Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

The truth is, after arriving at Hogwarts, he never had the chance to discuss his past experiences with anyone... Those past events that seemed to be from the previous era were deeply suppressed in his heart. He dared not let anyone find out, and they slowly became moldy.

Sometimes, even Lycos himself forgot that he was a time traveler and only regarded himself as a little wizard with foresight.

Now, as a former English major, someone finally talked to him about a book that his former lecturer had repeatedly emphasized in a class called "English Literature Appreciation"...

That moldy memory seemed to be wiped carefully by a wet handkerchief.

Lycos subconsciously shook out those appreciations that he had once been extremely bored with in class, but now found particularly endearing...

However, even the most superficial comments for college students in the past would seem too profound if applied to a young wizard in the magical world.

There was silence in the air for a moment.

Then, a clear voice broke the silence:

"Since you're so good at taking advantage of the situation, why don't you help me analyze it again—"

Cassandra stared at Lykos and bit her lip.

"If Romeo and Juliet are not a good match, their two families can't find common interests, and they have irreconcilable conflicts... then, is there still a chance for them to be together?"

Lykos looked at Cassandra, surprised at why she would ask such a question, but relieved that she did not pursue his analysis.

"Is this the case? That's a bit troublesome..."

He put the milk aside, rested his elbows on the armrest, and supported his chin with his fingers folded.

"Although I don't believe there are irreconcilable conflicts or that common interests will never be found...but since this is a hypothetical story, it depends on how much the two protagonists have experienced together and whether their hearts are strong enough."

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Until the day before Christmas, Lycos still couldn't figure out why Cassandra asked such a question, nor did he know whether she had any doubts about him.

And more importantly, there is no such character in the original Harry Potter novel!

Logically speaking, a little witch like Cassandra, who is extremely outstanding in both appearance and ability, should not have no trace left in JK Rowling's writing.

Lycos didn't think so before, thinking that the little blonde witch had no influence on the development of the plot and was just one of the ellipsis in the book.

However, ever since that conversation after the holiday, he has become increasingly aware of Cassandra's abnormality.

During the flying lesson, Neville should have broken his arm, but was saved by a slowing spell; on the day of the Halloween dinner, Cassandra appeared in front of the troll and knocked the monster unconscious with several consecutive stunning spells...

This obviously cannot be explained by a simple "butterfly effect brought about by time travelers."

For the first time, Lecos realized that the plot of the original work was not omnipotent, and the real magical world could not be explained clearly by just a few books and movies.

In this magic school, there are still many unexpected things going on, and there are many wonderful stories worth exploring...

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Chapter 58: Vouching for Snape

The sky was grayish white, and the wind was whistling. The leaves of the cedar trees remained dark green, swaying constantly in the cold wind, shaking off the flying snowflakes, and were covered by new snow in the blink of an eye.

Snowflakes were flying all over the place, blocking out the entire entrance and exit of the castle, making it impossible to see any sunlight.

The Black Lake in the distance was completely submerged in snow, and the originally deep and dark lake water turned into a vast expanse of white, like a thin piece of gauze.

There is a stone bridge between the two towers of Hogwarts Castle, connecting the Astronomy Tower and the Main Tower.

The stone bridge was covered with thick snow and the bridge surface was covered with smooth ice.

Lycos was now walking on the ice, holding the snow-covered railing with his hands in leather gloves, and moving carefully towards the astronomical tower.

He was wearing the thick velvet wizard robes that Draco had bought with his money, with the hood pulled back on his head and the neckline tied tightly with a rope.

Despite this, the cold wind still blew into my neck in gusts.

The ground was too slippery. Lycos knew that if he continued to walk slowly, he might have to be exposed to the cold wind for dozens of minutes outside, so he simply "slipped" and slid over, then fell heavily on the marble floor of the astronomical tower.

"Ouch, little guy, how did you fall here?"

When Lycos looked up, he saw a fat ghost floating over curiously, patting his big belly and asking in a friendly manner.

"Because there's not many people in the castle right now, the entrance door has been locked by Filch." Lecos stood up with the help of the wall and patted the snow on his back. "I need to go to the teaching area, and the nearest way is this bridge..."

He rubbed his hands and moved closer to the torch in the corridor, then he felt a little warmer.

"So studious?" The fat monk patted his belly in surprise. "Tomorrow is Christmas, and the other kids staying in school are having fun, but you're here in the teaching area planning to study?"

"I'm not planning on studying, I'm just going to ask the professors what gifts they need for Christmas." Lycos gave a very standard smile, "I plan to prepare a gift for each professor."

"Oh! What a good boy." The fat monk wiped his eyes sentimentally. "Your professor will be proud of you."

I don’t know whether they feel proud or not, but it is true that two professors feel anxious.

