Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and fell into the sofa beside him.

After all, magic of the Fire Shield level is too complicated. Maintaining it for such a long time is indeed a considerable burden for Lecos, who is only eleven years old.

What's more, he was distracted by using the levitation spell, which further increased his mental burden.

Fortunately, there were no problems...

Lycos retracted his two wands and stared at the book with unfocused eyes, not knowing what to do with it.

However, before he could figure out how to deal with it, something unexpected happened!

On the page of the "Story Collection", below the introduction, the symbol that originally looked so ordinary suddenly emitted a silver flash, and the light became brighter and brighter.

Then, it flew out from the page and hit Lycos's left hand in an instant!

Lycos had no time to react at all. He could only watch as the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, carrying an unignorable silver light, suddenly merged into the palm of his hand.

Then, the silver light began to move from the palm of his hand and went straight into the bandage that had been tied on his left forearm.

Although Lycos was a little flustered in his heart, his reaction was as quick as a conditioned reflex. He quickly untied the bandage and tried to capture the movement of the silver light.

And there was another mark beneath the bandage—

A skull with a giant snake spitting out of its mouth. That was the Dark Mark that Voldemort carved on Lycos by controlling Quirrell's body in the forest of Albania.

After touching the Dark Mark, the silver light gradually slowed down until it stopped at the forehead of the skull, and its color slowly faded.

Finally, it turned into the same light red color as its own and became motionless.

Just when Lycos was puzzled by the behavior of the Deathly Hallows symbol, something strange happened again -

The symbol of the Deathly Hallows once again glowed silver, causing the entire Dark Mark to also glow, no longer the pale red that had previously blended in with the skin.

In an instant, the silver light suddenly dissipated.

As the light faded, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows and the Dark Mark vanished into thin air...

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Chapter 61 Christmas is Coming

Lycos stared at the scene with wide eyes, feeling like he was dreaming.

How could such a complex black magic as the Dark Mark be eliminated so easily?

Doesn’t Voldemort have any respect?

However, theoretically speaking, the disappearance of the Dark Mark might not be a bad thing for Lycos.

You don’t have to tie your sleeves tightly every day and worry about them showing from your arms all day long; you don’t have to always think about the bandages on your hands, and you can free your left arm, which is almost accustomed to being bound.

But there is one more thing…

What would he say if Voldemort asked?

Just as Lycos was thinking about how Voldemort would question him, a silver light suddenly appeared on his left forearm, exactly the same silver light that had previously eliminated the Dark Mark.

The next moment, the Dark Mark emerged from the skin again...

Lycos blinked.

He vaguely felt a strange power inside the skin of his left forearm, which seemed to be able to be activated according to his will.

So he blinked again, focusing his attention on the area where the two marks were.

Sure enough, as Lycos's thoughts turned, the Dark Mark gradually faded and disappeared into his skin.

After several attempts and practice, Lycos was soon able to easily control the Dark Mark to become invisible or visible, and could even choose to make the symbol of the Deathly Hallows appear alone.

Now there are no worries at all.

"Which kind-hearted person is so careless that he doesn't even write his name?" Lycos looked through the gift box containing "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" but couldn't find any signature.

He knew very well that this magic specifically targeting the Dark Mark could not be just a simple gift.

This at least meant that there was someone in the wizarding world who was fully aware of his undercover situation; and that person's magical abilities were so extraordinary that they could directly affect the Dark Mark that Voldemort was so proud of!

Lycos let the symbol of the Deathly Hallows appear on his arm alone, and his brows were tightly locked together again.

He hadn't thought about it that way just now, and he hadn't realized the problem yet.

However, now that he thought about the Deathly Hallows and his extraordinary magical abilities, a name unconsciously came to his mind.

Gellert Grindelwald.

"Damn it! Why is Grindelwald involved again? It's already troublesome enough for me to deal with Voldemort and Dumbledore..."

Lycos's face looked a little grim.

He now understood that the Deathly Hallows symbol in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" was probably sent to help him.

It can help him hide the existence of the Dark Mark and prevent it from being exposed in front of Voldemort. It is also very simple to operate, which is very useful for Lecos now.

However, once another organization, another great wizard who once stood at the top of the magical world, is involved, it will be very bad...

"morning."

A slightly cool voice sounded, dispelling some of the heat from the fire in the fireplace.

Lycos subconsciously hid the symbol of the Deathly Hallows back into his skin and looked up at the little blonde witch who was walking out of the common room door.

