Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"In your next life, remember this: Don't show off your wealth. Don't tell us you're so rich. Maybe you can live a little longer!"

The Dark wizard had already raised his wand.

The traveling merchant didn't even think of helping the dark wizard. It seemed that he didn't need his help to deal with such a young wizard of eleven or twelve years old...

However, at this moment, the harmless smile on Lycos's face disappeared.

He casually threw the moldy bread aside and patted his palms which were still stained with bread crumbs.

"Well, since there's no one else here, I don't need to pretend to be a gentleman." Lycos took out his wand from his sleeve. "It just so happens that I've wanted to test my strength for a long time, but I never had the chance..."

He flicked his wand violently—

"Crucio!"

At that moment, the wand of the dark wizard with pus-filled face fell to the ground.

He seemed to be suspended by an invisible rope, twisting and turning in the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain.

Seeing this scene, the traveling merchants were finally shocked.

"What the hell kind of student is this!" he yelled in shock. "A kid of eleven or twelve uses the Cruciatus Curse right away? And he uses it so skillfully?"

The merchant's understanding of magic is about to be shattered...

Because he knew very well that black magic, especially the three unforgivable curses, required strong negative emotions to be cast. The heavier the negative emotions, the more powerful the magic.

He simply couldn't understand how a child who looked only eleven or twelve years old and had a harmless smile could have such great malice?

'Am I a dark wizard or is he a dark wizard?' Such thoughts even emerged in the mind of the traveling merchant.

However, unlike the traveling merchant's thoughts and feelings, Lycos actually did not harbor much malice in his heart, nor did he have any negative emotions at all...

His unreasonable talent for dark magic allowed him to cast the irresistible Cruciatus Curse with just a thought.

It's not just the Cruciatus Curse, in fact other types of black magic are the same, even the Killing Curse is the same - Lycos doesn't need to release his own malice to cast powerful black magic.

"boom!"

With a loud bang and the sound of falling leaves and wood chips, the dark wizard covered with pus-filled wounds hit a thick tree trunk and fell to the ground unconscious.

The traveling merchant finally didn't dare to underestimate this strange little wizard anymore. Before Lycos could recite the next spell, he raised his wand first.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

A flash of white light passed by, but the next moment it was blocked by a black flame curtain wall.

Immediately afterwards, before the traveling merchant could react, a blue light flew out from the black flames at an extremely fast speed.

The traveling merchant was knocked to the ground by a powerful impact.

"Expulso." It was not until he was hit by the spell that Lycos's voice reached his ears.

"What a freak...Protego!" The traveling merchant spat out a mouthful of blood, grasped the magic wand with difficulty, and cast a layer of armor spell on himself.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the young man's clear voice -

"Avada Kedavra."

The traveling merchant's pupils suddenly contracted.

Then, a dazzling green light penetrated the barrier of the Armor Curse and hit his back, and his eyes lost focus in an instant... The Killing Curse could not be blocked by defensive spells.

In the merchant's last remaining consciousness, he only saw Lycos's feet stepping on the dead leaves on the ground, slowly walking towards him...

"If you want to defraud money or kill someone in your next life, remember to find the right target."

Lycos squatted down and took away all the money on the peddler, including the money he had just snatched from Lycos... In addition, he also took off the basket behind the peddler.

It has to be said that for a traveling merchant like him who works on the edge of a knife, his family background is quite rich.

Lycos felt that his unexpected income would be enough to pay back all the money Draco and Cassandra had lent him, with a lot left over.

It turns out that the quickest way to make money is to cheat others...

"Well done, Lekos." A giant python possessed by Voldemort swam over nearby, and a hoarse voice came out of the python's mouth.

He opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the dead traveling merchant into the python's belly, then stared at the dark wizard with pus-covered face with his scarlet eyes.

"Yes... This guy looks like a speculator who would conduct dangerous experiments." Voldemort laughed hoarsely, and then his eyes suddenly moved.

The scarlet snake pupils suddenly dimmed, and then a ball of black mist with a hideous face flew out of the snake's mouth. In a blink of an eye, it attached to the dark wizard's body, forming an ugly face under his neck.

The dark wizard woke up from his coma.

He first rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down from the aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse... but he soon discovered something was wrong.

"Wait...what's wrong with my body?" The dark wizard shouted in panic, "Who are you? What have you done to my body? Get out of my neck!!"

“Don’t be nervous, relax…” Voldemort rasped, and the ugly mouth under the dark wizard’s neck opened and closed, “You will soon forget all this…”

As Voldemort's voice sounded faintly, the dark wizard's expression gradually became confused.

"You are a dark wizard who enjoys conducting dangerous experiments... You discovered a secret in an ancient book that allows you to absorb the vitality of animals to enhance your own far less powerful magic..."

Gradually, Voldemort wrote a new memory into the dark wizard's mind, and he forgot his experience in the village.

