and made her decision.

Then she looked at the remaining young wizards, "As for Potter and Weasley, for your courage, each of you has earned five points for Gryffindor."

"Mr. Hayden's use of the Sparkling Charm as a warning was correct, and Miss Worley's stunning spell was excellent. For this, you two each earned five points for Slytherin."

"Well, since you're all safe, please return to your respective common rooms. The students are enjoying the rest of the Halloween dinner in their respective houses!"

After saying this, Professor McGonagall turned around and walked towards the troll lying on the ground.

"Professor, what about me?" Draco looked at Snape eagerly, "Why do they all get extra points, but I get nothing?"

"Of course, I almost forgot about you three." Snape was more enthusiastic than anyone else about giving Slytherin extra points. "Because you refuse to abandon your companions, each of you will add five points to Slytherin!"

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Chapter 45: Beast, she is only eleven years old!

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

There were only a few candles lit in the room, and a gloomy, oppressive atmosphere enveloped the only living person there.

The surrounding walls were covered with heavy curtains, completely blocking all the windows. Even the office door was sealed tightly. I don't know how much protective magic was added to it.

"Master, I..." Quirrell opened his mouth tremblingly.

"waste!"

There was clearly no one else in the office, but another hoarse, fierce voice suddenly rang out in this dim environment.

Quirrell dropped to his knees.

In the dim candlelight, one could see a slit in his purple turban, revealing his bald head and a pair of scarlet, evil eyes.

"Master, it's really...it's because that beast is too resistant to the potion..." Quirrell looked terrified.

"I've brewed a powerful Living Hell Potion as you instructed, but... but it doesn't work on that big dog!"

"So, is it my fault that you didn't get rid of that beast?" Voldemort's cold voice continued to emanate from his turban. "If I had regained my strength, I could deal with this thing with just one finger!"

"Yes... yes, Master, I don't... don't mean to blame you." Quirrell said hurriedly, "It's my fault that I didn't handle this matter well..."

"what……"

He suddenly screamed, fell to the ground in pain, and covered his head tightly with his hands.

"Oh, my head... Master, please, let me go!"

Voldemort was furious and obviously didn't care about Quirrell's plea for mercy.

While using parasitic magic to absorb a large amount of Quirrell's power, he said viciously:

"Dumbledore has set up countless levels to protect the stone, and now you can't even pass the first level. How can I believe that you can get it?!"

"Master... Master, I can do it. I will definitely get the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell lay on the carpet, his voice coming out unclearly from the velvet of the carpet.

After a long time, his screams of agony gradually subsided.

"In the final analysis, it's because we don't understand that beast."

Voldemort let out a breath, as if he had finally calmed down. "Now that I think about it, the names of the Living Hell Potion and the Cerberus have something in common. Perhaps they share the same origin..."

"In that case, it makes sense that the beast would be highly resistant to the potent Living Hell Decoction."

Although Voldemort had lost his power, his understanding of magic still surpassed that of almost everyone else in the world. He almost immediately realized why the three-headed dog resisted the potion of the living hell.

In fact, when the Living Hell Potion first appeared, it was made to imitate the habit of the three-headed dog of hell to fall asleep when it heard music.

Because of its unique characteristics, the three-headed dog of Hell can only be hypnotized by music. Naturally, the sleeping pills that Quirrell spent a month refining were ineffective against it...

"For the next period of time, you must search for as much information as possible about the three-headed dog of Hell. You must find its weakness for me!" Voldemort instructed Quirrell fiercely. "If you can't find it, you can ask Lycos to help you search..."

"Doesn't he like going to the restricted section? Then let him go as much as he wants..."

……

On the other side, the young wizards also moved away from where the troll was lying and walked back to their respective common rooms.

Harry, Ron and Hermione, three little wizards, climbed upstairs together.

Things still seemed a little awkward between the three of them, but it was much better than before when they disliked each other. It was probably just a matter of time before they became friends.

After this incident, the relationship between Draco and Harry seemed to no longer be as tense as before. When they parted at the stairs, they even said goodbye to each other.

Lycos deliberately lagged behind Draco by a few steps, letting him take Crabbe and Goyle back to the Slytherin common room first.

