Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Lex, you are worthy of being my most valued little wizard. I will remember your great achievement this time." Voldemort tried to make a gentle expression, but it made him look even uglier.

"When I regain my strength and rule the wizarding world, you will achieve immortality with me!"

It was just empty talk again. Lycos curled his lips secretly.

"Lex, you just said... you have found clues about the three-headed dog?" Voldemort's kindness only lasted for a few seconds, and his true purpose was exposed in an instant.

"Tell me how I should deal with that beast!"

Lycos was silent for a moment.

"How long do you want to wait?" Voldemort became impatient and urged.

Lycos's dark golden eyes gradually became sharp.

"Before I tell you this, I hope you can promise me one thing," he said.

"Are you bargaining with me?" Voldemort frowned.

Lycos still didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to suddenly turn cold, and the air seemed to freeze.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at Lecos, putting more and more pressure on Lecos, but he had no intention of backing down.

If you miss this opportunity, you don’t know when you will get it again.

"Good, very courageous, worthy of being the little wizard I value." After a long time, Voldemort finally relented.

"what do you want?"

"I hope to be the one to lead the next operation to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Lycos took a deep breath. "Don't worry, I will definitely help you get the stone!"

Voldemort stared at him, then suddenly laughed darkly.

"Okay! Then let me see how much better you are than Quirrell!" He said coldly, "Can you tell me the clue about the three-headed dog now?"

Lycos nodded.

"I only found a few clues, but I didn't find out how to deal with the three-headed dog."

"Are you making fun of me?" Voldemort's face darkened. "Do you know the price of deceiving me?"

"Of course I wouldn't dare to lie to you." Lycos smiled. "Although I don't know the specific method...but the clues I got tell me that there is someone who knows how to deal with the three-headed dog."

"Who?" Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes.

"Rubeau Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper," Lycos said word by word.

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Chapter 53 The Beginning of Changing Destiny

Lycos didn't care whether Quirrell really wanted to seek help from Dumbledore; nor did he care how Voldemort would torture Quirrell, who was already rebellious; nor did he care whether what happened next would develop according to the original plot...

He only knew that he finally had a chance to control his own destiny.

So, before Halloween, the three little ones were rummaging through the library when they encountered an unexpected guest...

"Nicolas Flamel's name isn't in 'The Great Wizards of the 20th Century,' nor is it in 'A Directory of Famous Contemporary Magicians'... Isn't he some kind of celebrity?"

Between the two large bookshelves in the library, Hermione, with her messy brown hair, was talking to herself in front of a piece of parchment.

It looked like a list of topics and titles she had decided to look up.

At the same time, Ron was strolling in front of a row of books, aimlessly pulling some books out of the shelves, putting them back, pulling them out, putting them back...

Harry unknowingly stumbled to the entrance of the Restricted Area and tried to enter this wider area, but the air in front of him was as solid as a wall, firmly blocking him outside.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the restricted area, which scared Harry.

"It's almost vacation time, and you're still hanging out in the library. Are you really that studious?"

Lycos was leaning against a bookshelf nearby, his arms folded, watching Harry with interest.

"Hayden?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why are you in the Restricted Section? Hermione just told me that to search for any banned book, you must have a note signed by the professor..."

"Obviously, this means I have a note signed by the professor." Lycos shrugged. "Otherwise, do you think Madam Pince would let me in?"

"No way?" Ron popped out from behind some pile of books and looked at Lycos suspiciously. "What professor is so stupid as to sign for a first-year student?"

"If you ask me... you Slytherins are full of crooked ways. I think you just found the dark magic to break the protection of the restricted section."

"Believe it or not." Lycos rolled his eyes.

The world is really going downhill. These people would rather believe that they can do black magic than believe that there are professors who are stupid...

He stood up from the bookshelf, turned a few corners along the piles of books next to it, and came to the little witch buried by the books.

"I heard that you are looking for Nicolas Flamel?" Lycos asked casually.

Hermione, who was buried in a pile of books, was startled and stood up suddenly.

With a "crash", a pile of books was knocked over by her accidentally and scattered on the ground covered with thick velvet carpet. There was also a book with its pages spread out and fell upside down on Lycos' feet.

"How...how do you know what we are looking for?" Hermione asked in panic, clutching the corner of her clothes tightly.

"I just happened to hear it. When you were talking, you didn't even look to see if there was anyone around." Lycos said casually, bending down to pick up the book covering his feet.

"A Directory of Famous Contemporary Magicians?"

