Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Could you please stop saying that name!" Ron lowered his voice, still very nervous.

"So now I can only wait for Voldemort to obtain the Philosopher's Stone." Harry still ignored him, but his face was filled with inexplicable excitement. "When he regains his strength, he will come here immediately and kill me!"

Hermione looked terrified, but she still managed to find words to comfort Harry.

"Harry, everyone says that the only person You-Know-Who has ever been afraid of is Dumbledore. With Dumbledore here, You-Know-Who won't be able to hurt you."

"Besides, there's nothing we can do even if we know this news... Didn't we tell our speculation to Hagrid and Professor McGonagall a few days ago? But they both preferred to believe Snape rather than what you saw with your own eyes."

Sometimes, these little wizards feel helpless.

Adults are more willing to trust colleagues who have taught at Hogwarts for many years than young wizards who have just started school.

"But we can't just sit there and wait for death!" Harry clenched his fists. "Let's go find Professor McGonagall again."

"We won't tell her the news this time. Let's just say we're going to find Dumbledore!"

……

Meanwhile, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

After several months, Lycos finally stopped staying away from Quirrell to avoid suspicion and came here again.

"Are you sure Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts?"

Lycos walked into the office and immediately questioned Quirrell.

"I'm quite sure," Quirrell said confidently, "I bribed the officials of the Ministry of Magic and persuaded them to hold a large-scale magic discussion meeting to discuss the future development plan of the wizarding world."

"As a representative of the wizarding world, Dumbledore is of course an important person invited..."

At this point, he laughed sinisterly.

"This meeting won't be short. Dumbledore should just wait until tomorrow to fight them!"

"Then I'm relieved." Lycos nodded. "Has Professor Snape been notified?"

"He's been informed," Quirrell said. "Severus promised to hold McGonagall and the other professors back to prevent anyone from noticing the restricted area, thus creating enough space for me."

"Have you checked all the protections inside the restricted area?" Lycos continued to ask.

"Of course," Quirrell said, growing a little impatient at the question. "I've already checked it all out. Aside from the beast in the first level being a bit of a nuisance, the other levels were like playing house for a child. There was no difficulty at all..."

"And now that I know the beast's weaknesses, reaching the final level will be easy."

"Very good." Lycos nodded slowly, "Then let's get ready to go!"

Quirrell was about to agree, but suddenly realized that there was something wrong with Lycos's choice of words.

"You mean 'we'?"

"Well, I'll go with you." Lycos said softly, "It's always safer to go with two people than alone. What if we encounter special circumstances?"

He hadn't finished his words yet—

In case of special circumstances, we must be prepared to stop Voldemort from getting the Philosopher's Stone.

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Chapter 84 Entering the Trapdoor

Lycos and Quirrell came to the corridor on the fourth floor together.

Quirrell had cast a Disillusionment Charm on both of them so that no one else could discover them.

Now, they were facing the door leading to the restricted area. This was not the first time that Lycos had come here, and Quirrell had conducted many explorations there, so he was quite familiar with the situation.

"Alohomora."

Quirrell tapped his wand on the lock.

With a "click", the door lock was opened.

Lycos stepped forward and pushed the door open.

As the door creaked open, a low, wild bark immediately rang in their ears.

Although Fluffy, the three-headed dog, couldn't see them, all three of its noses were twitching and sniffing wildly in their direction, ready to tear the two uninvited wizards into pieces at any time.

"Can you play the harp?" Quirrell took out a harp and asked Lycos, "I've tried it. You need to play it continuously. As soon as the music stops, it will wake up immediately."

"Don't bother." Lycos shook his head.

He took out the music box he had bought earlier from the snakeskin wallet given by Malfoy.

"Oh, you've already prepared it?" Quirrell sneered and threw the harp aside. "Then you come, and I won't have to play the harp anymore."

Lycos gently turned on the switch of the music box, and a light music sounded.

Almost as soon as the first note escaped the box, the three-headed dog's eyes began to droop, with remarkable effect.

The big dog's barking soon stopped -

It swayed a few times, its knees gave way and it knelt down, then it plopped to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

Bursts of snoring came from its huge nostrils, and a bubble of snot popped out from time to time. Now it looked a bit like the "little cutie" that Hagrid mentioned.

Quirrell, hands behind his back, skillfully stepped over the three-headed dog's legs and came to the back of the restricted corridor - there was a trapdoor on the ground with a knocker on the door.

"There's a devil's snare below. You can jump right in." Quirrell pulled the door knocker open and gave Lycos a sinister smile. "Don't worry, you won't die from the fall."