"Very good, Scamander will be here soon. All you have to do now is... run!"

The next moment, Voldemort's residual soul emerged from the dark wizard's body.

The dark wizard was bewildered for a moment, then became anxious and panicked, and hurriedly ran to the side of the forest... But under Voldemort's deliberate guidance, his direction just happened to face the direction of Newt's exploration...

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Chapter 106 Return to Diagon Alley

"This should fool Scamander."

The black mist of Voldemort's residual soul seemed to have used too much power and suddenly became much dimmer.

"Lex, I'm going to sleep for a while to recover my strength. I need you to help me erase all traces of my existence..." Voldemort said weakly, "Burn it with fire. Don't let Scamander see any flaws. Do you understand?"

He thought that Lycos would respond respectfully as usual and complete the task beautifully.

But Voldemort waited for a long time, but there was no response from him.

"Lex Hayden?" Voldemort repeated, his tone already a little impatient.

"I am here, Lord Dark Lord." Lycos still stood there motionless.

"What are you still doing here? Go and get rid of all traces of my existence!" Voldemort's black mist trembled twice, and it was obvious that he was very angry. "Scamander should be here soon, don't let him catch us!"

"Don't worry, he won't find any flaws." Lycos said softly.

"That would be best." Voldemort snorted coldly, "I am going to sleep for a while. Don't forget to come find me next summer vacation."

"Please wait a moment, Lord Dark Lord." Lycos suddenly spoke lightly, stopping the black mist that was about to fly away.

Voldemort stopped floating and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The subordinate's tone seemed to be off, completely different from his previous respectful and harmonious attitude... Instead, he seemed a little fearless and unscrupulous.

"What's wrong?" Voldemort suppressed his anger and asked slowly.

He has now almost used up the strength he had gathered with great difficulty over the past few days, and with no other subordinates nearby, Lycos is the only person he can rely on.

So even if Lycos's attitude changed, Voldemort could only remain tolerant and did not dare to reprimand his subordinates with the same aggressive tone as before...

"My Lord Dark Lord, I suddenly have an idea..." Lycos said softly.

But this time, the "Lord Dark Lord" he mentioned was no longer the respect he pretended to show before, but rather a kind of light ridicule.

Voldemort's mood became even more tense.

Sure enough, Lycos's next words almost made him furious -

"I'm not sure you're really willing to spend a year in deep sleep, and I don't want to become another Professor Quirrell..."

"What do you mean?" In the fading black mist, Voldemort's face became particularly hideous, almost like an inflated balloon.

"I just want a promise." Lycos said with a clear conscience, "I need you to promise not to parasitize me like you did to Quirrell because you tried to leave the forest..."

Voldemort stared coldly at Lycos with his scarlet eyes in the black mist.

He could understand that his subordinates had their own little thoughts, and it was normal for them not to want to follow in Quirrell's footsteps... but he could not accept his subordinates talking to him in such a condescending manner and in such a fearless tone.

It's just that... Voldemort now has no power and is useless except that he cannot be killed.

So he glared at Lycos coldly for a long time, and finally chose to compromise...

"Okay, I promise you."

Voldemort suppressed his anger as much as possible and spoke in a gentle tone: "You are my most promising junior, a genius who will become the next Dark Lord. How could I absorb your life force at will?"

However, Voldemort's humility did not satisfy Lycos.

"No, Lord Dark Lord, I don't want your verbal promise." Lycos put on a harmless smile again and shook his head slightly. "I need a foolproof method that can completely free me from the risk of having my life sucked away..."

"I hope you can tell me what kind of protective magic can completely get rid of your possession and parasitism."

The black mist transformed by Voldemort grew larger and larger, and its color became darker and darker.

He could hardly suppress the anger in his heart and wanted to teach this ignorant subordinate a serious lesson.

However, soon, a high-pitched beast roar interrupted Voldemort's anger.

"It's an Erumpent!" Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded a little panicked. "How could there be an Erumpent, a 4X magical beast from Africa, in this forest? Scamander must have brought it in!"

He looked at Lycos fiercely, and finally made up his mind.

"Okay, okay... Then I'll teach you a spell that will stabilize your vitality and prevent you from being affected by any parasitic or possessing magic."

The black smoke transformed by Voldemort quickly reached Lecos' ear, uttered a string of spells, and then immediately flew away from Lecos' ear.

"I'm only saying this once. Whether you can learn it or not is your problem... Lycos, I hope you can finish up the loose ends in the forest. I also hope you won't regret today's momentary pleasure in the future!"

After saying this, Voldemort turned into a wisp of black smoke and quickly drifted away...

Lycos looked at Voldemort's receding shadow, a slight smile forming on his lips.

He silently repeated the spell he had just learned several times and nodded secretly... He knew that his goal had been achieved.

So, Lycos no longer hesitated and waved his wand without hesitation -

A black flame burned in the Albanian forest.