"Good morning, Cassandra." He waved casually.

"Why are you opening presents in the common room?" Cassandra asked calmly. "Do you really think this is your dorm?"

After spending these few days together, Cassandra seemed to have become more familiar with Lycos. Her voice and tone had changed, no longer as cold as an iceberg as before.

"Of course, there's no one else here anyway." Lycos shrugged. "Why not make use of the space? The sofa here is much more comfortable than the chairs in the dormitory."

Cassandra didn't respond, but just sat down gracefully on the sofa next to Lycos, holding a dark blue-covered book, took off her shoes, and curled her legs in the thick fur.

Just as she was about to read quietly in the most comfortable position, she glanced at Lycos, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in her green eyes.

"Are you finally willing to take off your bandages?" Cassandra asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Lycos nodded, rubbing his smooth left arm with his right hand. "I took it off suddenly today, and I'm a little uncomfortable for a while."

"I'm curious, what kind of injury would make you wear a bandage for three or four months... and you're unwilling to go to the school infirmary?" asked Cassandra.

Then, a playful smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"I thought you had some hidden secret up your sleeve!"

It seemed as if Cassandra was joking, but this joke was not so pleasant in Lycos's eyes... because he really had a secret that he could not see...

So he quickly changed the subject.

"Is the Christmas gift I chose okay?" asked Lycos.

"Very good." Cassandra didn't question the bandages anymore and picked up the dark blue book in her arms. "Shakespeare's Twelfth Night... You really know a lot about Muggle books."

"No, I just stumbled upon it." Lycos shook his head. "I just think...compared to tragedies like Romeo and Juliet, comedies like Twelfth Night are more interesting..."

"Life is already so tiring, why do we have to watch such a tragedies that make us feel exhausted?"

Cassandra raised her long eyebrows and stared at Lycos with a meaningful look.

"That's not something an eleven-year-old boy would say."

"Maybe I'm precocious?" Lycos stretched out on the sofa. "You know, those of us who came from miserable orphanages are always more mature than those pure-bloods who grew up with a silver spoon in their mouths."

"By the way, where's my Christmas present?"

He glanced at the pile of gifts next to the fireplace, but did not see Cassandra's name among them.

"I say...you didn't prepare anything for me, did you?" he asked.

"How come?" Cassandra raised her chin and took out a small gift box from the pocket on the side of her skirt.

Lycos took the gift box and shook it slightly.

It was very light, and he couldn't guess what was inside. He was about to open it in front of him, but Cassandra raised her hand to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Lycos asked in surprise.

"Open it at the most appropriate time, okay?" Cassandra tilted her head with a faint smile on her lips.

The waterfall of golden hair cascaded down the side of her ears and hung on the soft back of the sofa. Illuminated by the candlelight, it looked like mercury pouring on the ground.

"When is the best time?" Lycos asked softly, holding the gift box.

"Maybe... when you encounter an extremely urgent situation and can't solve the current dilemma."

Cassandra's green eyes blinked slightly.

"When that happens, open this gift, okay?"

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Chapter 62 Christmas Party

The Christmas dinner arrived as scheduled.

The Christmas atmosphere in Hogwarts Castle was particularly strong. The hall was decorated with twelve towering Christmas trees, which seemed to have been cut down by Hagrid from the Forbidden Forest a few days ago.

The surrounding walls were hung with hanging streamers of holly and mistletoe, and a group of glowing fairies flew around the Christmas tree, ribbons and windows, making the hall dazzle with light.

Icicles hung from the handrails of the marble staircase, and warm, dry snowflakes fell from the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium.

Unlike the opening ceremony banquet and Halloween dinner attended by all the teachers and students in the school, most of the students went home for Christmas, so there were only two or three cats and kittens left in the auditorium.

To this end, the four long tables were put away and replaced with several large round tables.

Professors no longer need to sit in their high and mighty professorial seats, but instead gather around a round table with the young wizards who remain on campus to enjoy Christmas Eve delicacies together.

"What are you wearing? An old robe you picked up from the street?"

Under a clump of lush mistletoe, Cassandra circled around Lycos, who looked uncomfortable, and curled her lips in disgust from time to time.

"If I had known you would attend the banquet dressed like this, I shouldn't have let you leave." She frowned slightly. "Well... I should have asked you to dress properly in the common room so as not to embarrass Slytherin."

"It's just a meal, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Lycos scratched his head.

He had just sneaked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office to arrange how Quirrell was going to trick Snape. How could he have time to take care of his image?