Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

She held the exquisite dinner tray, her eyes vaguely glancing at Lycos's face, then walked straight to a sofa in the corner of the lounge, crossed her legs, and opened a book...

"Hey, hey! Lycos!"

Draco's voice rang in his ears.

Lycos turned around and found that he had cupped his hands to his sides of his mouth, his entire face pressed against his ears.

"What are you doing?" Lycos dodged to the side in disgust and looked at him with a frown.

"What am I doing? I'd rather ask you what you're doing!" Draco looked at Lycos with a disgusted expression. "The girl has been gone for a long time, and you're still following her with your eyes. How can this be right?"

"That's right, is this reasonable?" Gore agreed vaguely with a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth.

"Lex has changed. The cold-blooded and ruthless Lecos is gone!" Crabbe also nodded and said honestly.

Lycos: “…”

"Eat your meals, and don't imitate Draco and talk nonsense here." He glared at Crabbe and Goyle, then stood up from the table. "I'm going back first."

As he spoke, he did not forget to take the last apple from the plate, and then walked back to the dormitory with a calm appearance.

Draco watched Lycos disappear behind the large fish tank next to the men's dormitory, and he and his two followers looked at each other in confusion.

Then they started whispering to each other with gossipy looks on their faces.

……

After Halloween, time quietly came to November.

A heavy snow fell from the sky, and the weather on Hogwarts High Ground became very cold.

Dense snowflakes were floating in the sky, gently covering the hills in the distance of Black Lake, the frozen lake surface, the lawn north of the school, and the ancient and majestic castle.

Icicles have hung on the outer edge of the corridor, like crystal hairpins, reflecting the white light of the snow.

Many young wizards did not mind the cold and grabbed the icicles with their bare hands and pulled them down. After pulling them down, they used them as Gryffindor's holy sword or Slytherin's scepter and fought with their classmates around them.

The water of the Black Lake froze into a thick layer of ice in the biting cold wind, first forming a mirror-smooth ice surface, and then gradually being covered by falling snowflakes.

Some of the restless little wizards walked up the steps in front of the hall, following the route the first graders had taken after taking the boat, and returned from the castle to the edge of the Black Lake. They picked up snow piles and played snowball fights on the lake with great enthusiasm.

"Lex, come together?"

Draco's voice came from the frozen lake.

Lycos stood on the stone bridge connecting the lobby and the astronomy tower area and waved to them from a distance.

Seeing that Lecos was not going to join in the snowball fight, Draco and the others stopped forcing him and quickly scattered like birds and beasts, picked up the snowflakes on the lake and started fighting without any preparation.

"It's great to be young."

Lycos held a ceramic cup filled with hot water like a retired veteran, watching the first snow since he came to Hogwarts. He took a sip of water from time to time, and then exhaled a cloud of misty breath, feeling very comfortable.

Since the troll incident on Halloween, everything in the castle has remained in order and nothing seems to have changed.

Except for some careful little wizards who were curious about how Gryffindor and Slytherin got some extra points inexplicably, most students didn't even know what happened that night.

And Lycos temporarily gave up the idea of ​​testing Cassandra.

This little witch was full of secrets and of a very high level, so he was sure that he couldn't get close to her easily.

As a tragic undercover agent, Lycos is currently in dire straits. The most important thing is, of course, to improve his hard power to avoid being caught up in the confrontation between Voldemort and Dumbledore, where he has no ability to protect himself at all...

Speaking of undercover identities, Lycos also discovered something very strange -

During the period after Halloween, Quirrell was quite quiet. He never caused any trouble and did not assign any new tasks to Lycos. However, his expression became more and more depressed, and his mood became more and more irritable.

"Le...Lekos, good morning." A stuttering voice trembled in the howling of wind and snow.

Lycos turned his head and was surprised to find that Quirrell was limping on the bridge, afraid that he would trip over the ice.

"Professor Quirrell, what can I do for you?" he asked naturally.

"No...nothing, just...just saying hello to you." Quirrell still stuttered.

However, when he came closer, he suddenly lowered his voice and said fluently, "Next task: Help me find information about the three-headed dog of hell."

Lycos was stunned for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, with the muffled sound of a snowball breaking, Lycos suddenly felt that the already cold temperature around him dropped several degrees, and Quirrell's face beside him turned pale in an instant.

He faintly heard a "Good shot" and at the same time saw two heads of fiery red hair disappear behind the oak door of the hall.

Lycos had a bad feeling in his heart.

He quickly turned his head and saw a white snowflake falling from behind Qi Luo's purple turban...

This should be the most proud achievement in Fred and George's life...

……

Chapter 47 Huh?

Ever since Voldemort was hit by the twins' good shot, Quirrell's expression began to deteriorate visibly.

His already pale face now looked like the snow on the lawn that had been trampled back and forth several times by the little wizards. The white color was green, dirty, and smelly, and it was extremely ugly.

This mixture of pale and livid scowl lasted until the first Quidditch match after Halloween, when Quirrell finally brought it to its fullest...

……

"Are you kidding me?!"

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, at the Slytherin table, Draco slammed the table and stood up.

"I don't need to joke about that!" retorted the portly Marcus Flint. "I've arranged for a player to go undercover on the Quidditch pitch to gather intelligence on Gryffindor..."

"He told me himself that Harry Potter was training with the Gryffindor team on his Nimbus 2000!"

Lycos stopped eating pudding and glanced at him subconsciously.

It was not for any other reason, but mainly because the word "undercover" really made him sensitive.

Flint was tall and muscular, with two large teeth sticking out of his lips, a pair of cunning gray eyes, and a messy head of black hair.

At this moment, he was squeezed on a stool with Draco, talking about Gryffindor's information with foam flying everywhere.

Lycos silently moved the plate beside him a little further away...

"Draco, this is my first time captaining the Quidditch team, so I have to show some results!"

Flint was in a state of great excitement, and kept waving his cup about.

"It just so happens that Gryffindor's captain, Charlie Weasley, has graduated, and they are missing their all-important Seeker!"

"I thought I was in the clear, but then out of nowhere this freshman made the team, a renowned savior... I'm completely baffled!"

He showed his big buck teeth and scratched his ears and cheeks, looking like a gorilla.

"Oh, right!" Flint suddenly slapped his thigh. "Draco, don't you have flying lessons with the Gryffindor students? What do you think of Potter's flying skills?"

"It's... okay." Draco said gloomily.

He thought back to their first flying lesson, when Potter had ridden a broom for the first time and was able to give him a run for his money (Draco thought), and even caught Longbottom's crystal ball in mid-air.

"Why should Professor McGonagall make an exception and let him join the team? Does this mean the Savior can have special privileges?!"

After Flint left, Draco became more and more annoyed, and his mouth was almost pouting into his nostrils with jealousy.

"I told you before that Professor McGonagall is a veteran Quidditch fan." Lecos glanced at him and said casually.

"But that can't be against the school rules, right? She's the Vice Headmistress!" Draco was almost dizzy with anger, muttering, "That's too much. Both the Headmistress and the Vice Headmistress are Gryffindors. Are they going to give Slytherins any chance of survival?"

"But Slytherin has won the House Cup for six consecutive years..." Lycos suddenly said, "Well, thanks to the efforts of our headmaster."

Draco's complaint died in his throat and he fell into a brief silence.

"And strictly speaking, Professor McGonagall didn't break any school rules."

Lycos took out a thin booklet and flipped through it seriously.

"Look here, the school rules state that first-year students are not allowed to bring their own broomsticks into school." Lycos said, pointing to a regulation.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Draco was confused.

"The Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall gave Potter was most likely registered with the Gryffindor Quidditch team, specifically for use by the Seeker."

"Also, there's no clear stipulation in the school rules that first-year wizards can't join the Quidditch team...it's just that since they're not allowed to bring broomsticks, it's become a common practice that freshmen can't join the team."

"So, it's highly likely that Professor McGonagall didn't break the law knowingly, and she didn't take the lead in violating school rules."

Lycos spread his hands and threw the booklet containing the school rules in front of Draco.

"Huh?" Draco's mouth opened wide.

He took the booklet and kept flipping through all the school rules in it. He looked for them over and over again, but he did not find the rule that prohibited freshmen from joining the Quidditch team.

"No way... can we play like this?"

"So, take back your complaints." Lycos picked up the pudding in front of him, which had already cooled down a little. "Don't spoil my appetite here."

Draco's head dropped in frustration, and his shoulders slumped.

He looked at Lycos who was obsessed with eating, then looked at the school rules booklet in his hand, and suddenly realized a problem -

"Wait a minute, why are you holding a handbook containing school rules?"

"What else could it be? Of course it's to avoid violating school rules!" Lycos responded casually.

"You? Not violating school rules?" Draco leaned back, his face full of disbelief.

"Draco, it seems you still don't understand enough." Lycos finally finished the pudding and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief in satisfaction.

Then, he patted Draco's shoulder in an enigmatic manner: "Only by thoroughly studying the school rules can you better exploit loopholes in them!"

"what?"

……

In the end, Draco couldn't resist the jealousy he felt towards Harry.

After all, Harry easily made it possible for him to become a Quidditch player, something he had always dreamed of. Who could stand that?

So, Draco wandered over to the Gryffindor table again.