Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Tsk, tsk, it's really amazing, a thirty-year-old dean..."

"Because he needs me!" Snape said louder. "After Professor Slughorn retired, most of the Slytherins at that time joined the Death Eaters. No one was able to serve as the head of Slytherin."

"I'm the only one who has expressed my intention to join Dumbledore. He can only use me..."

Snape's head snapped up and met Voldemort's eyes.

"Master, my performance over the past ten years has gradually earned his trust. I can tell you all the information about Dumbledore. I can also lurk in Hogwarts and serve as your insider next to Dumbledore!"

"But how can you guarantee that Dumbledore will trust you?" Voldemort asked hoarsely.

"He will trust me." Snape was naturally prepared and repeated Dumbledore's words verbatim:

"You may know that Dumbledore doesn't believe that the Dark Lord disappeared just like that. He has been worried about your return...so I will agree to become his undercover agent among the Death Eaters."

"Oh, trying to please both sides, huh?" Voldemort sneered. "Then how can I be sure you're not on Dumbledore's side?"

Snape was silent for a moment.

Then he said slowly: "I will not tell Dumbledore about the Dark Lord's appearance in Hogwarts... Not only that, I will do my best to help you get the Philosopher's Stone!"

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Chapter 64 Double Undercover Snape

Snape's words seemed particularly sincere, and his reasons were very appropriate.

He did not deny that he had wavered when the Dark Lord left. This was the most commendable thing, and it only showed the truthfulness of Snape's words.

Voldemort was almost convinced by him.

However, he still had one last concern...

"Hehe, don't you hate me for killing that woman?" Voldemort asked softly.

At that moment, Snape seemed to freeze.

His face, hidden under the hood, twitched wildly, his lips half open, his heavily suppressed breathing trembled, and something glittering in his eyes seemed to be about to burst out...

"Why aren't you speaking? Are you dissatisfied with me?" Voldemort asked, with a hint of vigilance and precaution in his tone.

Snape's breathing suddenly calmed down.

"I just wanted her, that's all." His tone was so calm that it barely fluctuated. "There are other women in this world. After she died, I would naturally look for someone with purer blood and more worthy of me..."

"She's just a..."

"one……"

"Mudblood."

At this point, Snape's tone almost lost the forced calmness he had maintained. Every inch of his muscle and every hair was trembling, and he was regretting certain things in the past.

But he did it in the end.

In front of Voldemort, Snape's tone was forced to remain indifferent and indifferent from beginning to end, as if he really didn't care about the witch named Lily Evans.

This was the closest Snape's acting skills were ever exposed, but the weakened Voldemort was no longer able to perceive every emotional fluctuation of his men as keenly as before.

Moreover, Voldemort was also hoping that this capable general from the past would return to his side...

"No, Master, he's lying to you!" Quirrell suddenly shouted, "In the previous Quidditch match, when he cursed Harry Potter, he clearly felt someone else using a counter-curse..."

"I asked other professors later, and everyone knew that Snape was chanting a spell at that time. He must have been trying to save Harry Potter!"

"If you really are on the Master's side, why would you save our enemies?"

Quirrell's expression had become hysterical.

There was already a first-year student who, for some inexplicable reason, had taken the lead in stealing the Philosopher's Stone. Now, if there were a more capable Potions Professor and Slytherin Headmaster, he, already distrusted, would most likely be ruthlessly abandoned...

Voldemort's parasite has sucked away most of Quirrell's life force. When Quirrell is finally abandoned, he can only survive alone and wait for death.

Therefore, Quirrell must not allow his final purpose to be replaced by others.

He had to say something!

"Master, I think Snape is still thinking about that woman, so he loves her and protects Harry Potter!"

However, Quirrell's plan was doomed to fail.

At this moment, Snape's emotions, which were close to being out of control, had been adjusted in time, and he had returned to his previous cold, rational and inhuman state...

"Professor Quirrell, if your eyesight and intelligence were even remotely normal, you would know that the student I hate most is Harry Potter," he said coldly. "Anyone can attest to that."

"If it weren't for Dumbledore's favoritism, I would have expelled Potter from Hogwarts long ago just based on his violations of school rules!"

"Potter is just a mediocre, incompetent and arrogant eleven-year-old boy. It was thanks to his mother that he was lucky enough to survive eleven years ago! As long as I can expel him, he will have to return to the Muggle world and will not have any chance to learn magic..."

"By that time, Potter, who knows no magic, will pose no threat to the Master."

"But that doesn't explain why you counter-cursed him!" said Quirrell sharply. "I almost succeeded, and if it weren't for your counter-curse, Harry Potter would be dead!"

"Harry Potter can't be killed so easily by you!" Snape suddenly raised his hood and spoke in a sharp tone.

"McGonagall and Flitwick are always ready to cast a spell to save him. What makes you think you can easily block the two headmasters' spells?"

