Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

If Gryffindor really wins the Quidditch championship, they will overtake Slytherin and finally win the House Cup!

"Maybe it's because the exams are over, and we need something to do while we wait for the results." Lycos shrugged. "Think positively. What if Ravenclaw wins?"

According to the original plot line, Harry Potter should have just protected the Philosopher's Stone two days ago, right after the exam, and should still be in a coma.

Harry missed the last Quidditch match. The Gryffindor Quidditch team, without a seeker, was defeated by Ravenclaw and lost the chance to win the Quidditch Cup.

However, in the current timeline, because Lycos wanted to get rid of Voldemort's influence as soon as possible, he arranged for Quirrell to go to the restricted area in advance to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Therefore, Harry had already woken up from his coma and could naturally participate in the Quidditch final.

With the addition of a talented Seeker, Gryffindor does have a great chance of winning the Quidditch Cup!

"Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. Let's talk about something else." Lycos said, looking at Crabbe and Goyle, "How did you two do on the exam?"

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other.

"Maybe... I can pass?" Crabbe murmured.

"I think I can pass," Gore said confidently. "Even for the questions I don't know how to answer, I've filled in the blanks. The professors should at least give me some points for my hard work!"

"So how much of this did you guess?" Lycos asked curiously.

"Too many to count," Goyle said blankly.

But the next moment he regained his confidence: "But I still remember the questions I know how to answer - I know how to answer three questions in the History of Magic exam!"

Lycos was stunned by Goyle's confidence.

He and Draco looked at each other, both feeling a little unbelievable.

"So you only wrote out three questions yourself, and the rest were all guessed?" Draco asked hurriedly.

Goyle nodded confidently.

"Forget it, I really can't count on these two guys." Draco slapped his forehead, "I have to write a letter home quickly and ask Crabbe and Uncle Goyle to manage the relationship before the results are announced to prevent these two from being expelled."

"How about you, Draco? How did you do on the exam?" Lycos asked boredly.

"Me?" Draco raised his chin. "Don't you see who I am? My father is a trustee of the school. Even if I hand in a blank paper, the professors must let me pass!"

"I think... your father is really unlucky to have a son like you." Lycos twitched his lips. "Can't you just be more courageous and answer the test yourself?"

"I thought so too!" Draco said indignantly, "Usually we both don't do our homework properly and borrow from others... But you can borrow homework, so why can you also borrow the test paper?"

"Well, that's just a reference..." Lycos coughed dryly.

"Nonsense! I secretly compared your test predictions yesterday, and most of the questions matched!" Draco was so angry that his teeth itched. "Why didn't you lend it to us before the exam?"

"But that was the test paper Cassandra gave me specifically. Why should I show it to you?" Lycos felt justified in this.

Cassandra was truly omnipotent when it came to exams. She could accurately guess the scope of the exam, and even knew what questions Professor Binns liked to ask the most, and which spells Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick would often test on...

It’s like having completed first grade once!

Hmm, now that I think about it, it's really possible that Cassandra traveled back in time after graduating from Hogwarts?

Just as Lecos was still thinking, a thunderous cheer suddenly came from around the Quidditch field.

He looked up at the center of the field and saw Harry holding his hand high, holding a golden snitch!

"Damn it! Gryffindor actually won the game!" Draco stood up cursing along with the Slytherins around him. "We can't keep the House Cup now."

Snape's face looked even uglier. He stood up from his professor's seat, flicked his robe and left without even looking back.

……

At the end-of-year banquet, the Great Hall was decorated with the bright red and gold colors of Gryffindor to celebrate their victory, breaking Slytherin's six consecutive years of winning the House Cup and winning the House Cup for the first time in seven years.

On the wall behind the guest of honor table hung a huge banner with a painting of the Gryffindor lion.

Looking at the scenery here, the young wizards of Slytherin were all dejected, and kept looking towards the Gryffindor table with angry and cold eyes.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said cheerfully, standing on the main seat of the podium. "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble you all to listen to the clichés of an old man..."

"...Now, as far as I know, we have to hold the awards ceremony for the House Cup first...The house with the highest score is Gryffindor!"

At Dumbledore's smiling request, Snape walked up and shook hands with Professor McGonagall, with an awkward forced smile on his face.

In the middle of the Slytherin table filled with melancholy and sadness, only Lycos leaned on the back of his stool with his hands, looking at the bright starry sky above the dome with a relaxed expression.

The exciting semester has finally come to an end.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to have a long rest period in the next two or three grades...

However, Lycos now discovered another problem——

Where can he go this summer vacation?

……

Chapter 94: Going Home for Vacation (Part )

Lycos couldn't figure out how Hogwarts designed the process.

The final exam results will be announced on the notice boards in each common room after the year-end banquet.

Maybe he wanted the little wizards to enjoy the banquet happily and avoid affecting the cheerful atmosphere of the banquet?

From the report card posted on the notice board, it can be seen that Lycos passed the exam with a very high score... This is not surprising, after all, he had the predicted final exam questions compiled by Cassandra.

Cassandra, on the other hand, didn't score very high in the exam. She seemed to be controlling her grades and didn't want to stand out at all. This formed a clear contrast with Hermione Granger, the top student in the grade...

