Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

His knowledge of the Albanian forests was limited to a dream he had earlier, and if he continued to talk about it, he might reveal something.

"Found it." The man said suddenly.

He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Lycos.

"The base is protected by a Fidelius Charm. You must have this note from the Secret Keeper to see the house there," the man explained. "You must memorize this address."

Lycos took the note and looked at the messy handwriting on it.

"The Witch Party headquarters is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London."

"Huh?" Lycos opened his mouth in surprise.

What a familiar name, I seem to have seen it somewhere?

"What's wrong?" asked the man in the gray mask.

"Nothing." Lycos shook his head. "I've written it down. What should I do?"

"Very good." The man took the paper back from Lycos and flicked it with his wand. It curled up and burned to ashes in an instant.

"Next, look up and look in front of you."

Lycos looked up at the houses around him.

The two of them were now standing outside No. 11. He looked to the left and saw No. 10. He turned to the right and found No. 13.

"So that means No. 12 is hidden?" Lycos said softly.

Thinking of this, he looked at the place in front of him again.

The next moment, an exquisite door appeared out of nowhere between No. 11 and No. 13. It was much cleaner and tidier than the doors of No. 11 and No. 13, and it was obviously maintained.

Then, dirty walls and gloomy windows that were not much different from the surrounding ones appeared, looking like an extra house that had suddenly expanded and squeezed out the things on both sides.

However, the suddenly expanded walls and windows were much cleaner than the surrounding areas, standing abruptly in the middle, giving a strange and incongruous feeling.

"Let's go, go in quickly and don't attract other people's attention." The man in the gray mask whispered and patted Lycos on the back.

Lycos nodded, walked up the clean stone steps, and came to the door that had just appeared - the door was painted black and looked like it had been recently painted, and there was a silver door knocker in the shape of a large coiled snake.

There was no keyhole in the door and no mailbox.

The man drew his wand and knocked on the door. Then there was the crisp sound of metal colliding and the rattling of chains.

In the split second before the door creaked open, Lycos inadvertently glanced up at the doorplate above—

"The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."

'What??'

Lycos was startled.

He suddenly remembered the address on the note - "12 Grimmauld Place".

'No, no...isn't that the address of the Order of the Phoenix?'

Lycos finally understood where that unplaced sense of familiarity came from. In the original story, the safe house that Sirius donated to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters had actually become the headquarters of the Witch Party?

He now seriously suspected that there was something wrong with his memory, or that there was an unexpected deviation in the timeline of this world.

Yes, the Witch Party was not mentioned at all in the original book, and did not provide any help in defeating Voldemort. Even when Grindelwald was killed by Voldemort, he did not bubble up...

Then how could they have organized and planned to place undercover agents around Voldemort; and how could they have a fixed safe house as their headquarters?

Lycos felt that the problem he faced this time was truly enormous. It seemed as if some things had completely deviated from the original plot, bringing a major deviation to this world line...

"Hurry up, don't dawdle outside," the man in the gray mask turned around and urged, "Don't go too far inside after you go in, and don't touch anything... There are a lot of curses and protective spells here."

Lycos nodded, looking him over inconspicuously.

Although he was wearing a mask, it could be seen from the upper half of his face that his appearance could not be bad, and he could even be called handsome.

I didn't notice it before, but looking at it again, I can find that the man's black curly hair looks particularly eye-catching. His demeanor and movements are also full of elegance and proud aristocratic temperament. He must have received a good education since childhood.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be a wizard from the Black family.

But this is unreasonable...

Lycos's brows were tightly furrowed.

According to the original setting, by the 1980s and 1990s, the Black family had already died out.

Most of the names of the Black family were based on the zodiac, which was too complicated to read. Lycos couldn't quite remember the specific names of the family... but he vaguely remembered that the last generation seemed to have only five people, two boys and three girls.

The only male heirs were Sirius Black and Regulus Black.

Regulus died many years ago in the cliff cave where Voldemort stored his Horcruxes. Sirius Black is probably the only male Black alive now...

But Sirius should be in Azkaban right now; and as a die-hard supporter of Dumbledore, how could Sirius join the Wizarding Party?

Lycos couldn't figure it out, so he decided to try it out a little.

"Mr. Black..." he said softly.

"Well, what's wrong?" the masked man responded casually.

Lycos carefully considered his words and slowly asked, "Will your brothers have any objections to you donating the Black family's ancestral home to the Witch Party?"

Fortunately, in English, both older brother and younger brother can be described as "Brother", unlike in Chinese where there is a need to distinguish between them, so I can ask this tentatively.