Lycos himself slowed down his pace and walked over to Cassandra, trying to ask her a few questions...

"Why...are you here on the second floor of the castle?"

He thought for a long time and finally asked a very basic question. Professor McGonagall seemed to have forgotten to ask her this question just now.

"Why are you there?" Cassandra did not answer, but asked back lightly.

"Didn't I tell the professor? My Charms textbook fell in the classroom." Lecos said as a matter of course, "Professor Flitwick just taught us the Levitation Charm. I plan to go back and review it tonight..."

"Oh, that's just a good excuse for the professor." Cassandra crossed her arms over her chest, her chin held high in a cold expression. "I can't believe such a lame excuse."

"Why is it so lame..."

Lycos wasn't convinced, but then he felt something was wrong: "Hey, that's not right. Wasn't I asking you a question? Why are you asking me again?"

His eyes narrowed, staring at Cassandra.

"I still want to know why you came to the second floor to look for me...or rather, to look for that giant monster."

Walking down the marble steps to the entrance hall, Lycos looked at Cassandra's delicate face in the moonlight.

"This isn't like your style. You're usually so low-key that people almost ignore you..."

"Don't judge others based on your stereotypes," Cassandra said, smoothing the golden hair by her ear with her left hand. "What if I just saw the red spark and decided to save your life on a whim?"

She turned her head to glance at Lycos and immediately saw the suspicion on his face.

"Still don't believe it?" Cassandra blinked, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"So what answer do you want to hear?"

She stopped and stood in the silver moonlight.

Her long hair was as smooth as golden silk, and the golden light seemed like flowing silver sand under the moonlight.

The breeze blowing from the Black Lake carried the moist scent of the lake water, gently ruffling her hair and making the golden threads dance in the air.

Her emerald green eyes were clear and bright, complementing the twinkling stars in the night sky and emitting a faint fluorescence, as if the stars in the sky had been plucked, dyed the lake water with the color of algae, and embedded in her face as white as porcelain.

Kassandra took a step forward, bringing her within arm's length of Lykos.

"Do you want to hear me say..." Her lips opened and closed as she whispered softly, "I'm interested in you, so I followed you all the way to the second floor of the castle."

Looking at Cassandra's face so close, Lycos took a deep breath.

No, how come this little witch is so capable?

He forced his gaze away and pulled his foot from the ground in front of Cassandra.

Beast, she is only eleven years old! Lycos repeatedly emphasized this to himself in his heart.

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Chapter 46 Fred and George's Most Proud Achievements

Lycos never dreamed that he, a 19-year-old soul who had attended college, would be bewitched by an 11-year-old witch!

He had originally intended to uncover Cassandra's hidden secrets, but his plan was ultimately thwarted...

Even when he returned to the common room and enjoyed the unfinished Halloween dinner with other young Slytherin wizards, Lecos was still not in a very good mood.

"What's wrong, Lycos? Did you fail in confessing your feelings to that cold-faced girl?"

Draco appeared out of nowhere, with an expression that said "we all understand".

"Eat your meal. You're so young and yet you're still thinking about these nonsense all day long!"

Lycos pushed him into Crabbe's arms and sullenly picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Honestly, Lecos, with your conditions, you can find anyone else in Slytherin, why do you have to find that cold-faced girl?" Draco didn't take it as an offense at all, and came back in a blink of an eye.

"Yes, I admit that she is a little pretty, but Daphne and Tracy Davis are not bad either. There is no need to be sad here!"

"Of course, you don't have to worry about Pansy. She obviously has a better relationship with me..."

So are all British children, or young wizards in the British magical world, so precocious?

Lycos rolled his eyes.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense here." He waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, "I'm not interested in little girls."

"Also, don't pretend to know everything here. Who knows, in a few years you might abandon your childhood sweetheart, Pansy, and fall in love with another little witch who's a year younger than you!"

Draco's eyes widened.

He was about to say a few more words in rebuttal, but suddenly he saw a figure and immediately shut up.

"Coincidentally, I'm not interested in little boys either."

Cassandra walked leisurely to Lycos with a nonchalant smile on her face, reached out and picked up a plate of cheese from the table in front of him.

The wide sleeves of the school robe brushed against Lycos's face, tickling the tip of his nose.