Lycos secretly complained.

Then he said goodbye to the fat monk and went straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor.

"You coming, Hayden?"

At this time, Quirrell's face was pale, and he was sitting behind his desk, trying to force a smile.

Ever since Lycos exposed his request for help, Quirrell really couldn't mention the name of this black-hearted little wizard anymore and could only call him by his surname instead.

He had been tortured terribly by Voldemort these days, and had declared thousands of times that he would not betray him, but he was still not trusted.

And the culprit of all this is the little wizard in front of us!

"Good morning, Professor Quirrell." As the winner, Lycos greeted Quirrell with a smile as usual.

Quirrell looked at his smile and was furious, but he had no way to retaliate, so he could only snort silently.

Then he simply turned around and took off his turban, letting Voldemort talk to Lycos.

"Lycos, I'm entrusting you with the task of stealing the Philosopher's Stone because I want to see your performance..."

As soon as Voldemort revealed his face from his turban, he put a sinister pressure on Lycos.

"Christmas is coming soon. Have you decided what to do?"

"Of course, I've already made a preliminary plan." Lycos nodded with a smile, "But... the premise of this plan is that we need to find a helper."

"Help?" Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes and said in a deep voice, "Where are you going to find help for me?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, I'm truly destitute right now. I wonder if any of my former servants have changed their minds... I don't intend to summon them until I regain my strength."

"But I have the impression... that you once had a capable assistant, and he is now in Hogwarts." Lecos said softly.

A flash of crimson flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

"You're not talking about... Severus?" He said slowly, "But, Lekos, you clearly know that he has gained Dumbledore's trust and has become the head of Slytherin."

"How do you expect me to trust him?!"

As these words came out of his mouth, Voldemort suddenly opened his scarlet eyes.

"Don't worry, Lord Dark Lord," Lycos replied calmly, his expression unchanged. "Let me analyze the current situation for you—"

"You only have two men now. Quirrell's loyalty is a problem. We cannot guarantee that he will do his job seriously, and we cannot rely on him for the chance to obtain the Philosopher's Stone..."

"As for me, due to my age, my magic level is still far from that of an adult wizard, so it is naturally difficult for me to help you get the Philosopher's Stone."

"Under such a disadvantage, our chances of obtaining the Philosopher's Stone are probably less than one percent..."

There was a flash of anger in Voldemort's eyes.

"Then what do you say we should do?" he growled. "It's just a Philosopher's Stone. If my strength hadn't recovered, I could easily take it out! But you guys keep letting me down!"

"But we've reached a stalemate," Lycos said calmly. "You haven't recovered your strength yet. Without help, it will be difficult for us to obtain the Philosopher's Stone. And if you recover your strength, there will be no need to meet with your former subordinates..."

"So I thought we could take a gamble on Snape's loyalty to you."

"What if he completely surrenders to Dumbledore and tells that old immortal about my existence? What should we do?" Voldemort's face turned cold.

"That's just like what you did all those years ago, changing your attachment." Lycos said softly, "At most, it's just a few more years of dormancy..."

Seeing the red light in Voldemort's eyes growing brighter and he seemed about to lose his temper, Lycos added:

"And I made a discovery a few days ago - when I went to Professor Snape's office, I found him staring at his left arm, looking very lonely."

He lifted up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing the pale red hideous mark.

"I know very well that where Professor Snape's gaze is is exactly where the Dark Mark is!"

Of course, Lycos's words were made up, but they were enough to scare Voldemort.

Because this extremely weak Dark Lord has no one else to trust and is in desperate need of a life-saving straw...

"If you still don't want to believe it, then I am willing to vouch for Professor Snape." Lycos looked at Voldemort's gradually relaxing expression and added the final chip.

"If Professor Snape really betrays you, I am willing to accept any punishment!"

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Chapter 59: A Chinese allegorical saying: Quirrell gives Snape a gift - no good intentions

On Christmas Day, Snape received a gift.

The gift was signed by the person Dumbledore had asked him to pay attention to, the suspicious Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - Quirinus Quirrell (QQ).

Snape frowned.

He quickly pulled out his wand from his sleeve, pointed it at the ill-intentioned gift box, and subconsciously wanted to destroy it.

However, after thinking about it, Snape put his wand down again.

Theoretically speaking, if Quirrell was unwilling to reveal his intentions, then he would have no reason to attack the Slytherin Headmaster...

Of course, you still have to be wary of gifts from suspicious people.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, revealing a sudden malicious smile.

He waved his wand, and Quirrell's Christmas present floated in the air, following him out of the Potions Professor's office and all the way to the gargoyle statue on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

"Password?"

the gargoyle asked, its stone mouth opening and closing.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he uttered a command that he thought was extremely shameful from between his teeth:

"Chocolate toffee."