Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"Hello, Tom Riddle."

It seemed to be silent for a century, until the dim twilight shone through the old window, casting a gray shadow on the yellowed pages.

Just when the sky was completely dark, the ink on the paper suddenly moved... as if it had seeped into the paper and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Lycos' expression changed, and he stood up and lit a row of candles, illuminating the completely dark sky.

When he returned to the table, he saw some words that had not been there before on the paper.

"Who are you? How did you find my diary?"

Seeing these two consecutive questions, Lycos chuckled softly and dipped the quill into ink again.

He thought for a moment, then wrote the following:

"Your maker sent me to find you. I am Lecus Hayden, Lord Voldemort's most trusted aide."

When Lycos wrote this line, the previous words also merged into the paper and quickly disappeared.

Then, another line of text automatically emerged from the page:

"Hello, Lecus Hayden, I am Tom Riddle. But I don't understand what you are talking about, nor do I know who Lord Voldemort you are talking about... Perhaps he is a great wizard?"

Lycos looked at the words and didn't know what to say for a moment.

I have to say, Tom Riddle's performance of pretending to be ignorant while not forgetting to praise himself was really funny. Lycos almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Don't pretend to be ignorant in front of me." Lycos continued to write on the paper, "Lord Voldemort has told me everything about you-"

"I know that the name 'Voldemort' represents your past, present, and future... Tom, I was sent by Lord Voldemort to help you complete your mission."

"I will help you open the Chamber of Secrets and remove the Mudbloods who don't deserve to be at Hogwarts."

Lecos wrote down the fabricated and seemingly intimidating content in a serious manner, which stunned the Horcrux Tom Riddle in the diary and he did not respond for a long time.

In the eyes of the Horcrux Tom Riddle, everything Lekos said was true. It was very likely that Voldemort had personally instructed him to know so many secret things.

But Tom Riddle still didn't dare take any risk.

Because he has no power to resist, he can only rely on the communication of spirit and soul to gradually control the mind of the diary user... In the original plot, Ginny Weasley was controlled in this way.

Then, Lycos suddenly felt that his protective magic was triggered——

It is the protective magic that stabilizes vitality that he snatched from Voldemort, which can effectively prevent Voldemort from parasitizing and sucking away vitality.

Since the protection has been triggered, it means that... Tom Riddle in the diary can't wait to start taking action, wanting to absorb enough energy bit by bit and imperceptibly...

"I've already told you I was sent by Lord Voldemort. You don't need to be so wary of me." Lycos continued to make up stories. "The protective spell I'm wearing was taught to me by Lord Voldemort himself not long ago..."

"Because he obviously knows that you're not someone who's easy to talk to... and you're bound to cause a lot of trouble."

Seeing Tom Riddle's diary fall silent, Lycos smiled and picked up the pen again:

"So... even after talking to this point, you still don't want to believe me?"

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Chapter 111 Wait, she hasn’t gotten in the car yet!

"How can I believe you?"

Riddle's handwriting appeared in the diary again:

"Where is my creator? Why didn't he come to me in person, but told my secret to a stranger?"

"Because he is very weak now and has no ability to act on his own." Lycos continued to write a series of words on the paper.

"Not only that, Dumbledore is closely monitoring all suspicious places where he might appear...so he can only entrust me to divert Dumbledore's attention."

"It just so happened that he thought of his ideal when he was sixteen—killing all the Mudbloods who were unworthy of being in Hogwarts. Such a major event should be enough to draw Dumbledore's attention, right?"

After Lycos finished writing this long string, he frowned slightly as he watched the words disappear on the yellowed paper.

Tom Riddle was too vigilant, and it was impossible to convince him with just words... But if he pretended to have picked up a diary by chance, it would be difficult to find a reason to convince Riddle to teach him those complicated dark arts.

I still need to think of some other ways...

"You just said he was weak, right?" After a long silence, Riddle's words appeared on the paper again.

"Yes." Lycos wrote down a word immediately afterwards.

"why?"

"You've figured that out, haven't you?" Lykos responded. "He was struck by a killing curse and has lost all his powers."

"I don't believe it!" Riddle's handwriting suddenly became illegible, as if the writer was trembling. "He should have become the most powerful wizard in the world long ago!"

"But no matter how powerful a wizard is, he may still fall into trouble." Lecos did not refute Riddle's words. After all, Voldemort was indeed one of the most powerful wizards in the world.

The diary fell blank again.

The news brought by Lycos obviously had a great impact on Riddle, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"Think about it carefully. When I open my diary next time, I hope you can think these things through thoroughly."

Without waiting for the ink on the paper to disappear, Lycos decisively closed the diary.

The timing is not yet ripe, and it is impossible to gain Riddle's trust in a short period of time, so it is better to wait for him to digest the news.

Sometimes, when doing things, you can't be like a bootlicker, constantly pestering others for feedback... It's better to raise your own posture, leave those who think they are superior out in the cold, and let them know that they are not indispensable.

After all, Tom Riddle, the Horcrux who had been cut off from information for fifty years, now needed the information he wanted far more urgently than Lecos.

