Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Draco walked up the steps leading to the stands, laughing loudly and raising his chin in a provocative manner at Ron Weasley who was not far away.

Lycos gave him a look of disdain.

"I wonder who was so nervous the last time Potter was about to fall from the sky?" he chuckled.

Draco's face froze.

"I... I just didn't want anyone to die!" Draco said stubbornly, "But since there are professors who will save him, then of course I'd be happy to see Potter fall off his broom."

As he spoke, he pointed to the professors' stand opposite, where an old man with a white beard sat at the top.

"Look, Dumbledore is here in person. Will he just watch Potter die on the Quidditch field?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the stands over there. From the corner of his eye, Lecos clearly saw that the expressions of the two young wizards, Ron and Hermione, immediately relaxed a lot.

"Dumbledore?" Ron's head shot up, and he burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, Harry is out of danger." He said to Draco proudly, "If Dumbledore were watching the game, Snape would never dare to hurt Harry."

Ron excitedly pulled Hermione towards the center of the Quidditch field.

As the players were lining up to walk towards the field, Snape's expression looked very gloomy.

"Hermione, did you see that?" he laughed. "I've never seen Snape look so gloomy. He must have run out of opportunities to hurt Harry... Ouch!"

Ron's head whipped around, glaring at Draco who had stabbed him in the back of the head.

"what are you doing?"

"Who told you that it was Professor Snape who harmed Potter?" Draco grabbed Ron's shoulders and asked unconvincedly.

"Who else could it be if not him?" Ron retorted immediately. "He's the one who dislikes Harry the most, and we discovered earlier..."

"Stop it, Ron!" Hermione interrupted him quickly.

She shook her head at Ron, then glared at Draco, dragged Ron away from the stairs at an accelerated speed.

Draco watched the two of them leave and shrugged in boredom.

"These people are such a joke," he said. "Don't you agree, Lycos?"

"I think you're the one who can't even take a joke..." Lycos shook his head and sat down in an empty seat in the Slytherin stand. "How could a serious person joke like that?"

At this point, the competition has officially begun.

Snape quickly awarded the Hufflepuff team a penalty because George had hit a Bludger at him... well, it was hard to tell whether there was any personal vendetta involved.

In the sky, Harry squinted his eyes and circled around the field like a hawk, looking for the golden snitch that would signify the end of the game.

"Hufflepuff's seeker is not very good. He obviously can't fly even as well as Potter. I can do it too." Draco was assessing the situation on the field, with a lot of personal opinions in his mind.

"I heard from Flint that there's a third-year Hufflepuff student who's a good flyer, but he's a little too tall to be a seeker, so their captain didn't let him play..."

"If you ask me, no matter how unconventional your height is, it's better than not having good flying skills, right?"

While Draco was chattering, Lycos's attention was no longer on him, or even on the game.

Lycos kept looking around, but he didn't find the familiar blonde hair.

"Sure enough, you don't even want to watch Quidditch games..."

He exhaled lightly, feeling that something was not right with him.

Shouldn't we be thinking about how to solve Voldemort's problem and how to gain Dumbledore's trust? Cassandra's secret should actually be the least important, right?

Lycos couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, looked up at the cloudy sky, and emptied his mind.

"Wow--"

Just then, a sudden noise arose around Quidditch.

Lycos's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked towards a certain spot high in the sky.

Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry Potter, suddenly performed a beautiful dive and shot to the ground like a bullet, causing the audience to gasp and cheer.

"Potter obviously saw the money on the ground!" Draco was a little envious of Harry's diving speed, but he still said sarcastically, "I really hope he doesn't die too ugly when he falls to the ground."

In the air, Snape, the referee, had just started his broom.

He had already learned the magic of physical flight from Voldemort, but he had not flown on a broomstick for a long time, so he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

Suddenly, he saw a golden object flying past his ear with a whizzing sound, just a few inches away from him.

The next moment, Harry stopped diving.

Snape watched him raise his arms in triumph, the golden snitch that represented victory tightly grasped in his hand.

The stands were boiling.

This would be a new record; no one could remember a time during a Hogwarts match when the Golden Snitch had been caught so quickly.

"Walter..." Draco almost swore, "What kind of luck is this, Walter? Professor Snape hasn't even come in handy yet!"

Crabbe and Goyle also looked frustrated, although they didn't understand what this meant...

"Oh! Potter has caught the Snitch, in less than five minutes!"

