Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

A huge hole was smashed into the cypress tree, almost penetrating the entire trunk!

Harry opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath, his expression full of relief at surviving the disaster.

"Well... this time, thank you, Hayden."

He looked back at Lycos with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and for the first time he questioned his previous judgment.

If Lecus Hayden was really in cahoots with the dark wizards, why did he save himself?

"It's not time to say thank you yet." Lycos shook his head and said casually, "Facing this kind of dark wizard, we might lose our lives if we're not careful."

The cloaked figure also noticed Lycos at this time.

He turned his head, and his originally fierce gaze turned into a very puzzled one through the shadow of the hood, staring at Lycos' eyes in confusion.

Lycos nodded imperceptibly to the figure, then silently lip-synced a sentence—

'Act with me.'

The cloaked figure seemed a little impatient, but out of consideration for Lycos's face, he did not refuse in the end.

Then he raised his wand and fired another Stunning Spell.

But this Stunning Spell was much weaker than the previous one in terms of both power and firing speed, and Harry easily dodged it by rolling on the ground.

"We can't beat him...Hayden, quick! Use the Sparkling Spell!"

Even though he was facing a Stunning Spell that was weakened many times, Harry still had a clear self-awareness and knew that this kind of dark wizard was not something a first-year student could deal with.

His reckless brain finally turned and he remembered the way Hagrid had repeatedly warned him to deal with it...

Harry looked back at Lycos and found that the Slytherin freshman was actually fighting with the cloaked dark wizard, casting spells at each other and having a lot of fun.

However, although the battle situation was apparently at a stalemate, Lecos was clearly no match for the dark wizard. His forehead was covered in sweat and his breathing was very rapid. It was obvious that he was about to collapse.

"Did I really blame him wrongly?"

As Harry thought this, he did not slow down at all. He raised his wand high and tried to cast the red sparks that he had practiced not long ago.

He knew that only by notifying Hagrid of the signal would they have a chance of being rescued.

"Vermillious..."

However, before Harry could finish the spell, a Disarming Curse hit him.

He was knocked heavily to the ground, and the wand in his hand flew out and was caught by the cloaked dark wizard.

"You...who are you?"

Harry struggled to half rise from the ground, staring at the man in the cloak and questioning him.

While asking the question, Harry also looked worriedly in the direction of Lycos out of the corner of his eye and found that he had fallen to the ground with his eyes closed. He didn't know if his life was in danger.

"Why did you attack Hogwarts students...Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Dumbledore?"

Of course, the cloaked dark wizard didn't answer. He just stared at him quietly, his eyes in the shadows seeming to be stained with red light...

At this moment, a sharp pain shot through Harry's head and finally gathered at the lightning-shaped scar, as if his scar suddenly caught fire -

His vision suddenly became blurred, and the half of his body that was barely supported fell to the ground with a thud. His back seemed to hit a sharp stone, and he felt a piercing pain.

However, that pain was nothing compared to the pain on my forehead.

Harry could only vaguely see through his blurry eyes that the cloaked figure walked up to him and raised his wand.

Then, he fell into a coma and lost all consciousness...

……

"Okay, get up."

Quirrell walked over to Lycos lying on the ground, took off his hood, and said coldly.

"Potter has passed out, there's no one else around... We made a lot of noise just now, so hurry up, that big idiot could be here at any moment."

Lycos opened his eyes, got up from the ground, and lazily brushed off the dead leaves around his robe.

"My acting is pretty good, right?" He stretched as if he had just woken up, and curled his lips at Quirrell.

"It's just that Potter isn't very smart, otherwise your acting skills would have been exposed long ago." Quirrell sneered, "Spraying clear water on your forehead like a spring to pretend sweating, you're really the one who came up with it!"

"It's better than fighting for a long time without getting out of breath, right?" Lycos shrugged. "Anyway, I think Potter believes it."

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Quirrell frowned and threw Harry's wand, which had just been disarmed, to Lycos. "I remember you said before that Potter and the others had become suspicious of you... Then what's the point of you putting on this show today?"

"You don't understand. This is called putting down before you build." Lycos chuckled as he took Harry's wand and put it back next to Harry, explaining, "I'm a Slytherin, and I'm naturally on the opposite side of Gryffindor."

"So, simply flattering them won't earn them their trust... I must first make them doubt me, and then use concrete actions to make them feel guilty and question their previous judgments..."

"After this process, whether out of guilt or compensation, they will definitely develop a genuine trust in me."

Lycos raised his head slightly and looked at Quirrell: "This is my ultimate goal."

……

Chapter 81 Centaur

After exchanging some recent information, Quirrell waved his hand impatiently.