……

The fulfilling summer vacation is over soon.

There was the bustling King's Cross Station, the noisy Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, and the red express train that blew its whistle from time to time.

Just as Lycos found an empty compartment on the train, he saw three iconic figures, one thin and two fat, dragging large and small pieces of luggage, staggering towards him from the other end of the compartment.

Perhaps it was because, on the journey home at the end of last semester, Draco was squeezed together with two sweaty fat guys, Crabbe and Goyle, which caused too much psychological trauma.

This time he did not hang all the luggage on Crabbe and Goyle, but dragged a suitcase himself and had a backpack on his back.

Crabbe and Goyle had half the baggage on their backs, and were in better spirits than on their previous journeys.

"Morning, Lex." Draco panted as he stuffed the suitcase under the seat and collapsed onto the soft train seat. "How have you been these past few days?"

"It's quite fulfilling." Lycos shrugged.

Although he did not continue to communicate with Tom Riddle, he was also collecting evidence that could prove that Voldemort had fallen into trouble, so that the Horcrux would not refuse to admit it next time.

"It's better to be fulfilled, it's better to be fulfilled." Draco nodded. "I'm going to be bored to death this summer vacation... My dad has been preparing for a raid by the Ministry of Magic, and he has been keeping me under strict control. I can only study magic at home..."

"If I want to learn magic, why can't I learn it in school? Aren't holidays meant for fun?"

Draco expressed his confusion as to why he had to study during the holidays.

Crabbe and Goyle, sitting opposite, nodded in approval, the fat on their faces trembling.

"It's okay, at least your father didn't forget to buy you a new broom." Lycos said casually.

At this moment, Draco's face suddenly turned red and his expression became excited, which made Lycos puzzled.

"Let me tell you something in secret, Lycos...my father bought me more than one!" Draco said in a low voice.

But his voice didn't decrease at all, and Lycos suspected that even the people next door could hear it.

"So how many did he buy for you?" Although Lycos knew what Draco wanted to say, he still did not dampen his interest and asked in time.

"My dad bought me seven brooms!" Draco jerked his head up and tossed his light blond hair. "And these seven are all the latest Nimbus 2001 model, much more advanced than Potter's Nimbus 2000!"

He pulled two brand-new, gleaming, streamlined broomsticks from his snakeskin wallet and placed them on the table with a menacing thud.

"I'm telling you a secret, Lex... I'm definitely going to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team when school starts!"

"How do we get in? Give each team member a broom?" Lecos asked casually.

Draco's excitement froze in an instant, as if he had been suddenly poured with a bucket of cold water.

"How...how did you know?" he stammered.

"Guessed." Lycos said, looking out the window casually.

It was now very close to the departure of the Hogwarts Express, and suddenly a group of red-haired wizards and witches rushed into the entrance of the platform, pushing luggage racks of all sizes and rushing towards the train.

Their signature red hair almost immediately made it clear they were a Weasley family.

Lycos counted their number and found that there seemed to be two little wizards missing... He suddenly thought, is a classic plot about to happen?

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley should still be outside the platform at this time, trapped inside King's Cross Station by the spell Dobby cast on the station entrance...

"Draco, do you have a house-elf at home?" Lycos suddenly asked.

"Of course, we have always had house-elfs to help with chores. My house-elf is called Dobby." Draco said as a matter of course. "Why, do you want a house-elf too?"

As he spoke, he scratched his head and explained, "Lexus, you might be able to buy other things, but house-elves are really hard to deal with... They are all descendants of ancient pure-blood families, and they are very stubborn."

"Unless someone from an ancient family is willing to sell them, it's very difficult to get a house-elf of your own... and house-elves are stupid. If they're abandoned by their original owner, they might cry for days before they recover."

Draco curled his lips, puzzled by the habits of this creature.

"It's not that I want a house-elf, but I just suddenly thought of asking." Lycos shook his head. "I was wondering... I heard that house-elves will respond to any request. If you call your house-elf here, will he suddenly appear in this box?"

"What are you thinking? Although house-elves have good magical abilities, they still have a range in which they can receive calls." Draco said, "We are too far away from my home now. Dobby will definitely not be able to hear us."

"It's okay, just try it." Lycos waved his hand nonchalantly, "I want to see how you usually call the house-elves..."

"Okay..." Although Draco didn't quite understand what Lycos was thinking, he still snapped his fingers and shouted as he said -

"More than!"

Almost the next moment, a very short creature with bat-like ears and a long, thin nose suddenly appeared on their table.

He blinked his prominent green eyes, almost the size of tennis balls, when he realized he had shifted, and jumped in panic when he saw Draco.

"Little...little master, Dobby is at your service!"

"Dobby, why are you here?" Draco was also startled by the sudden appearance of the house-elf and asked with a frown, "Shouldn't you be at home cleaning the garden?"

"Dobby... Dobby is here... because..." Dobby spoke haltingly.

Suddenly, he started banging his head on the table in front of him.

"Bad Dobby...bad Dobby, Dobby wants to punish himself...I can't even tell my master why I'm here..."