Commentator Lee Jordan's voice carried across the field from above.

"Why hasn't the referee blown the whistle to end the game yet? Is he trying to cheat? Ah, I just remembered that it was Professor Snape. That's not surprising..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall quickly waved her wand to stop his amplification spell and shouted a warning.

Under the gaze of everyone, Snape's face turned pale and his lips were tightly pursed.

"drop--"

He finally blew the whistle, confirming Harry's victory.

Then Snape spat on the ground angrily and left the field without looking back.

Lycos looked at this uncivilized scene and just felt like laughing.

In order to let Voldemort see his resentment towards the savior, the Potions Professor really didn't care about his image at all.

……

Chapter 73: Is there more than one traitorous professor at Hogwarts?

An hour after the game, Harry Potter left the locker room alone to return the Nimbus 2000 given to him by Professor McGonagall to the broom shed.

He was in a happier mood than ever before because he had finally done something that he could be truly proud of—he had caught the Golden Snitch within five minutes, breaking the school record.

No one will ever say again that he is just a man with a nice name.

But Harry didn't notice that in the Quidditch stands in the distance, a young Slytherin wizard was holding a telescope that he had snatched from someone else and watching his brisk steps from afar.

"Perfect timing," Lycos thought.

He took back the telescope he had snatched from Draco and silently calculated Harry's walking speed.

If the timing was correct, the young savior would have just witnessed Quirrell and Snape having a secret meeting in the Forbidden Forest, and then realized that they wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Thinking of this, Lecos felt relieved and walked down the stairs from the stands.

There were still many snack packaging bags brought by the little wizards on the surrounding seats.

Of course, there were fewer Quidditch matches than before. After all, the game ended too quickly, and many young wizards didn't even react before Harry caught the Golden Snitch.

Several house-elves were cleaning up the rubbish.

They flashed quickly across the stands, and with every snap of their fingers, a large area of ​​garbage around them would disappear.

Lycos felt it was magical when he saw this scene.

The magical abilities of these house-elves almost surpass those of ordinary adult wizards, and their Apparition is not restricted by the anti-Apparition spell within the Hogwarts Castle, making it very practical.

Thinking of this, Lycos waved to the nearest elf.

"Dear wizard, is there anything I can help you with?" The house-elf immediately appeared in front of Lycos and bowed respectfully.

"Don't be so reserved. I just want to consult you about something." Lycos waved his hand and said casually, "Do you provide transportation services?"

"Transportation?" the elf asked in confusion. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wizard, Booker didn't understand what you meant."

"So your name is Booker. That's a nice name." Lycos nodded.

Just as he was about to continue to state his purpose, he noticed that Booker's big eyes like light bulbs suddenly widened, the wrinkles on his skin curled up, and he kicked his legs and jumped high.

"Oh my God, Mr. Wizard actually praised Booker's name!" Booker shouted excitedly, "Booker is so honored!"

"Uh..." Lycos was silent for a moment.

Merlin's beard, he just gave a polite compliment, who would have thought that the house-elf would be so excited?

"Well, Booker, don't get excited." Lycos took a long time to calm the elf down before asking his own question:

"Transportation means using your Apparition to take me somewhere else—for example, if I want to leave Hogwarts, can you take me out?"

"Ah, house-elves can't take noble wizards out of school at will." Booker said dejectedly, "The great headmaster won't allow us to do that."

"It's really not that easy to find loopholes..." Lycos pinched his chin and thought.

After a moment, he asked again, "What if... I don't leave Hogwarts? For example, if I'm in danger, can you take me to another area within the Hogwarts grounds?"

"Of course!" Booker became excited again, "It is Booker's responsibility to protect the wizards!"

"That's good." Lycos smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you, Booker."

As an undercover agent, it is better to have one more way out than to have no cards to play when encountering danger.

……

Elsewhere, Harry had just walked across the wet grass and arrived at the broom shed.

He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts, the windows glowing red in the setting sun.

Gryffindor won the Quidditch match, even with Snape, who was biased and always wanted him dead, refereeing -

Speaking of Snape...

Harry suddenly saw a hooded figure quickly walk down the castle's front steps, obviously not wanting to be seen, and head straight for the Forbidden Forest.

He watched, the joy of victory in his heart gradually disappearing...

He recognized the figure's unrecognizable gait; it was Snape. He had sneaked off to the Forbidden Forest while others were having dinner—what was he trying to do?