Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Chapter 51 Lycos: Lord Dark Lord, there is something wrong with Quirrell!

"What I mean is... Quirrell is no longer fit to lead the operation to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

Lycos' words were like a thunderclap exploding in Quirrell's ears.

"What did you say……!"

He subconsciously turned his head and wanted to refute.

"Stand still and don't move!" Voldemort's fierce voice exploded behind his head.

Quirrell could only reluctantly turn his head back, his back facing the restless little wizard, the worry in his heart almost overflowing from his chest.

"I'm very curious..." Voldemort grinned fiercely, his tone quite intriguing.

"Lex, what on earth... made you come up with such an idea?"

Because of repeated failures, Voldemort's dissatisfaction with Quirrell has long been intensifying. The recent embarrassing incidents of being attacked by snowballs and hitting the railings have further ignited Voldemort's anger.

It's just that because Voldemort can only rely on Quirrell for a short period of time and lacks the manpower to help him, he did not completely abandon Quirrell.

Now, Lecos's views coincided with Voldemort's, so he naturally wanted to hear the opinions of this "most trusted" little wizard...

"My Lord, I do not believe Quirrell is truly loyal to you." Lycos said, weighing his words carefully. "He is nothing more than a greedy thief."

"Master, I didn't!" Quirrell retorted loudly, looking terrified.

"Shut up!" Voldemort said coldly, and sealed Quirrell's mouth.

Then he turned his scarlet eyes and looked at Lycos with interest.

"Okay, now it's quiet...Lexus, tell me what you think."

"First of all, you should be aware..." Lycos said slowly, "Qiluo first came to the Albanian forest precisely to control your weakened state."

"He wants to use this opportunity to learn more powerful dark magic and transform himself from an ordinary Muggle Studies professor into a respected dark wizard."

"Of course, I know that very well." Voldemort sneered, his tone suddenly becoming more serious: "But even if I were weak to that extent, I would not be controlled by a mere Quirrell!"

"Don't worry, I won't forget your contribution, Lycos... Without your help, it might have taken me a while to possess him."

Lycos was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he had contributed to this matter.

However, in order to prevent Voldemort from getting suspicious, he did not hesitate for too long and continued:

"I can make an analogy that may not be quite right - since being possessed by you, Quirrell has changed from a greedy thief to a coward who failed in his theft."

"After being controlled, Quirrell lost his original intention to learn the Dark Arts and turned to serving you, hoping to be forgiven and have hope of survival... Of course, it would be even better if he could learn a few more spells along the way."

"But the task Quirrell faces is extremely difficult - he must steal the extremely valuable Philosopher's Stone under Dumbledore's supervision. This is almost an impossible task."

"So... Quirrell had the idea of ​​retreating."

Quirrell's body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Quilinas, is this really what Lycos said?"

Voldemort's hoarse question was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and the air in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office seemed to cool down by several degrees.

“Wuwu…mmmm…”

Quirrell's mouth was sealed by Voldemort, and he could only shake his head and make bursts of "woohoo" sounds.

"Don't move!" Voldemort was dizzy and took control of Quirrell's body as well.

"Lex, keep talking... How did he back off?"

"It's just my guess, but it's pretty close." Lycos said, "It was during today's Quidditch match that Quirrell cursed Harry Potter, which made me suspicious—"

"The Quidditch field is full of referees and professors. Even if Potter is really thrown off his broom with a curse, won't he be saved by Madam Hooch or Professor McGonagall's slowing spell?"

"Even if Quirrell is very confident in his spellcasting ability and thinks he can use the countering spell to block every professor's slowing spell, he is surrounded by professors... How can he conceal his continuous casting from them?"

"I don't think Professor Quirrell would be so foolish... Lord Dark Lord, don't you find it suspicious?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Not only that, because I became suspicious of Quirrell today, I reversed everything he had done before—"

Lycos held up a finger and began to count all that Quirrell had done since the start of the school year.

"The first thing was for me to cast a black spell on him, trying to create an image of myself as a loser."

"It seemed reasonable. After he became a laughing stock at Hogwarts, no one seemed to care about what he was doing anymore... That's what I thought at the time."

"But from a skeptical standpoint, I find it illogical. This isn't Quirrell's first time as a professor at Hogwarts. On the contrary, he was previously the Muggle Studies professor here."

"That is to say, all the professors at Hogwarts know what he is like, and they also understand that he can't have changed so much in just one year..."

"Being hit by a first-year's magic and then vomiting slugs for hours, that's a bit too much, right?"

Voldemort didn't say anything, but the red light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his ferocious expression became more and more vicious.

The air near Qiluo was so heavy that it was almost solidified!

"If this incident can be explained by an accident that occurred during training and a major change in his personality... then it will be difficult for me to find an excuse for the second incident."

Lycos' expression remained unchanged as he slowly raised his second finger.

"At the Halloween dinner, Quirrell released a giant monster to attract the attention of other professors and to provide himself with an opportunity to explore the restricted area on the fourth floor."

"That sounds like a good idea... but I heard a while ago that many professors have set up checkpoints to protect the Philosopher's Stone."

"My Lord Dark Lord, then I would like to know...what is the level that Quirrell set up?"

Lycos asked, staring into Voldemort's crimson eyes.

He knew all about the checkpoints set up by Quirrell, but he pretended not to know and pretended that he was just guessing.

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, and the anger in them almost burst out.

"The level he set up is a giant monster..."

"It seems my guess was right...but I heard from my roommate that Quirrell was frightened and fainted by the troll in the auditorium."

A playful smile played on Lycos's lips.

"Because of that level, Dumbledore knew very well that Quirrell could control the troll, and I think Quirrell also knew very well that Dumbledore knew this..."

"Then why did he pretend to be frightened by the troll in front of the whole school?"

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Chapter 52: I will take the lead in the next action

Lycos gave a lengthy analysis of Quirrell's behavior since the start of the school year.

In his analysis, all of them reflected Qi Luo's problems -

Quirrell revealed his problem to Dumbledore in a very obscure way, hoping that the most powerful wizard in the magical world could save him.

Quirrell's idea is indeed feasible.

After all, even if we look at the entire wizarding world, the only wizard who can rescue him from Voldemort's control is Dumbledore...

Lycos sighed secretly.

No matter how good Quirrell's plan was, Dumbledore had no intention of saving him.

It can be said that the wise headmaster had doubts about Quirrell from the very beginning, but he had no intention of exposing him. Instead, he wanted to take this opportunity to judge Voldemort's condition and also arrange a test for the savior.

Quirrell's method of asking for help also applies to Lycos.

Without violating the Unbreakable Vow, Lycos could have indirectly revealed his identity as a Death Eater and sought Dumbledore's protection.

However, he didn't dare to gamble.

An eleven-year-old Death Eater who had followed Voldemort since childhood and had an outstanding talent for the Dark Arts... Dumbledore could easily have considered him the second Tom Riddle.

Lycos suspected that if he really revealed his identity to Dumbledore, he would be used as a expendable pawn to complete his seven-year plan...

Therefore, Lycos needs the initiative, the opportunity to control his own destiny...

"Master, please listen to me...let me explain..."

Voldemort's control over Quirrell was somehow released, and Quirrell crawled on the ground, desperately begging Voldemort for mercy.

"Those are just Hayden's groundless fantasies. I am truly... loyal to you!"

Quirrell wailed and banged his head on the ground, his tears and snot mixed together and rolled onto the dirty carpet.

"Good, very good!" Voldemort's voice was a little trembling, and it was unclear whether it was because of anger or because Quirrell's head was shaking.

"Then explain to me what you are doing!"

"I...it was all just a coincidence!" Quirrell racked his brains but couldn't think of any explanation. He could only try to shift the blame to Lycos: "Master, Hayden has problems too, really..."

"I've asked him to look for clues about the three-headed dog, but he didn't look for them properly... If he hadn't found a way to deal with that beast, I wouldn't have had to target Harry Potter..."

Quirrell's sentences were a little confused, and he wanted to find any reason to put the blame on Lycos.

But how could Lycos let him pass on the blame? Even if it was such a trivial matter, he would never accept it.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Professor Quirrell?" He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a half-smile, "I have found clues about the three-headed dog, but I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"Impossible... I've been looking for it for so long and couldn't find it. How could you find it in just a few days..." Quirrell muttered.

Then he seemed to have found another way to shift the blame and shouted, "Since you found the clue, why didn't you tell me? You must have wanted to frame me for a long time, so you didn't want to tell me, right?"

"You're talking nonsense again, Professor Quirrell." Lycos shrugged. "Didn't we agree before? We'll meet at the meeting place on the eighth floor every weekend to exchange information..."

"Although today is Saturday, you went straight to the Quidditch match, so our meeting time should be tomorrow."

He glanced at Quirrell and said calmly, "I'd like to know why you didn't wait for my information, but were so impatient to attack Harry Potter?"

Quirrell's tone faltered again.

"I see, you are eager to ask for help from Headmaster Dumbledore?" Lycos chuckled.

"I……"

Quirrell wanted to struggle, but Voldemort controlled his body again and froze him in place.

"Well, I don't think there's any need to continue," Voldemort hissed coldly. "It seems Quirrell is indeed planning to betray me. What a pity..."

Then he controlled Quirrell's body and stood up, facing Lycos with the ferocious face on the back of his head.