Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Only then did Lycos have time to take in his position and the surrounding scenery.

This seemed to be a desolate forest. The light was mostly blocked by large leaves, and the surrounding area was filled with fog, making the atmosphere gloomy.

The forest was overgrown with weeds, and the still-warm corpses of birds and animals hung from the treetops. Even in summer, when lush greenery should be flourishing, piles of rotting branches appeared on the barren grasslands, with withered leaves peeking out from the cracks between the branches.

Not only that, the air here is heavy and humid, and seems to be filled with the smell of decay and death.

Blue-gray clouds enveloped the area, floating silently among the leaves, casting a gray veil over the entire forest...

Lecos frowned and looked around, and almost immediately realized that he had come to the right place - who else but Voldemort, the guy who absorbed vitality everywhere, could turn the vibrant forest into such a gloomy look?

In a trance, the scene here seemed to merge quietly with the dream I had when I first entered school.

The old place Voldemort mentioned should be nearby...

However, Lecos did not intend to go directly to Voldemort.

He still needs to do some preliminary preparations to enable him to save Voldemort from Newt Scamander.

Or to put it another way - Newt must put Voldemort under life-and-death pressure, but Newt must not actually find any trace of Voldemort in the forest.

After all, if Voldemort was really discovered by Newt, it would be hard to say who would win when the Dark Lord was at his wit's end...

Lecos already felt guilty for taking advantage of an honest man, and he didn't want Newt to make any mistakes here.

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Chapter 105: Then I don’t need to pretend to be a gentleman anymore (5k chapter)

It was two days later when Newt arrived in the forest of Albania.

With his rich experience in outdoor adventures, he noticed something was wrong almost immediately!

So, Newt and his assistant began to investigate the Albanian primeval forest inside and out, trying to find out where the problem occurred.

At the same time, Lycos also got to know the surrounding humanities and geographical environment and made all the necessary preparations...

……

In the crimson sunset, Lekos finally walked into the depths of the primeval forest of Albania.

The rosy glow of the sunset filled the sky, dyeing the leaves in the forest purple. In this scorching, heavy weather, the only sound in the forest was the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, as if it were quietly sleeping.

Dusk fell and the forest was dark. The sound of Lycos's footsteps on the withered leaves made a crunching sound, breaking the silence.

"Woo——"

Not far away, there seemed to be the whimpering sound of a small animal.

The next moment, Lycos suddenly felt a burning sensation in his left forearm, and intermittent pain stimulated the skin of his left arm.

He raised his hand and saw that the Dark Mark, which had been hidden, was automatically activated. The light red mark turned into a dark black color, and it emitted an evil aura from time to time.

Lecos understood that Voldemort's remaining soul must be nearby.

He lowered his thin sleeves and walked quickly towards the direction where the sobbing sound came from...

A huge python was busy coiling around the tree trunk, its eyes filled with scarlet color, as if revealing strong murderous intent, hatred, and unwillingness.

At this time, the body of a young sika deer fell beside the python, its limbs twitching slightly, but it had completely lost the ability to resist, and the python's fangs were inserted into its throat.

Soon, the body of the sika deer shriveled up and lost all vitality.

"Lord Dark Lord." Lycos called softly.

"You've come just in time, Lycos." The python suddenly opened its bloody mouth and uttered human words, "Hurry, I need your help now!"

Lycos pretended to be indifferent and blinked blankly.

"Do you need me to help you find a way to restore your strength?" he said slowly.

"No, I am in very poor condition. It will take time for my original strength to recover." Voldemort hissed through the snake's mouth. "What I need you to do now is something else..."

"Just these past two days, I discovered a wizard investigating the situation in this forest... Unlike the trash I encountered before, this wizard is not someone I can handle now."

"So he is...?" Lycos asked in surprise.

"Newt Scamander," Voldemort said coldly, "Scamander has always been Dumbledore's direct descendant. I now suspect that Dumbledore has also begun to doubt this forest..."

Lycos' eyes immediately widened.

"Is that the Scamander who wrote Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?" he asked in shock.

From his expression, there was no sign that Newt was actually the one he had brought.

"Yes, Scamander's magical ability should not be underestimated as he can handle those magical creatures," Voldemort said coldly, "but in my current state, I have no ability to deal with him at all!"

"Unfortunately, I'm not very skilled, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to drive Scamander away." Lycos covered his face with his hands, looking heartbroken. "But... what should you do? Should you move to another location?"

"No, this forest is the best place for me to recover my strength." Voldemort waved his huge snake head. "I will not leave here unless it is absolutely necessary."

"But what if Scamander finds you?" Lycos asked worriedly.

"So this requires your help, Lecos..." Voldemort put the huge python head in front of Lecos' face and stared into his eyes with his scarlet snake pupils.

"Lex, my most promising young wizard, I need you to find a way to lure Scamander away and make him dispel his suspicions about the Albanian forest..."

"You've been smart since you were little. I believe you can come up with a solution..."

Lycos stared blankly at the snake head in front of him, as if he was confused, or as if he was racking his brains to think about how to deal with it.

