Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Harry took a deep breath and stole back in the direction of the black flames from which he had come.

However, he had not taken five steps when he heard a shrill and hoarse voice speaking... and Quirrell's lips did not move at all!

"He's lying... He's lying..."

"What?" Quirrell was suddenly startled and turned around abruptly. "Potter, don't even think about running away! Tell me the truth, what did you see just now?!"

Just then, the shrill, hoarse voice spoke again.

"Let me talk to him... face to face..."

From Lycos's perspective, Harry looked like he was tied up with a rope, unable to move at all. He just stood there blankly, watching Quirrell raise his hand and untie the turban he had tied on not long ago.

Quirrell poked his surprisingly small head out, then slowly turned around.

Even though he had seen it many times, Lycos still felt a little uncomfortable with Voldemort's ugly face.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face, an extremely hideous and terrifying face.

The face was as pale as chalk, with red eyes emitting a scarlet light, and below them were two nostrils as thin as snakes.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort whispered.

"Look at what I've become." His voice was soft, yet it was particularly eerie. "Only a shadow and a broken soul remain... I can only have form when I share a body with someone else..."

"Now, I need the Philosopher's Stone. Once I make the Elixir of Life, I will be able to recreate a body of my own..."

"So...why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?!"

Voldemort's voice sharpened.

Harry started, clutching his pockets tightly, and quickly turned and rushed towards the door burning with black flames.

"Catch him!" screamed Voldemort.

Quirrell had been ready for a long time. With the black mist surging behind him, he flashed to Harry's side and grabbed his wrist tightly with his hand.

In an instant, Quirrell and Harry both screamed and struggled in pain -

Harry covered the scar on his forehead, feeling as if his head was about to split in two, tears of pain streaming from the corners of his eyes; Quirrell also hunched over in pain, staring at his fingers in disbelief.

Bloody blisters appeared on Quirrell's fingers one by one!

"Catch him! Catch him now!" shouted Voldemort.

Quirrell had to endure the pain, lunged forward, knocked Harry to the ground, sat on him, and strangled Harry's neck with both hands - Harry's scar felt a sharp pain again, but Quirrell felt more pain than him, and howled in pain.

"Master, I can't hold him—my hand! My hand!!"

Although Quirrell still had Harry pinned to the ground with his knee, his hands had loosened from around Harry's neck.

He stared at his palms in shock and disbelief - they were bright red, as if they had been burned by fire.

"Then kill him, fool, and act quickly!" Voldemort shouted in a shrill voice.

Quirrell suddenly woke up, quickly raised his wand, and prepared to cast a killing curse -

"Ava..."

However, before he finished the spell, Harry, driven by his survival instinct, raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face -

"Ah! Ah! Ah——!"

Quirrell screamed and rolled off Harry, bloody blisters breaking out on his face and his wand rolling to the side.

When Harry saw this, he seemed to understand that his hand could cause great harm to Quirrell, so he jumped up and grabbed Quirrell's arm, refusing to let go.

The blisters on Qi Luo's body increased, and his complexion became increasingly worse. The outermost layer of skin was almost completely covered with blood, and it turned into powder and fell off...

"Lex, what are you waiting for!"

At this moment, a sharp scream came from Voldemort's mouth.

Harry couldn't hear what Voldemort said at this moment. He only knew to grab Quirrell by instinct. He didn't know if there were any other dangers around, or what kind of help Voldemort was seeking...

Lycos watched Harry and Quirrell entangled together, his figure gradually emerging from the corner of the room.

His eyes were deep, secretly calculating the gains and losses——

First of all, Voldemort must not be allowed to get the Philosopher's Stone. This is the bottom line, otherwise the peaceful life of the first four school years will be gone.

Secondly, as long as Voldemort's Horcruxes are not completely removed, there is always the possibility that he will return... So Lekos cannot sit idly by and prevent the trust of Voldemort that he has worked so hard to gain from being lost.

So it would be best to have a way to have the best of both worlds -

This would allow Lycos to avoid having to take action before Quirrell was killed, while also allowing him to continue to maintain Voldemort's trust.

Thinking of this, Lycos secretly took out a Christmas gift box from the snakeskin wallet given by Draco.

The gift box had been opened, and inside was a small, ordinary-looking notebook. After opening it, it seemed that there was a lot of writing on it.

It was written by two different people.

The handwriting at the bottom is not dry yet, it looks like it was just written -

"it's time."

