Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

This isn't just a first-year student at Hogwarts; this is clearly the next Dark Lord!

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At the end of the corridor was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling.

Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, were in this room, flapping their wings and flying around, dazzling the eyes.

Across the room was a heavy wooden door.

"What should we do next, Professor Quirrell?"

Lycos landed on the ground and looked back at Quirrell.

Although he knew how to pass this level, he couldn't let Quirrell and Voldemort see it.

In fact, this room is completely Dumbledore's personal stage prepared for Harry——

The key to the door opposite was hidden among a group of flying keys, and Harry, the youngest seeker, was asked to find the corresponding key among them... He even thoughtfully prepared a few flying brooms in the room.

It’s so touching…

"Oh, uh..." Quirrell hadn't recovered from the shock brought by Lycos. After a long while, he stammered, "Ah, yes, we should get the key up there now."

"When I was exploring earlier, I figured out the secret of this room... The key to the door across from me is in the sky, hidden among a bunch of keys. I just need to find it and I can easily move on to the next level."

"Can't we just break through the door?" Lycos asked knowingly.

"I tried that, but the unlocking charm had no effect. I must have used a pretty sophisticated anti-Alaho-opening charm..." Quirrell shook his head.

"The protective magic on the door is also extremely strong. It would probably take several days to break it. Moreover, breaking it would likely trigger an alarm, making it easy for Flitwick to discover it."

Having said that, Quirrell's expression became a little strange.

"So I don't quite understand what Flitwick was thinking when he set up this level... Why did he leave the key here? Wouldn't it be better to just put up a gate with protective magic?"

"Whatever they think, as long as it helps us get the Philosopher's Stone, it's a good thing." Lycos shrugged and walked forward. "Leave it to me this time. It's a good opportunity to try out the magic I just learned."

Under Quirrell's dumbfounded expression, Lycos's robe moved without wind, and pieces of gray mist rolled up with the swaying of the robe.

It was only his second time casting it, but his movements were already as skillful as if he had practiced for several months.

Lycos had no intention of using his flying broom. His body hung in the air without any support, appearing among the many winged keys, carefully searching for the special key.

"By the way, that key has sky-blue wings, is made of silver, and is shaped a bit like a doorknob... I spent hours looking for it the first time I came here."

Fortunately, Quirrell had become somewhat resistant to this kind of shock, and was able to barely remember the important matter and remind him.

"receive."

Lycos nodded, his eyes darting back and forth in the air.

Although his dynamic vision couldn't compare to Harry, who was an excellent Seeker, Lycos had already known the shape of the target key in advance, so he was able to prescribe the right remedy.

Within two minutes, he found a key flying and dangling, as if it would fall from the sky at any time.

The key, with its sky-blue wings and feathers, was lying on one side, and it looked like one of its wings had been roughly broken.

"Yes, that's the one," Quirrell shouted. "I accidentally broke it a little when I was trying to grab it."

Lycos took the key, landed back on the ground, and opened the heavy wooden door across the room...

As soon as I walked into the second room, the wooden door behind me closed with a "click".

It was pitch black here and I could hardly see anything.

Just as Lycos was about to light his wand, the room suddenly burst into light, illuminating a spectacular scene—

He and Quirrell were standing beside a huge chessboard, with black chess pieces in front of them, which were taller than people.

At the other end of the room, facing Lycos and the others, were some white chess pieces. They had no facial features, but they had limbs, which made them look a bit creepy.

"How do you plan to pass this level? Play chess?" asked Lycos.

"I don't have time to play a little game of wizard chess with them." Quirrell sneered.

"If Professor McGonagall had placed some ancient stone pillars from the castle, I might have been a little more apprehensive...but she only placed some stone figures created by Transfiguration. How disrespectful!"

He walked straight forward to the chessboard.

The moment Quirrell stepped onto the chessboard, both the black and white chess pieces on both sides began to move.

The knights drove their tall horses, the bishops waved their scepters, and the wheels of the chariots rolled forward... All the chess pieces, with great momentum, rolled towards Quirrell together!

But Quirrell remained unmoved, and simply waved his wand gently -

"Confringo."

A ray of white light lightly landed on the head of the "soldier" in front, and the next moment, blazing flames and violent airflow filled the entire room.

The black and white chess pieces collapsed in pieces, and the broken stones scattered like meteors, mercilessly smashing into the surrounding walls. Countless fragments flew in the air, even splashing in front of Lycos, who was far away from the chessboard...

Lycos quietly erected a black wall of fire to block the aftermath of the explosion.