But in reality, Lycos had already thought of a solution, and now he was just daydreaming... sometimes thinking about what to eat tonight, sometimes pondering what request to make to Voldemort after solving the problem...

It was not until Voldemort was about to lose his patience that the focus of Lekos' dark golden eyes returned to normal.

"My Lord Dark Lord, I may have thought of a way!"

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In the southwest of the Albanian forest, there is a mysterious little village, hidden at the edge of the forest and covered by numerous trees.

According to legend, a group of demons lived in this small village, and few people who approached there could come back alive... Over time, few people approached that village.

In fact, there are no demons in this village.

This is an underground black market in the Albanian magic world, where a group of dark wizards who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their lives live. They are good at black magic and often use the lives of ordinary people who come close to them to conduct evil experiments.

However, in recent years, as the wizarding world has become increasingly peaceful, the Albanian Ministry of Magic has partially cleaned up the village, arrested the dark wizards who had privately massacred Muggles, and improved the atmosphere here.

Of course, it's just a slight improvement.

Because of its long dark tradition, the village is still dominated by evil black wizards and insidious underground businessmen, similar to Knockturn Alley in the British wizarding world.

That evening, when the sun was about to set, the village suddenly welcomed a character who didn't fit in.

A little wizard of about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a clean and tidy school uniform, with a young and handsome face and a pure smile on his face, walked into this messy village with confidence.

"Little guy, what are you doing here?"

A wizard with pus-filled face walked up directly, smiled sinisterly, and tried to pinch Lycos's clean little face with his fingers.

Lycos moved sideways inconspicuously, avoiding the dark wizard's dirty fingers.

"I don't understand what you're saying," Lycos said in English. "Does anyone here speak English?"

Most of the wizards living here speak Albanian, and it is indeed difficult to understand what they are saying... Conversely, they also cannot understand what Lecos is saying.

"Foreigner?" The dark wizard covered with pustules smacked his lips.

Then, he called out to the village in a shrill voice: "The traveling potion smuggler, there's a foreign guy here. Come over and see if you can understand what he's saying!"

Not long after, a strong man carrying a large basket came over.

He seemed to have lost one eye, and had covered his left eye with a black eye patch. There was also a hideous scar on his right eye, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a ruthless character.

"Oh, isn't this the Hogwarts uniform?" The traveling merchant was delighted when he saw Lycos and asked in English, "Are you from England?"

"Yes, sir." Lycos showed his signature harmless smile, "I came to Albania with my family for a trip, but accidentally got separated from them..."

"I'm thirsty and hungry now. Can you give me something to eat?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. We're not the kind of place where you can get free food and drinks!" the peddler said gruffly. "If you don't have any money, go back to where you came from!"

"Hey, don't chase him away." The dark wizard with pustules all over his face laughed evilly, "This kid has tender skin and flesh, he should be quite good for experiments, hehehehehe..."

"Don't mess around, or the Ministry of Magic might come and raid again!" The traveling merchant glared at him and warned.

Just when they finally gave up the idea of ​​doing the experiment and were about to drive Lycos away, Lycos suddenly raised a hand.

"I have money!"

Lycos held aloft a handful of Galleons.

The gold coins sparkled red under the setting sun.

The traveling merchant's eyes immediately widened, and an emotion called greed continued to grow in his eyes.

When Lycos saw this scene, he smiled secretly, but his face still had that harmless expression.

"Uncle, can I have something to eat?" he asked.

"Of course. What do you want to eat? I have everything!" The merchant put down the basket from his back and took out a moldy loaf of bread. "Ten galleons for this loaf of bread, not too much, right?"

"Don't lie, how can a panel be so expensive?" Lycos looked at the bread with disdain, "And it's moldy..."

"You don't understand, this kind of precious bread is only delicious when it is moldy!" The traveling merchant laughed wickedly, snatched the gold coins from Lycos's hand, and then casually stuffed the moldy bread into Lycos's hand.

"Happy Trading!"

Lycos looked at him, pretended to be very angry, and left the village without looking back.

But before leaving, he deliberately took out his snakeskin wallet, pretended to casually take out another handful of gold galleons from the wallet, and put it into the pocket of his school robe...

The traveling merchant and the dark wizard's faces lit up at the same time.

They looked at each other and nodded silently.

After the two men confirmed that no one else in the village noticed the fat sheep Lycos, they each cast an invisibility spell on themselves and then quietly followed Lycos's pace.

Lycos seemed to be unaware of anything and skipped into the depths of the forest.

Just as he was about to reach the area where Voldemort was, a burly traveling merchant and a dark wizard with pus-filled faces suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Little thing, you walked deep into the forest on your own." The dark wizard chuckled, "We were worried about being discovered by the Ministry of Magic, but now we have no worries at all."

"You're the one who's to blame, little guy, for not being vigilant enough." The traveling merchant seemed concerned on the surface, but in fact his eyes were always looking at Lycos's bulging pockets and the snakeskin wallet with half a corner sticking out of his pockets.