"Oh, you're talking about my disappointing brother." The masked man waved his hand casually. "He's still in Azkaban. Maybe he'll spend the rest of his life there..."

"So this house is now completely under my control, understand?"

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Chapter 99: Infiltrating the Wucui Party Base (5k, two more chapters during the day)

When Lycos heard the words from the man in the gray mask, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"An unworthy brother", "Azkaban", "staying there forever"... These words all represent a fact that is difficult to accept -

The man in front of him was none other than Sirius's younger brother: Regulus Black!

But shouldn't he have died in that cliff cave a long time ago?

In order to obtain Voldemort's Horcrux locket, Regulus drank the potion that protected the locket, and was eventually dragged into the lake by countless Inferi, and his life was wiped out...

But the living person in front of him was standing in front of Lekos, talking to him about his disappointing brother.

Lycos found it difficult to understand.

The plot has deviated too much, and perhaps we can no longer use the inertial thinking of the original novel to look at the problem...

"Let's go, the others are waiting for you inside."

Regulus led Lycos over the threshold and into the almost dark hallway.

The place looked like it hadn't been used for a long time. Even after it had been cleaned, Lycos could still smell a damp, dusty odor beneath the thick scent of air freshener, giving it the feeling of an abandoned, empty house.

Regulus took a few steps to the side. Even in the darkness, he easily found the switch of the gas light in the room with the habit he had developed over the years of living here.

With a rustling sound, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a flickering, unreal light into the long, gloomy hallway.

The wallpaper and carpet looked quite clean, as if they had been replaced not long ago, but it could not hide the fact that the whole house was old.

They walked down a narrow staircase to the basement and came to a specially cleaned conference room.

At this time, there were already several wizards sitting in the conference room. They all looked very old... their hair was gray and their skin was covered with wrinkles.

At the front of the conference table was an old man with brown and silver hair. He had a dull expression, a hunched back, and a few stubborn bloodshot eyes. It seemed that he had not slept well.

Opposite the old man was a witch with a serious expression. She pursed her lips tightly. When she saw Regulus and Lycos coming down the stairs, she simply turned her head and nodded her chin slightly, and then said no more.

Lycos even felt a sense of déjà vu of Professor McGonagall from her.

As for the other few people, they were all old wizards who were probably the old wizards who survived the Global Wizarding War. This made the whole meeting room seem gloomy.

Only when Regulus and Lycos took the vacant seats did the gloomy atmosphere ease a little...

"Regulus, is this the spy you planted with Voldemort?"

After Lycos and the other man sat down, the serious-looking witch asked with pursed lips.

"Yes, this is Lecus Hayden. He completed his tasks quite well in his first year at Hogwarts." Regulus had taken off his mask and chuckled.

"Ms. Rozier, I think it's time to include him in our inner circle."

Lycos secretly looked at Regulus's face and found that he was indeed handsome, but not as handsome as Sirius Black and Tom Riddle.

Of course, although Lycos, who looked about 70% like Tom Riddle, was only twelve years old, it was obvious that he was much more handsome than Regulus...

"Isn't this child too young? Can he really keep our secret?" Ms. Rosier frowned, then looked at Lycos and asked, "Are you... thirteen years old?"

"Twelve, ma'am," Lykos said.

"He's too young. I don't think it's time yet." Ms. Rosier shook her head. "If anyone were to probe him even slightly, he'd probably reveal the Witch Party's secrets."

"No, Ms. Rosier, Lycos is very different from other children his age." Regulus explained patiently, "He is a natural-born Occlumency caster and his mind is much more mature than his peers."

"You can rest assured about this. I have conducted many training and tests on him to ensure that no secrets will be leaked."

"A natural born Occlumency caster?" Ms. Rosier seemed interested, her dark green eyes turned and stared at Lekos.

Lecos suddenly felt a faint probing force acting in his brain... but it was a little weak and could not break through the brain's defense at all.

He blinked, and suddenly wanted to try to reverse this power.

Lycos did what he said. His eyes fixed, and he used the invading power as a bridge between the two of them, swimming his spirit forward and looking into Ms. Rosier's eyes.

Suddenly, he saw some blurry images——

Those images were almost always composed of a proud figure. He had light blond hair, a pair of blue eyes, a thin white beard on his chin, and a wild, playful smile on his face...

"Stop!"

Ms. Rosier snapped her eyes shut and stood up from her chair.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped angrily.

Lycos was stunned, and found that he seemed to have really touched the threshold of Legilimency. What he just saw should be the image of Grindelwald when he was young... Is the innate brain occlumency really connected with Legilimency?

He laughed pleasantly, then gave Ms. Rosier an innocent smile.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"