"Since you have nothing else to do, then don't disturb me while I eat." He pulled out the same dagger from his sleeve. "Master needs more vitality. Currently, only unicorn blood can fill the gap."

In the moonlight pouring through the gaps between the leaves, Quirrell's face looked exceptionally pale, even his lips were bloodless.

Lycos knew that his life was nearing its end.

At this moment, only by sucking the blood of the unicorn can he prolong his life, but this also means that he will suffer the curse of the unicorn.

Because in the wizarding world, killing a unicorn is an extremely cruel act. Only those who have nothing and want everything will commit such a heinous crime.

Unicorn blood can prolong anyone's life, even if that person is dying... but he must pay a heavy price for it.

In order to save his own life, he slaughtered a pure, weak and helpless life. So from the moment its blood touched the killer's lips, he would have a half-dead life, a cursed life...

Lycos guessed that it was because of this curse that the protective magic in Harry Potter's blood could crush Quirrell into powder.

After the play that had just been performed and the conversation between the two, the dying unicorn by the stream had completely stopped breathing.

Silver-blue blood flowed in the stream, dyeing the water the color of starlight, which echoed with the night sky above the Forbidden Forest.

Quirrell walked slowly to the unicorn, lowered his head, cut the wound on the side of the corpse with his dagger, and began to drink its blood like a vampire bat.

Although he was mentally prepared, Lycos still couldn't bear to see this sad and beautiful scene. He turned around silently and looked at the scenery in the forbidden forest quietly.

The silence in the forest is like a silent ocean, and the moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting dense silver spots.

The night wind blew, and the branches swayed gently, making a slight rustling sound. The branches, illuminated by the still-glowing unicorn corpse on the ground, seemed dark, like eerie tentacles...

Just then, the sound of trotting horses suddenly came from the distance.

"Damn it, it's a centaur!"

Quirrell nervously stood up from the ground, unicorn blood dripping onto his chest and silver-blue sticky liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He waved his wand, and the unicorn's flowing blood flew up and fell into a glass bottle in his hand.

Soon, the glass bottle was filled with silver-blue liquid.

"Centaurs are hard to fool. I must leave quickly." Quirrell looked at Lycos and said sternly, "Be careful not to reveal your identity."

"I understand." Lycos nodded, "You should leave as soon as possible..."

Before Quirrell's cloaked figure merged into the dark forest, he suddenly spoke: "By the way, since the vitality required by the Dark Lord is no longer sufficient, let's advance our plan."

Quirrell paused.

"It's not a good idea to always drink unicorn blood. Sooner or later, it will be discovered by the centaurs or Dumbledore." Lycos said.

Quirrell wanted to retort, but the centaur's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he had no time to think about it.

So, he could only nod hastily and then quickly walked into the depths of the dense forest.

Lycos finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Quirrell disappear... This plan might still have some loopholes, but wouldn't it be better to bring it up when the situation becomes most urgent, so that Quirrell doesn't have time to refuse?

Thinking of this, Lycos nodded with satisfaction.

Then he lay back on the ground, took out his wand again, and tapped it lightly on his chest -

"Stupefy."

……

When Lycos woke up, he saw a handsome centaur.

His hair was platinum and he had a silver-maned horse body, making him look as eye-catching as the white unicorn not far away.

"Are you all right?" the centaur asked as he pulled Harry and Lycos up from the ground. "I gave you some refreshing herbs to wake you up."

"It's okay, thank you..." Harry said dazedly, "Wait, where's the dark wizard we met just now? He attacked a unicorn!"

"Yes, I saw it." The centaur sighed deeply, "But the dark wizard was very powerful, and I couldn't catch up with him."

The centaur's eyes were startlingly blue, like pale sapphires.

As he spoke, he looked at Harry carefully, his eyes resting on the bright and prominent scar on Harry's forehead.

"You are the Potter boy," he said gravely. "You'd better go back to Hagrid. The forest is not safe at this time—especially for you."

The centaur turned his head to look at Lycos again and frowned slightly.

"I could give one of the little ones a ride back to Hagrid, but since there are two of you, come with me," he said. "Do you know where Hagrid is?"

"Oh, by the way, I haven't had time to introduce myself yet—my name is Firenze."

"Hello, Firenze." Lycos smiled at the centaur. "We can stand here and wait for Hagrid to come, like this -"

"Vermillious!"

Red sparks shot up into the air, illuminating a field of tall trees and fallen leaves on the ground.

"That's fine." Firenze nodded slowly. "Then I'll stay here and wait for Hagrid to come with you."

……

"Harry! Harry, are you okay?"

A moment later Hermione came running down the path towards them, with Hagrid and Ron panting behind her.