Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"What happened? Did the spell disappear?"

"How could this be?"

"No, don't leave us, wuwuwu..."

"..."

The area around the train suddenly became noisy, and the young wizards and Hogwarts students present became panicked again.

The breaking spell just now almost drained their last bit of strength. More importantly, the hope that had been born was completely crushed by the dissipation of the light curtain... Now, everyone present has lost the will and willingness to resist.

It was a physical and mental blow.

At this moment, a black flame, which had been ignored by the students for quite some time, suddenly rose from the ground. The flame was faint and had no apparent power to the naked eye. Some young Muggle-born wizards even thought it looked a bit like a gas stove in the kitchen...

However, it was this unremarkable black flame that suddenly rose from the ground in the almost desperate eyes of all the little wizards.

The black flames instantly replaced the previous golden light curtain, forming a pitch-black wall of fire.

After the wall of fire rose into the air, it turned from all sides and closed in on the center line of the train, enveloping all the students of Hogwarts, as if it had woven a huge fire cocoon.

This fire cocoon blocks the heat of the fierce fire, and even the fire shield can still maintain its scorching temperature... But the black flame will not harm the wizard. In the contrast between the two flames, the sweating students even feel an illusion of coolness.

"This thing... is it you who did it?"

Percy staggered to his feet and looked at Lycos on the roof of the carriage with wide eyes.

"Who else could it be?" Lycos wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally smiled with relief. "Fortunately, although you didn't believe what I said, it didn't delay things in the end. Instead, you provided a lot of help..."

"From this point of view, Percy Weasley, you are a qualified prefect."

Percy smiled guiltily and looked away.

He had never imagined that talking to a young man five years younger than him would actually feel like being evaluated by an elder...

"Thank you, but I finally realize that I'm still a long way from being a truly qualified prefect." Percy sighed deeply. "Because of my prejudice against the younger students, I almost killed everyone's chance of survival..."

"I never thought that the second-year students nowadays are so powerful... One can briefly cast All Spells End, and another can conjure flames to fight against Fiendfyre..."

He leaned against the side of the train car without caring about his image, then took a breath of hot air and was almost jumped up by the heat from the iron sheet of the car. He quickly stood back in his original position.

Percy knew very well that he was just a little bit away from forcing Lycos to stop... but because he really couldn't think of any other way to deal with Li Huo, he was only willing to let Lycos try.

Fortunately, he did not make a big mistake.

"Lycos, how long can your black flame last?" Cedric asked Lycos as he took off his soaked coat. "Do we need to make any other preparations?"

"No need, now we just need to wait for Dobby to call Dumbledore over." Lycos smiled and shook his head.

"I disguised our flames as Fiendfyre's 'own men'. Without orders, the wildly growing Fiendfyre is unlikely to attack us."

He put his arm around Cassandra's waist and gently jumped off the carriage.

"Also, the Fiery Flame in this area has expanded to such an extent that it would be difficult for those who set the fire to control it...so we should be saved."

After Lycos finished explaining to Cedric, he didn't stay any longer.

He helped Cassandra back to the carriage and placed her on the soft seat of the compartment.

"Are you all right, Kassandra?" Lykos asked softly.

"It's nothing serious, just a little weak." Cassandra shook her head slightly.

She leaned against the window sill on one side of the box, lazily kicked off her two pairs of shoes, then bent her knees, tilted her face to the back of the soft chair beside her, and stared at Lycos with her green eyes slanted.

Lycos' heart skipped a beat.

Cassandra has always been a cold, proud, and independent person. She can do everything on her own, and she can do it to an extremely excellent level, as if there is nothing she can't do.

However, today, the little witch leaned weakly in the box, looking weak and pitiful, which was very different from her usual image.

Lycos discovered for the first time that the proud and independent Cassandra also had a girlish side, a little girl who could get tired and hurt...

"Why are you looking at me?"

Cassandra glanced at Lycos with her green eyes, her little head leaning against the back of the chair motionless, and asked lazily.

"It won't hurt to take a look." Lycos laughed and sat down next to her.

The seats in the box were not very spacious. After Lycos sat down, his legs were almost touching Cassandra's white legs and bare feet.

"Why don't you sit opposite me instead of squeezing next to me?" Cassandra curled her lips and blinked slightly.

Compared to her previous cold tone, her tone seemed a little sweet, as if she had just eaten a toffee with a filling.

"Because I have to take care of the patients." Lycos picked up a glass of water from the table, pushed it in front of Cassandra, and said righteously.

"Don't you see how weak you are? Out of humanitarian concern, I must provide you with meticulous assistance!"

Cassandra turned her eyes and stared at Lykos motionlessly.

Then, a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she suddenly stretched out her legs and placed her white ankles on Lycos' legs.

For a moment, Lycos froze.

"Since you've mentioned it that way..." Cassandra's voice seemed to carry a hint of playfulness. "My feet are sore, could you please massage them for me, Mr. Hayden?"