Lycos looked at the sly smile on Quirrell's face and couldn't help shaking his head.

Although the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor could not go against Lecos under Voldemort's coercion, it did not stop him from wanting to see Lecos make a fool of himself.

If Lycos refused to agree out of fear, Voldemort would definitely be left with the impression that he was not brave enough and did not trust his companions; even if he agreed, if he was too guilty and timid when jumping, it would also lower Voldemort's impression of him.

What a perfect calculation!

Lycos glanced at Quirrell, and seeing his surprised look, he jumped directly through the open trapdoor.

Others might suspect that Quirrell was harming him.

But Lycos, familiar with the original story, knew clearly that Quirrell was not lying. There was indeed a Devil's Snare below, and Dumbledore had good intentions in testing the three saviors and preventing them from falling to their deaths...

"Whoosh-"

The cold, damp air whistled past Lycos's ears.

He fell, fell, fell, and then... plop! With a strange, dull thud, he landed on something soft.

Immediately afterwards, Lycos felt a lot of long vines wrapping around him and tightly wrapping around his legs.

"Incendio!"

He raised his wand and cast a fire spell at the vines - he had subconsciously wanted to use a fire shield to protect himself, but Lycos realized that he should hide his weakness in front of Voldemort, so he chose the simplest spell.

A ball of flame ignited, illuminating the dim underground environment.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding vines retreated, avoiding the light and heat, and loosened their entanglement with Lycos.

The Devil's Snare twisted and twitched, automatically releasing the tendrils wrapped around Lycos and shrinking far away from the periphery.

"Lumos."

Lycos shook his wand and cast another illumination spell, which gave him a chance to take a closer look at his surroundings.

This seemed to be a stone corridor extending downwards, with pitch-black devil's snare coiled around it, constantly shrinking and squirming, and from time to time droplets of water slowly dripped down the wall.

It looks like this is under the Black Lake.

At this moment, a figure in a black robe appeared under the light of Lycos's illumination spell, revealing a pale face.

"It seems you've done well in Herbology." Quirrell forced an ugly smile.

Lycos noticed that Quirrell's robe rolled up a black mist, which made him float in the air without any support on his body, and then slowly descended to the ground.

This seems to be... Voldemort's original magic of flying without support. In the original book, only Voldemort and Snape can do it.

Unexpectedly, Quirrell was also taught this magic by Voldemort. Perhaps it was to give him more power to protect himself in Hogwarts?

Lycos's eyes lit up.

"I want to learn this!" he said, pointing to the black mist that had not yet completely dissipated.

This ability to fly anytime and anywhere with the help of one's physical body may be unique in the entire magical world - it is convenient for running away at any time when defeated, and can also be used to pursue enemies.

Other forms of flight are either broomsticks that are easily cursed, or flying cars that are huge and inconvenient to store;

Flying Animagus might be more convenient, but they couldn't cast spells while transformed, so transforming during combat wasn't practical... Besides, Lycos had no confidence in his Transfiguration talent.

Therefore, Lecos could not miss this opportunity to learn Voldemort's original magic of flying without support!

"What?" Quirrell was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard. "I'm on a mission now, how can I have time to teach you magic? Besides, this is given to me by my master, I can't..."

"I'm just making a request to the Dark Lord," Lycos said with a smile, "If anything unexpected happens later, if I learn this flying magic, it will prevent you from being held back."

"I don't know whether to say that you are too confident or that you have no self-awareness..." Quirrell looked at Lycos with a mocking look as if he was watching a joke.

"How could you possibly learn this kind of complex black magic in such a short time? Even an adult like me spent half a year learning it..."

However, before he could finish his words, Voldemort in the turban suddenly spoke:

"Teach him, Quirinus... Lycos is right. If he can learn to fly, it will add an extra layer of security to our operation..."

Quirrell stared blankly at the little wizard in front of him.

"Master, what you mean is... can this kid really learn this magic so quickly?" He swallowed.

Lycos also looked at Quirrell and smiled particularly brightly.

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Chapter 85: Heading Towards the Philosopher's Stone

Lycos's talent for black magic is truly unreasonable.

A dark magic that might be extremely complicated for other wizards, he had already learned it almost completely just by listening to the spell and watching Quirrell demonstrate it.

Under Quirrell's horrified gaze, Lycos took off directly on the spot and floated to the next checkpoint at the end of the corridor.

Quirrell: "..."

He finally understood why Voldemort valued this little wizard so much...