Draco's score was not low either, and it could be seen that he did have some background as coming from an aristocratic family; unexpectedly, Crabbe and Goyle did not fail the exam, and their low scores were just above the passing line.

"So how did they both pass the exam?" Lycos asked, sneaking up to Draco. "Did your father really get their grades through the school board?"

He was genuinely curious about it.

These two fat kids usually don't listen to the lectures, don't do their homework seriously, and are as stupid as pigs. I don't know how they passed the exams.

"No, my dad doesn't bother with them!" Draco was also puzzled. "He said to me: 'If the Crabbe and Goyle kids can't even pass their first-year exams, then what's the point of making friends with them?'"

Realistic enough, it's Lucius Malfoy's style...

"So... they passed the final exam on their own?" asked Lycos.

"Possibly." Draco nodded reluctantly. "To be honest, they're both doing OK in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they're barely passing Charms... As for the other subjects, maybe they're just too lucky?"

"Maybe." Lycos shrugged.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated these two Malfoy followers.

The dark wizards who can serve as core Death Eaters are all people with outstanding abilities——

For example, a potion master and dark magic genius like Snape, a crazy dark wizard like Bellatrix Lestrange, a noble patriarch like Lucius Malfoy...

During the First Wizarding War, Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. were both core Death Eaters under Voldemort.

But they don't have a prominent family background like Lucius... It can only be said that the magical abilities of these two people can be recognized by Voldemort, at least Voldemort will not dislike them too much.

As the sons of Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr., Draco's two followers should have inherited their father's talents. Apart from being a little stupid, their magical abilities should be pretty good.

Come to think of it, in the seventh book of the original novel, Crabbe was able to cast the Fiery Flame Curse in the Room of Requirement... Although he was devoured by the Fiery Flame because he couldn't control it, the fact that he was able to use it was already a very high level of dark magic.

Lycos turned his head and looked deeply at Crabbe and Goyle -

The two chubby guys were hugging each other, jumping up and down in place, cheering for getting a passing grade, and occasionally making pig-like laughter...

Hmm... Lecos felt that he might be worrying too much.

……

It seemed as if all of a sudden, the wardrobes of Lycos and his family were emptied out. All sorts of things could not be put into a snakeskin wallet cast with an invisible extension spell, so most of them were packed into the suitcase.

The green flame that had been burning in the fireplace all year round also went out. In the black lake outside the window, the giant octopus watched the scene with great interest and waved its tentacles at the little wizards.

The prefect gave each young wizard a notice.

Just like the "Notice Prohibiting Swimming in the River" and "Notice on Safety Promotion for Teachers and Students" that Muggle schools always send out before the holidays, this notice warns them not to use magic during the holidays.

"Can I not have it?" Lycos looked at the parchment handed to him by the prefect and showed great resistance.

Every underage wizard has a magic called "Tracing Thread" on him, which the Ministry of Magic uses to detect whether minors under the age of seventeen use magic during the holidays.

There is a speculation that the trace will attach itself to the young wizards when the notice "No use of magic during holidays" is issued every year.

Lycos thought it made sense, so he didn't want the notice at all.

"Of course not." The prefect was a little puzzled. "Professor McGonagall said it herself. The prefects of the four houses must personally hand over the notice to every student to ensure that every student receives the notice."

"Hmm...as expected." Through the words of the class leader, Lecos could basically conclude that his previous guess was correct.

Now that we know the principle of tracking thread, it will be much easier.

"Please wait a moment, I suddenly remembered something!"

Without a long reply, Lycos rushed back to his bed and covered himself with the bed curtains.

He stretched out his wand, pointed it at his left hand, and whispered:

"Protego Diabolica (Fire Shield)."

A barely perceptible layer of black flame quickly wrapped around the fingers of Lycos' left hand.

After several months of training, Lycos became more and more proficient in practicing the Fire Shield. He also found that this magic was really useful and could be used in various situations.

"Sorry for the wait, Mr. Prefect." Lycos crawled out from behind the bed curtains and returned to the prefect, who looked puzzled. "Give me the notice."

Although the class leader was confused, he didn't care what Lecos had done. Besides, there were still many notices to be distributed to others, so he was too lazy to spend time figuring out the reason.

So he handed the notice to Lecos and left Lecos' dormitory without looking back.

However, what the class leader didn't realize was that... just after he left, the notice in Lecos's hand was instantly covered by hot black flames and turned into powder on the ground.

It didn't even touch Lycos's skin.

While burning the parchment, Lycos discovered that there were indeed traces of magic on the paper... If it weren't for the fire shield protecting him, which was also at the level of a fierce fire, he might not be able to burn the paper.

"Lex, have you prepared everything?" Draco suddenly came over and asked, "Hey, where's the notice in your hand? You received it so quickly?"

"Oh, I've already put it away." Lycos remained calm and collected. "I don't have much stuff, I've already packed it all... Are you ready too?"

Draco didn't suspect anything and waved to Crabbe and Goyle, who were carrying large and small bags on their backs and whose entire bodies were almost covered with various packages.

"Let's go, you two!"