Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Life-threatening?" Draco slapped his thigh, appearing even more interested. "It sounds like you did something really exciting!"

"Exciting? How exciting?" Even Crabbe and Goyle, the two fools, became interested and came over with curious faces and asked.

They were also carrying their own luggage and Draco's luggage. Packages of all sizes were hanging on their bodies, almost covering every part of their bodies, but the two fat guys didn't seem to complain of being tired.

All I can say is that no matter how magical these two fat guys are, they are very talented in physical strength.

"Is it as exciting as eating booger-flavored Beebe's Every Flavour Beans in Professor Snape's class?" Crabbe asked nervously.

"I think the onion flavor is a little more exciting than the Every Flavour Beans," Goyle added nervously.

Lycos fell silent for a moment.

"That's all you two have!" Draco jumped up from the bed and kicked the two fat guys. "All you do all day is eat Bibi Every Flavour Beans. Can't you think of anything more exciting?"

As he said this, he looked at Lycos and gave him an ambiguous smile.

"You two...are you going on a night trip to the Forbidden Forest?"

Lycos: “…”

Sure enough, the eleven-year-old little wizard was still too pure. Even the young master from the Malfoy family could not come up with any excessive guesses.

"Okay, stop guessing here and pack your things." Lycos pushed Draco down from the head of the bed and pulled the bed curtain.

"I'm sleepy and need to catch up on some sleep!"

……

"Today, we're going to talk about how to...deal with werewolves. Everyone, turn to...page 35..."

Shortly after the new semester started, in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

As usual, Quirrell was reading out the knowledge points in the textbook at the podium.

Some of the young wizards below were dozing off, while others were whispering to their friends around them, but Quirrell on the stage paid no attention to any of this, and just kept trying to speak more clearly.

"Werewolf bites...are very difficult to heal...so they usually require special medicines...medicines to treat them." Quirrell was still reading from the textbook.

"We usually use a mixture of silver powder and dittany and apply it on the wound to treat werewolf bites, thereby preventing the victim from bleeding to death..."

Lycos listened to the class bored, occasionally turning his eyes to the little blonde witch in the back row.

After Cassandra saw the Mirror of Erised on Christmas Day, she never spoke to Lykos again. Even when Lykos took the initiative to ask her about related matters, she ignored him.

Not only that, her low-key and secretive nature seemed to be even more serious. Her classmates almost forgot that there was such a person, and even professors would not call on her to answer questions in class.

As a result, Cassandra almost became an invisible person with no sense of existence, spending the whole day alone and doing her own things.

Lycos didn't know what she was thinking, let alone the secrets she held... He didn't have the energy to pay attention.

Lycos himself is still having a headache now.

Dumbledore's vague gaze put too much pressure on him. He even didn't dare to look for Quirrell for half a month. He didn't know what Voldemort would think...

"Mr. Hayden, could you please stay after class?"

Just then, Quirrell's trembling voice rang out from the front of the classroom.

Lycos looked up and found that the students were yawning, carrying their backpacks, and walking out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom one after another, not even bothering to say hello to their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Hey, Lycos, when did you offend Quirrell?" Draco asked curiously. "This is the first time he's given a student detention."

He had just put the unopened copy of "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense" on the table back into his snakeskin wallet and stood up from his chair.

"How should I know?" Lycos shrugged, his face expressionless. "You guys should go to the next class and wait for me. I don't think Quirrell has anything to do with me."

"That's fine. He's just a useless professor, so he wouldn't dare to do anything to you."

Draco laughed and pushed the two fat boys, Crabbe and Goyle, out of the classroom.

When he was the only one left in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Lecos's expression turned cold.

He raised his head and looked at Quirrell, who also had a grim expression.

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Chapter 71 Everyone is happy

"Hayden, what on earth are you doing these days?"

Quirrell walked down from the podium and asked in a cold tone.

"It has been several weekends in a row. The master and I haven't seen you at the gathering place... Are you planning to betray the Dark Lord?"

"Of course I won't betray the Dark Lord." Lycos looked around and lowered his voice. "I had no choice. Otherwise, how could I have missed the meeting?"

"What's the compulsion? I think you just want to be a deserter!" Quirrell snorted coldly.

"You're giving me detention so you can slander me indiscriminately?" Lycos' tone was just as cold. "Then I'll tell you, Dumbledore has my attention. Are you satisfied?"

Quirrell's tone paused.

"How can it be……"

"How is it impossible?" Lycos threw the blame on Quirrell. "If it weren't for you wanting to seek help from Dumbledore and making so many mistakes, how could I have been targeted by the headmaster?"

In the stunned eyes of Quirrell, he took a few steps forward, stared into Quirrell's eyes, and scolded coldly:

"Is this what you wished for? Just because I was a little close to you, Dumbledore became suspicious of me. On Christmas Day, he secretly tested me..."