Looking at the title of the book, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at!" Ron said indignantly, "Not only did you eavesdrop on our conversation, you even dared to laugh at us... It's just that we didn't find anyone, what's so funny?"

"Because you're going in the wrong direction..."

Lycos squatted down and put the scattered books back in their original places one by one, his eyes sweeping over the titles: "The Great Wizards of the 20th Century", "Major Discoveries in Modern Magic", "A Study of the Development of Modern Witchcraft"...

"Tsk, if you keep searching like this, you might even empty this library of books and still not find Nicolas Flamel."

"That's impossible!" Harry, who had followed from the Restricted Area entrance, blurted out, "How could a wizard who could be friends with Dumbledore be an unknown person? His name must be recorded..."

"Besides, I have an impression of this name. I must have seen it somewhere!"

Harry was quite sure that he had seen the name Nicolas Flamel before, but he had no idea which book it was in... The problem was that he had only read a few books from beginning to end since he entered the wizarding world...

"When did I say Nicolas Flamel was a nobody?" Lycos gave him a funny look.

I have to admit, with the advantage of foresight, I always have a strange sense of superiority in front of others, and it feels quite fun to tease them...

"Just say whatever you want to say. Why keep me in suspense?" Ron said indignantly.

Hermione stopped Ron and shook her head at him.

Then, she looked at Lycos hesitantly and asked slowly, "Hayden, you mean... do you know Nicolas Flamel?"

A hint of hope flashed in the little witch's eyes for a moment, then a lot of worry appeared, but she quickly hid these emotions.

Although Hermione's academic performance has begun to show, as an eleven-year-old witch, she is still too young, especially compared to another little witch with golden hair...

Lycos immediately noticed the worry in Hermione's eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he felt relieved, certain that his plan was going smoothly.

"Of course." Lycos nodded to Hermione. "Nicolas Flamel is actually quite famous, but he's been much more low-key over the past two hundred years. It's normal that you don't know him."

"What did you say...two hundred years?" Hermione keenly grasped the key point in Lekos' words.

"Are you kidding me?!" Ron couldn't help but raise his voice.

In the quiet library, his voice echoed between several huge bookshelves.

Harry was startled and immediately covered Ron's mouth, fearing that he would attract Madam Pince's attention.

"Hayden, it's not that we don't want to believe you, it's just too unbelievable." Hermione lowered her voice and whispered, "How could someone live for over 200 years?"

"It's normal actually. Wizards have a longer lifespan than Muggles." Lycos leaned casually against the bookshelf beside him.

"Isn't Headmaster Dumbledore over a hundred years old? He's still very energetic now. If nothing unexpected happens, he can definitely live to be two hundred years old."

It’s a pity that according to the original plot, an accident still happened in the end.

"Not only Dumbledore, our previous headmaster, Armando Dippet, has lived for more than 300 years and is still alive!" Lecos continued to give examples.

"And there's also our History of Magic textbook. The author of 'A History of Magic' is Bathilda Bagshot. She seems to be around 150 years old... Miss Know-it-all should know her, right?"

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Chapter 54 Chocolate Frog Cards

Harry and Ron, whose mouth he covered, looked at Hermione inquiringly at the same time.

"If the History of Magic is correct, Madam Bassart is indeed nearly a hundred and fifty years old."

Hermione nodded slowly, then looked at the magic books piled up like a mountain nearby, her expression looking very depressed.

"So... our search for modern books is completely futile. Should we look for materials from two hundred years ago?"

"To be precise, it should be information from six hundred years ago." Lycos laughed.

"Six hundred?!"

As soon as Harry released his hand from covering Ron's mouth, Ron was startled again and jumped up from the ground. His fiery red hair looked like a parrot with its feathers blown off.

"Keep your voice down, Ron!" Harry quickly pushed him back to the ground, and covered Ron's mouth with twice the strength as before. "If Madam Pince finds us, we're finished..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Hermione beside him with a panicked look on her face, trying desperately to hide herself behind piles of books.

And Lecos, who had been acting so carefree, straightened up without knowing when, and turned his back away from the bookshelf. His expression was so serious that it was unlike him at all.

"I heard you were looking for me, kid."

Harry turned around and found Madam Pince standing behind him with a calm expression.

However, that calm was more like the prelude to a volcanic eruption, which could unleash terrifying energy at any moment...

"Hello... hello, Madam Pince." Harry greeted awkwardly.

He was about to raise his hand to wave, but then he realized that his hands were still on Ron's mouth, so he quickly withdrew his hands and wiped the saliva on his palms on his pants.

"But I clearly heard you calling me!"

The next moment, Madam Pince really exploded.