"What's more, Harry Potter is the one in the prophecy. I am sure he should be handed over to the Dark Lord himself, otherwise accidents are bound to happen!"

"So I have to take action."

He suddenly calmed down and slowed down his voice: "It was because I saved Potter in that Quidditch match that I could feel that Dumbledore trusted me more..."

"With his trust, I can better help the master obtain the Philosopher's Stone."

After saying this, Snape regained his composure and looked calmly at the ferocious face behind Quirrell.

"You are just quibbling..."

Quirrell was still unwilling to give up, but was interrupted by Voldemort.

"Enough! Haven't you humiliated yourself enough?" Voldemort roared hoarsely, "I believe in Severus. He has always been my most loyal and capable servant."

Snape bent slightly.

"Excuse me...what do you need me to do next?" he asked calmly.

“Don’t worry.” Voldemort tried to squeeze out an ugly smile from his ferocious face. “Before I inform you, you must keep a close eye on Dumbledore. Report anything unusual to me immediately!”

……

The cold wind was still blowing in the Forbidden Forest, but it was as warm as spring inside Hogwarts Castle.

Bundles of torches with a Christmas atmosphere illuminated every corner of the corridor, and many ribbons and candles decorated the entire castle.

Outside the window, snowflakes are flying and drifting, and inside the window, flames are jumping and swaying, making even the cold winter night seem warm.

Lycos was walking in a corridor at this time, looking at the little blonde witch beside him with a little confusion.

"This doesn't seem like... the direction to the common room."

"If you want to have a party with those senior students, you can go back now." Cassandra glanced at him and said casually.

"Anyway, since that Malfoy isn't here, those people don't have to give him face and show their good face to a half-blood from an orphanage."

Lycos's expression froze for a moment.

In fact, what Cassandra said made a lot of sense. Compared with the other three colleges, Slytherin students were particularly prone to forming small groups, especially excluding those young wizards who were said to have impure blood and whose families had no power.

For someone like Lycos, who came from an orphanage, if he had not given face to the heir of the Malfoy family, I don't know to what extent he would have been ostracized.

"If you don't want to be ridiculed, come with me." Cassandra tugged at Lykos's sleeve.

"I finally got my day's curfew lifted, and I want to go for a good stroll..."

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Chapter 65 Dance in the Snow

Lycos and Cassandra walked up the marble staircase to the third floor, crossed the stone bridge between the main tower and the astronomy tower, and arrived at the teaching area of ​​Hogwarts Castle.

The stone bridge was still covered with ice, and after being polished by heavy snow and strong winds, the road surface was as smooth as the frozen surface of the Black Lake.

However, this piece of ice that had caused considerable obstacles to Lycos not long ago actually aroused Cassandra's considerable interest.

Her cold expression seemed to melt, she raised the corners of her mouth playfully, waved her wand, and a pair of ice blades naturally emerged from the soles of her leather boots.

The little witch stepped on the ice skates and danced gracefully on the smooth ice.

The Christmas dress she wore was like blooming petals, her golden hair flying behind her. Under the moonlight, it was like shining silk, spinning with the falling snowflakes...

Lycos looked at Cassandra dancing in the moonlight and felt like he was watching a dance party that belonged to him alone.

Cassandra's original aloofness, coldness, and alienation seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a soul that was in line with that of an eleven-year-old girl.

Lively and smart.

Lycos thought for a moment, then took out the snakeskin wallet that Draco had just sent him. He then pulled out a square box from it, gently turned a knob, and placed it on the railing of the stone bridge.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The clear music of the music box echoed in the heavy snow, and the falling snowflakes seemed to have a rhythm...

"Incendio."

When the song ended, a ball of fire rose in Lykos's palm and was held in front of Cassandra.

"Aren't you cold? You're wearing a skirt outdoors, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Lycos exhaled a breath of white mist and walked to Cassandra holding the railing.

"I cast an invulnerability spell on myself. It'll be better if I don't get caught in the snow." Cassandra cast a spell to remove the ice blades from the soles of her shoes and stomped her feet on the ice. "Your hair has turned white, so I'll give you one too—"

"Impervius."

She moved her wand.

Lycos really felt that the snow and water falling on his head deviated from his body and fell to the ground, and his body immediately felt warmer.

"Huh...knowing magic is so convenient." He shook his arms, shaking off the snowflakes on his shoulders. "Just by moving my wand, I feel like my quality of life has improved a lot."

"So, study magic well." Cassandra smiled slightly and walked into the wooden door of the astronomy tower side by side with Lycos.

She threw her messy blonde hair behind her shoulders, stretched out her hands and smoothed it down, and it became smooth again.

When the snowy scene was left behind by the two, the blonde witch's expression returned to its former coldness and aloofness, as if her earlier cheerfulness and liveliness were but a fleeting flash...