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Chapter 89: Death of Quirrell

"Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer!"

Voldemort was still pressing on.

Lycos saw out of the corner of his eye that there was another word at the bottom of the notebook -

"it is good."

Seeing this word, he finally stopped hesitating.

"Leave it to me, Lord Dark Lord." Lycos raised his wand -

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of dazzling green light shot out from the tip of the wand, and its target was Harry Potter, who was lying on the ground entangled with Quirrell.

Behind Quirrell's head, Voldemort smiled, as if he was satisfied with the power of Lycos's Killing Curse, and seemed excited about getting rid of Harry Potter, his biggest threat...

However, before Voldemort's smile faded, just as the Killing Curse was about to hit Harry, the black flames at the door suddenly fluctuated.

Then, a cold voice came from that direction——

"Fly over here (Accio)!"

The ordinary flying curse acted on Quirrell's cloak in a mediocre way, and it didn't seem to have much power, but it was deadly.

Quirrell's entire body was burning and aching, and he had no extra strength to resist a sudden flying curse.

Then, he was gently pulled by his own cloak and fell to the side, just blocking Harry's left, blocking Harry and the glaring green beam...

"What……"

Quirrell barely had time to react before he lost all consciousness and fell heavily onto Harry beside him.

At the same time, Harry also reached his limit, and the scar on his forehead hurt so much that he fainted.

After all this happened, a ray of golden hair as bright as the sun emerged from the black flames, followed by Cassandra's face, which was as delicate as perfect porcelain.

Her expression remained cold and indifferent, as if she had just done something insignificant, rather than saving the life of the savior of the wizarding world.

"It seems I've arrived just in time." Cassandra raised her hand gracefully to smooth the ends of her hair on her chest and spoke softly.

On the other side, Lycos watched Quirrell die in front of him, his eyes trembling wildly.

"How...how could this happen?" he murmured, "What have I done?"

A cloud of black smoke emerged from Quirrell's body, and a hideous human face could be vaguely seen in the black smoke.

"Lex Hayden, you dare to obstruct me? I will remember you!" A sharp, hoarse voice came from the black smoke. "I will definitely come back, and then I will personally take your life!"

His shrill voice echoed in the room, stinging her ears so much that they hurt. Cassandra frowned and couldn't help but cover her ears.

Just as she covered her ears, black smoke suddenly passed by Lekos' ears.

A voice that couldn't be any lower sounded in Lycos's ears:

"Lex, don't blame yourself too much. I know that this failure is not your fault... What I just said was just an act in front of others... You must continue to be undercover in Hogwarts and gain Dumbledore's trust..."

"Don't forget, after this school year, come find me in the Albanian forest, at my old spot..."

"Believe me, I will come back..."

After saying these words, the black smoke formed by Voldemort's residual soul passed through the wall, flew out of Hogwarts Castle, and flew straight to the distant Albania.

The restricted area room suddenly became quiet.

Lycos' eyes were still red and he looked uneasy, as if he felt extremely guilty and sad for accidentally killing his teammate.

"Alright, stop acting." Cassandra walked up to Lykos and rolled her eyes at him. "The mysterious man is gone. Who are you acting for?"

She pulled a small glass bottle from her pocket and tossed it casually into Lycos's hand.

"Wait a moment, I was too immersed in the role and haven't recovered yet." Lycos rubbed his face and put away his self-blaming expression.

He picked up the small glass bottle that Cassandra had thrown to him and glanced at it casually.

There was still some liquid left in the bottle, which was the potion used to resist the black flames at the door.

This was the potion that Snape had given to Quirrell, who in turn had given it to Lycos.

Just a while ago, when Quirrell and Harry were fighting and had no time to observe Lycos who was covered by the Disillusionment Charm... he quietly threw the potion out of the door, making it easier for Cassandra to pass through the black flames.

"I thought... you were never going to open the Christmas present I gave you."

Cassandra stood prettily in front of Lycos and said with a faint smile.

She also held a small notebook in her hand, exactly the same as the one in the Christmas gift box in Lycos's hand.

This is Cassandra's Christmas gift to Lycos - a two-way book.

As the name suggests, the two paired notebooks are connected to each other, just like a two-way mirror is used for "video calling", these two notebooks are used for "sending messages".

When one person writes on one of the notebooks, the same handwriting will appear on the other notebook, thus achieving the effect of communication.

Lycos vaguely remembered that on Christmas Day, when Cassandra gave him a gift, she said: