Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Potter, congratulations on becoming Gryffindor's Seeker." He stood next to Harry and congratulated him in a long, sarcastic tone.

It was as if he had a whole lemon in his mouth.

"Then thank you so much for your blessing!" Harry saw that the other party had bad intentions, so he stood up and imitated his tone to express his gratitude.

The two people looked at each other, and sparks almost flew between their eyes.

"Oh, you look very proud of yourself?" Draco pouted and raised his chin at Harry. "When it comes to the competition, will the Gryffindors have to hold up mattresses and run after you to prevent you from falling to your death?"

"That's none of your concern." Harry also took a step forward, not giving in at all. "It's still much better than some coward who doesn't dare to confront me head-on in the air and just throws the Remembrall out."

The two men were on edge, staring at each other, their faces getting closer and closer...

"Oh my god, what are you two doing?"

Pansy Parkinson came over at some point, her mouth wide open, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Harry and Draco then realized that the distance between them was so close that they could hear each other's breathing. To outsiders, it seemed a little unclear...

The two people were like being scalded by boiling water, and they bounced to both sides of the aisle.

"Wait, Pansy, it's not what you think!"

Draco saw Pansy's shocked expression and quickly chased after her.

……

Chapter 48 Quidditch

As Harry and Draco continued to bicker and provoke each other, the first Quidditch game after Halloween finally arrived.

November 1991, 11 was a sunny Saturday.

The snow that fell two days ago had mostly melted, and the water in the Black Lake looked bright. One could see the ripples on the lake from the window of the Slytherin dormitory.

The giant squid in the Black Lake could be vaguely seen, lazily swinging its tentacles and slapping a turtle curled up in its shell between its two tentacles, as if it had also been infected by the atmosphere in the castle and wanted to try Quidditch.

Lycos woke up early as usual and got out of the warm bed.

The next moment, a chill ran through his body, and he was so scared that he put the quilt back on his shoulders.

"Morning, Lycos."

A voice came from the other side of the dormitory.

Lycos turned around and found that Draco had gotten up and changed his clothes before him, which was rare. He was sitting by the fireplace warming his hands.

"It's strange, why did you get up so early today?" Lycos asked with interest.

"I'm so excited that I can't sleep when I think about the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin today!" Draco's face flushed and he stomped his feet hard on the blanket.

"I want to see what level of Quidditch Potter can play... He just has a little flying talent, but that doesn't mean he can be a good seeker!"

Lycos sighed helplessly.

After all, it’s all for Harry Potter…

I don’t know what’s wrong with Draco. He is always obsessed with the savior and seems uncomfortable if he doesn’t visit him every few days.

"What if Potter catches the Golden Snitch? What are you going to do?" Lycos asked casually.

"Him? Impossible!" Draco shook his head like a rattle. "It's not that easy to catch the Golden Snitch. Skill, luck, and reaction are all necessary. I don't believe Potter can get lucky on his first try..."

Lycos shrugged and said nothing more.

How could the naive Draco know that Potter, whom he has been thinking about so much, has the aura of a protagonist?

……

Leaving the common room, Lycos, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle lined up and walked on the grass to the Quidditch pitch.

The snow had just melted and the ground was still wet. The grass on the lawn was soft and shivering in the cold, like little wizards who had suddenly walked out of a warm castle.

The sky, scrubbed by snow, was very clear, with blue sky and white clouds accompanied by bright sunshine, reflected on the sparkling black lake.

In the distance, the low hills by the lake stood alone, their outlines clearly carved in the blue sky.

The sun is shining brightly and the birds in the sky are clearly visible. I believe that the seekers in today's game will save a lot of effort.

"Hiss...it's a sunny day, why is it so cold?" Draco stepped on the grass and rubbed his hands. "I feel even colder than when we were having a snowball fight a few days ago."

"It's not the snow that's cold, but the melting snow that's cold," Lycos said seriously. "When it snows, water vapor condenses and releases heat, and when the snow melts into water, it absorbs heat. The melting snow absorbs heat from the surrounding objects through heat transfer, so it causes a drop in temperature..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Draco was confused.

Why do I know every word, but can’t understand a single word when they are put together?

"Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you." Lycos shook his head.

He sighed deeply, looked up at the sky, and felt that life was as lonely as the snow. In such a big Hogwarts, no one could even pick up on his jokes.

"Inexplicable..." Draco curled his lips and walked faster towards the Quidditch pitch on the north side of the castle.

By eleven o'clock, the Quidditch pitch was already packed with people, and it seemed that all the teachers and students in the school were crowded in the stands on the sidelines.

In order to clearly see the players on the field, the seats in the stands were raised to mid-air, almost level with the three rings high above.

The ring on the Quidditch field is similar to the basketball hoop and the football goal. As long as you hit the ball into the hoop, you can score points. The winner is determined by the score.

Lycos and his companions followed the Slytherin group to the stands of the Serpent Court, which were painted green. They looked at the edge of the grass below the stadium, where there were two opposing gates.

Quidditch players from both houses will emerge from the door.

Draco took out a pair of binoculars from his snakeskin wallet with a proud look on his face. Crabbe and Goyle beside him immediately showed envious expressions and begged him to lend them a pair.

But Lecos's attention was not on the sport of Quidditch itself.

His gaze swept across the entire venue, finally stopping at the stands where the professors were.

Quirrell, with an extremely ugly expression on his face, was standing in the front row of the stands!

Lycos was not sure whether Quirrell would cast a curse on Harry's broom again this time, trying to throw him off the sky.

It cannot be denied that Quirrell's choice to attack Harry in the original book was definitely a major failure in his behavior during the past year at Hogwarts!

It was obvious that any professor, referee, or even senior student could have used the Slowing Spell to save Harry, and Quirrell would not have been able to kill him even if he had thrown Harry off his broom.

I really don't know what Quirrell is thinking... Does he think he can block all slowing spells?

Lycos couldn't figure it out, so he could only wait and see...

Just then, Draco, who was sitting next to Lycos, suddenly jumped up from his seat.

"Damn it, the other side actually played such a trick!" He shouted, waving his fist.

Lycos followed his gaze and saw a huge red banner with the words "Potter Must Win" written on it and a picture of a majestic Gryffindor lion.

The banner also had a clever magic trick cast on it, making the paint on it shimmer with different colors.

"These kids are quite creative." Lycos looked at the banner and nodded in admiration.

"Lex, which side are you on?" Draco gave him a reproachful look. "Gryffindor has come up with something like this, so we certainly can't lose!"

"Let me see...we need to get an equally large banner that says 'Potter Must Die'!"

"But, Draco, where do we get the banner?" Crabbe asked gravely.

"And none of us can cast a spell to change the color of the paint." Goyle said frankly.

Draco: "...sloppy."

He looked at the particularly conspicuous banner with a worried look on his face, and felt unwell all over.

Lycos smiled and turned his gaze down the field.

At this moment, the cheers and shouts around suddenly increased, and the Quidditch players from both sides came on the field!

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Chapter 49: Draco’s boast came true?

This Quidditch match was very intense. The audience in the surrounding stands were very enthusiastic, and cheers and shouts were everywhere.

Some young wizards stood in the stands, clapping their hands non-stop, while others frowned, their heads swaying as they followed the Quidditch players controlling the ball...

When they see a goal or some exciting move, they will shout like crazy fans, with every cell in their body trembling.

Lycos sat among the group with a numb look on his face, feeling out of place among them.

Because entertainment in the wizarding world is very scarce, Quidditch, as a heavyweight sport in the wizarding world, basically affects all wizards. The number of spectators at each Quidditch World Cup can fill several football fields.

This is quite rare for the magic world, which is already sparsely populated.

However, Lecos was a newcomer, and his knowledge of the sport of Quidditch was limited to the lackluster text in books and the unsatisfactory special effects in movies.

He watched a group of people flying around in the sky on broomsticks. Often, before he could figure out what the players were doing, he would hear screams coming from all around him...

Lycos really couldn't devote himself to this sport like Draco next to him.

So, he silently turned his gaze to Quirrell in the professor's stand.

……

"Slytherin has the ball—Flint has the Quaffle—pass it to Bell—"

In the commentary box at the top of the professor's stand, Lee Jordan from Gryffindor was still giving a non-stop explanation of the game situation.

"Oh! Flint got hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hopefully that breaks his nose... I was just joking, Professor McGonagall... Slytherin scores... Oh, crap!"

Despite Professor McGonagall's constant reminders, Lee Jordan's commentary still involuntarily leaned towards Gryffindor.

"Well done, Bell!" The surrounding Slytherin wizards cheered together.

Bell is a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team, usually playing alongside captain Flint.

"I knew Flint would have no problem being the captain. The tactics he arranged would definitely be able to defeat Gryffindor!"

Draco also stood up and hugged Crabbe and Goyle respectively.

Seeing him covering his shoulders, it seemed that he was in pain from being hugged by the two fat guys.

"But this commentary is abominable!" Draco stretched his aching shoulders and protested loudly to the commentary booth, "Can't we have a commentator from another house for the Slytherin match?!"

However, the stadium was too noisy and no one heard his complaint.