He watched the magnificent giant wizard chess turn into ruins in an instant, his pupils shrinking continuously.

Is this the destructive power of a top wizard?

It seemed that just a wave of the hand could easily destroy an entire city block... It was the first time that Lycos felt the power of magic so intuitively.

Quirrell could do this easily, so what about Voldemort and Dumbledore, who were countless times more powerful than him? What could they do?

Lycos waved away the wall of fire in front of him, and unconsciously thought of the creator of the Fire Shield - Grindelwald, who had used this spell in the Lestrange Cemetery. It turned out that the previous generation of Dark Lord almost destroyed the whole of Paris.

At this moment, Lycos finally realized the gap.

He still has a long way to go...

"What are you daydreaming about?" Quirrell's impatient voice rang out. "Hurry up and go to the next room. Get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble."

Lycos nodded and followed Quirrell into the next room.

After they left, the chess pieces that had been shattered into powder gradually pieced themselves together again, returning to their original form...

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Chapter 86 The last level

The next level is much easier.

Inside the room was a giant troll, the thing Quirrell had placed there to guard the door at Dumbledore's request.

As soon as I opened the door, a disgusting stench hit my nose.

Lycos covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and the smoke almost brought tears to his eyes.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​putting the troll in a sealed room?" Lycos, suppressing his discomfort, said to Quirrell through his sleeve, "It's almost marinated. Aren't you afraid that the Philosopher's Stone will stink along with it?"

"How can the Philosopher's Stone stink so easily..." Quirrell's face darkened.

Although it was impossible for the Philosopher's Stone to be fouled by the troll's smell, he was afraid that Voldemort would feel the stink and take his anger out on him...

Thinking of this, Quirrell felt a little uneasy.

He quickly drew out his wand, and before the troll could react, a terrifying spell struck its head fiercely.

"boom--"

The troll fell to the ground with a thud that shook the entire room.

In the blink of an eye, it stopped moving and lost consciousness. A large bloody lump appeared on its head. It seemed that the spell just now had taken its life.

"Let's go to the next level."

Quirrell didn't even look at the fallen troll. He stepped over his stinking legs and walked into the last room.

There was nothing scary here, just a table with seven bottles of various shapes placed on it.

As soon as Lycos and Quirrell stepped over the threshold, a flame suddenly rose behind them, blocking the door.

The flames behind him were purple, and the air near the flames seemed a little distorted, obviously with a very high temperature; at the same time, black flames also shot up from the door leading to the front area.

They were trapped between two flames.

"A checkpoint set up by Severus," Quirrell said.

"I've talked to him. He originally wanted to use all sorts of powerful potions to build a protective waterfall, but that old Dumbledore changed it and turned it into a child's logic puzzle..."

"Tsk tsk, the level designed by the dignified Potions Master turned out to be a logic problem. His proud potions were of no use at all."

Quirrell was amazed and felt that Dumbledore was getting senile.

"Stop talking nonsense and grab the Philosopher's Stone." Voldemort's voice suddenly came from inside his turban. "I don't think Dumbledore is that confused. It's very likely that he has other tricks up his sleeve and is waiting for us to take the bait."

His voice was unusually nervous.

After all, Voldemort knew since school that although Dumbledore looked kind on the surface, he was actually a scoundrel. Even the previous Dark Lord Grindelwald had never played tricks on him.

However, knowing that Dumbledore was fishing this time, Voldemort had to take the bait.

Because this time's bait, the Philosopher's Stone, is so tempting...

Quirrell said nothing more and took out two small bottles from his pocket.

"Severus just gave me the potion. There's no need for us to do those stupid logic problems."

He sneered and drank the potion in the vial in one gulp.

Lycos took it and looked at it, but did not drink the potion that Quirrell handed him. Instead, he walked to the table not far away and picked up the small bottle on the far left from a row of bottles.

He drank half and put the other half back on the table—

The remaining potion was only enough for one person to pass through the black flame.

"What are you doing? Why do you have to drink from there?" Quirrell asked in confusion.

"We always have to keep some spares in case we can't come back from inside." Lycos smiled harmlessly.

He didn't drink the potion Quirrell had given him for two very good reasons:

First, who knows if Quirrell would secretly add something to the potion bottle? Who would drink something given to them by someone else?

The bottle on the table was different. It was prepared by Dumbledore for Harry. It had been thoroughly inspected and there would be no problems.

Second, the original bottle contained enough potion for two people.

Now Quirrell and Snape are connected, but unlike the original plot, Quirrell did not drink the potion on the table... So it is very likely that Harry and Hermione will walk into the last room together.