"If I hadn't been so quick-witted and managed to get by, I'm afraid my identity would have been exposed! How could I possibly risk being discovered and come back to you?!"

Quirrell was stunned by what he said. He didn't know what to say in response and just stood there hesitantly.

"So...what about our plan?"

"Don't worry, I have a backup plan." Lycos' tone softened a little, and he took out half a piece of parchment from his pocket. "Let the Dark Lord take a look at this, and then act according to this plan."

"If everything goes well, with Professor Snape's help, we should be able to easily get the Philosopher's Stone... Of course, I probably won't have many opportunities to get involved in this plan later. You must be extremely careful, understand?"

"Of course, I don't need you to teach me how to do things." Quirrell finally came to his senses, snorted coldly, and put the half piece of parchment into his sleeve without leaving a trace.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Several young wizards walked in together. They were students who were going to take the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Quirrell glanced over there and immediately returned to his stuttering, useless self:

"Mr. Hayden, you did a great job on your homework this time. I hope you can come to the podium and give a presentation on it to everyone in the next class."

"My pleasure, Professor Quirrell." Lycos glanced at Quirrell and then smiled.

He smiled broadly.

In fact, if Dumbledore's suspicion of him is used properly, it might be a good excuse -

It was a reasonable way to turn down the weekly meeting with Voldemort, a clever way to remove himself from the plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and a perfect reason to avoid Quirrell.

In this situation, even if Voldemort did not steal the Philosopher's Stone in the end, it had nothing to do with the diligent Lycos.

"My plan was clearly perfect, but because of Dumbledore's suspicion, I couldn't intervene directly... But Quirrell didn't execute my plan well, which led to the failure of stealing the Philosopher's Stone!"

Lycos had even thought of a reason to confront Voldemort after the theft of the Philosopher's Stone failed.

In short, hide for a while and wait until Voldemort is driven away before surfacing again!

……

After the heavy snow on Christmas, there were continuous rainy days.

The snow around the castle had melted away, leaving only some icicles hanging stubbornly on the dead branches.

The sky was covered by thick clouds, and neither the blue nor the sunshine could be seen. Only gray and black alternated.

The wind did not stop, and a damp and cold air blew from afar. The lawn of the Quidditch field was all wet. When you stepped on it, it made a rustling sound and splashed handfuls of fine water.

A group of Quidditch players in red uniforms were arguing loudly on the field, even drowning out the sound of the rain.

"Will you please stop fooling around!" a tall boy yelled. "This will definitely make us lose the game! Snape is the referee this time, and he'll definitely find every excuse to deduct points from the Gryffindor team!"

When the red-haired George Weasley heard this, he fell off his broom with a thud.

"Snape as referee?" he asked in surprise, spitting out the dirt in his mouth. "When has he ever been a referee for a Quidditch match? If we have a chance of defeating Slytherin, he will definitely not make a fair decision."

The other team members also landed next to George, complaining.

On the other side, unlike the Gryffindor players, the Slytherin students were overjoyed.

"What? Professor Snape is going to be the referee?" Draco jumped up from the sofa in the common room in surprise. "Doesn't that mean we're sure to win?"

He seemed to be extremely accustomed to Snape's favoritism, and even took it for granted.

"It's not us, it's the Hufflepuff team that might win." Flint said with some regret, "It's a pity that the next game is not between us and Gryffindor. Professor Snape can't increase our total points by too much..."

"Not much, though," added another Slytherin Quidditch player.

"If we can get Hufflepuff to pull away from Gryffindor by enough points, then our previous loss to them won't be too much of a problem and we can easily turn the tables."

"That's great!" Draco clapped his hands vigorously, and then subconsciously turned his gaze to Lycos who was reading a book on the side. "Lycos, aren't you happy?"

"Oh, I'm very happy." Lycos glanced at him and said casually.

Draco: "...Why don't you sound happy at all?"

"Nonsense," Lycos muttered to himself.

After all, it was his idea to let Snape be the referee of the next game... Well, it was an idea based on the original plot.

It would be interesting to see double agent Snape referee the next Quidditch match:

In Voldemort's view, Snape chose to protect Harry in order to confuse Dumbledore; in Dumbledore's view, it reflected Snape's nostalgia for his old friend and his concern for the savior; in Lycos's view, the original plot could be reproduced to make the development of the story more familiar...

It was a joy to all.

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Chapter 72 Snape doesn't care about his image at all

When the first Quidditch game after school started, the referee in the center of the field was indeed replaced.

The heroic Madam Hooch with short gray hair was gone, replaced by Snape with greasy long black hair, a sallow face and a long hooked nose.

"Wonder how long Potter can stay on his broom this time? Anyone want to take a bet? How about you, Weasley?"