Lycos lowered his head stiffly, his eyes met hers, and then he quickly raised them again.

"Isn't this... inappropriate?" He swallowed.

"What's inappropriate about that?" Cassandra tilted her head, her lips curled slightly. "Aren't you supposed to be taking care of the patients? I gave you a chance, so why aren't you using it?"

Lycos: “?”

Can this be tolerated?

He immediately placed his hand on Cassandra's ankle, and then...

Then he took her feet off his legs and put them back on the cushion beside him... After freeing his legs from being pressed down, Lecos jumped up from his seat.

"Ahem... I just remembered that I need to go out and keep an eye on it to prevent any holes in the flames!"

After saying that, Lycos quickly slipped out of the carriage and jumped out of the window neatly...

Cassandra looked at Lykos's back as he fled in panic, her eyebrows slightly curved, as if she couldn't help laughing.

Then, Cassandra's eyes unconsciously moved to her ankles, where there seemed to be a trace of residual warmth from the touch... She suddenly reached out and covered her cheeks with her hands.

My hands are cold and my face is hot.

……

Cedric, Fred, and George were slumped on the ground outside the carriage, chatting idly about the battle just now, with expressions of relief at having survived.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out of the carriage window and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a large amount of soil on the ground.

"Ah... Bah, bah, bah, who did this?"

Fred just yawned and was hit in the mouth by the splashing dirt.

He quickly spat out the dirt that splashed into his mouth and complained angrily.

George turned his head to look at the figure beside the carriage and was stunned.

"Lex, why did you suddenly jump out of the window?" he asked. "Weren't you going to take care of your girlfriend?"

"Ahem! What little girlfriend? Don't talk nonsense." Lycos coughed twice and said righteously, "In order to prevent any flaws in this protective flame, I think we should come out and take a look!"

"I don't believe it." Fred spit out most of the dirt in his mouth, stood up and said, "I seriously suspect you were kicked out."

"Nonsense, I came out by myself!" Lycos curled his lips.

"No need to explain, we all know it." George winked at him.

"Yes, we all understand!" Fred patted Lecos's shoulder.

Lycos: “…”

So what on earth did you understand?

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Lycos quickly changed the subject. "What's the situation outside? Are there any casualties among the students?"

"Percy went with the other prefects to investigate, and they should have a rough count soon." Cedric also stood up and said, "He just took George's broom and should be back soon."

Lycos nodded slightly and looked up.

There was a red-haired student flying towards this side on a broom, standing out very conspicuous against the black background.

"Percy, here!" Fred waved to the sky.

This time of fighting side by side has vaguely made the Weasley brothers closer.

Originally, Fred and George, two experts in pranks, looked down on their brother who only cared about grabbing power... Normally, they would not wave at Percy.

"Hayden, how's things going with Volley? Is everything okay?"

Percy asked as he landed on the ground and handed the broom back to George.

"She's fine, just a little weak," Lycos said. "What about the others? Are there any casualties?"

"There shouldn't be any deaths, but there are quite a few injured, but most of them are minor injuries," Percy said. "The other prefects and I conducted a rough survey of the different areas and found that the situation is much better than we expected..."

"Just now, you and Volley's Ten Thousand Curses ended, and now this flame barrier was quite timely. It blocked the Fiendfyre from entering. I didn't see anyone being set on fire..."

"Most of the injured weren't from the fierce fire, but from being hit by objects when the carriage rolled over, or accidentally falling while trying to escape. There's emergency white savory essence on the train, and applying it to the wound will heal quickly."

"That's good. Fortunately nothing serious happened." Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

"But there's a serious problem." Percy shook his head and said, "Because they've never experienced this kind of situation before, many students don't know how to use their magic properly, and they've all overdrawn their magic to varying degrees..."

"Those with milder symptoms are fine, but many with severe overdrafts must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise their future magical career may be jeopardized."

He glanced at the time anxiously, his brows furrowed tightly.

"More than ten minutes have passed, and the house-elf hasn't found Dumbledore yet?"

"Draco, is your house-elf really that reliable?" Lycos jumped back into the carriage through the window and kicked open the locked door of a nearby compartment. "Is he usually this efficient at Malfoy Manor?"

"I... I don't know." Draco poked his head out from under a thick blanket. "How's Fiendfyre doing out there? Has he been extinguished?"

"The Fiery Flame has been stopped temporarily, but if Dobby doesn't bring Dumbledore here, many people will be in serious trouble!" Lycos's expression was very serious.

"How could this happen..." Draco said bewilderedly, "Although Dobby is clumsy, he's usually quite efficient in his work."

"Looking at it this way... maybe we've run into some other problem." Lycos frowned. "But I should be able to hold it off for a while. Fiery Flame isn't a problem for now, but it will be very difficult for those students who have overdrawn their magic power..."

His eyes swept across the carriage and suddenly he noticed the two fat guys, Crabbe and Goyle, lying motionless on their chairs.