Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

The next moment, a cool breeze covered his forehead, and Lycos's headache was quickly relieved, and the sharp pain in his arm gradually faded away...

"You hear me, Lycos, clear your mind."

With Dumbledore's help, Lecos gradually shifted his attention away from Voldemort's affairs, and his mind became blank.

He moved quickly, as if he was born with the ability to control his brain.

All the information about Voldemort was dispelled in a short while, and Lecos's attention was all focused on the white-haired old man in front of him.

"It seems you have adjusted." Dumbledore smiled happily.

Lycos nodded slightly.

"Yes, Lycos," Dumbledore said in a very gentle tone, speaking each word with emphasis, "Then please tell me—"

“What’s the first number that comes to your mind?”

Lycos was slightly stunned.

The next moment, a number involuntarily appeared in his blank mind.

"Four."

Lycos said quickly without hesitation.

Dumbledore's eyes behind his glasses suddenly lit up, and he raised his hand and patted Lecos's shoulder.

"Very good, this number is enough." He said happily, "You've worked hard today, Lycos... Go back and have a good rest."

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved to Fawkes, the phoenix, standing on a gilded branch.

"Fawkes, the lights in the castle are out now. To prevent Mr. Filch from misunderstanding, please send Lex back to his dormitory."

Lycos glanced at Dumbledore, said nothing, and nodded slowly.

He was now completely unable to take care of anything else, and was still trying hard to control his brain from being distracted, for fear that the unbreakable oath would take effect again.

"By the way, remember to take this." Dumbledore seemed to suddenly remember something, picked up the parchment from the desk and handed it to Lycos.

Lycos looked at him somewhat confused.

"I didn't have time to tell you before, but I just remembered..." Dumbledore said, "I asked Professor McGonagall for your Transfiguration homework a few days ago and compared it with this letter."

"Although I can see that you deliberately switched the fonts and your imitation was quite good, when you wrote the letters 'h', 'm', and 'n', the little hook at the end was exactly the same as in the Transfiguration homework."

"Whenever you have the opportunity to write a letter in the future, remember to pay more attention to this."

Dumbledore winked playfully at Lycos.

Lycos glanced at the parchment in his hand and was slightly stunned... If Dumbledore hadn't pointed it out, he might never have discovered his little habit when writing letters in his life.

So why do those undercover agents in spy dramas write letters with their left hand? Perhaps it's because of this uncontrollable muscle memory...

Oh, Dumbledore, that old fox.

Lycos secretly complained.

Dumbledore had clearly confirmed the owner of the letter through his notes long ago, but he chose to wait until Lycos had actually cast the Fire Shield before exposing him. He even used a rather obscure method to prevent him from having the slightest resistance.

This kind of person who has lived for hundreds of years is indeed not something that a rookie undercover like Lycos can deal with. Fortunately, he is not a Death Eater undercover who is really on Voldemort's side...

"There's nothing else to do. Go back and rest."

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand as if he had done something insignificant.

Lycos nodded slightly, then grabbed Fox's long tail.

After the handwriting problem was exposed, Lycos's attention was completely diverted and he no longer thought about the fact that he had leaked Voldemort's information. Naturally, the Unbreakable Vow lost the opportunity to take effect.

Accompanied by a flash of golden-red flames, Lycos disappeared into the principal's office...

After Lycos left, the portraits of the principal on the office wall, who were pretending to be asleep, woke up almost at the same time.

"Albus, do you really believe him?" asked a portrait of a wiry old man with gray hair. "He's a natural-born Occlumency caster. You can't guarantee whether what he says is true or not!"

"Armando Dippet, what do you mean?" Another portrait with a black goatee was immediately displeased and loudly retorted, "Just because he is a Slytherin, he is not worthy of Albus's trust?"

"I have no intention of targeting Slytherin, Phineas Black, I am simply stating a fact." The headmaster, named Armando Dippet, responded calmly.

"But your actions are targeting Slytherin!" Headmaster Phineas Black was still very angry.

He was the only headmaster from Slytherin on the entire wall, so he had a natural affinity for Lycos, who was from Slytherin, and naturally did not like other headmasters to question him.

"Shut up, Phineas!" interrupted a demure, bespectacled elderly headmistress. "We really need to discuss whether Mr. Hayden is trustworthy. Don't be so unreasonable!"

Principal Phineas Black seemed a little afraid of the headmistress and muttered a few words secretly, but did not refute it again.

"Albus, do you really believe what Hayden said about 'fourth grade'?" The headmistress turned her gaze to Dumbledore and asked softly, "If he deliberately said a wrong number, you might be caught off guard..."

Dumbledore smiled as he glanced at the wall covered with portraits, then shook his head slightly.

"Don't worry too much, Dalys. I knew from the beginning that Lycos would not stand on Voldemort's side..."

His eyes became particularly deep.

"Don't worry, I have other sources of information..."

……

When Lycos walked out of the golden-red firelight, snoring sounds were already heard from the dormitory.

Draco sat by the fireplace with a look of despair, glancing at Crabbe and Goyle's bulging beds from time to time with empty eyes.

"Hey, why aren't you asleep yet?" Lycos took off his coat and threw it into the closet, looking at him in surprise. "Didn't you order Crabbe and Goyle to sleep only after you did?"

"Actually, I had already fallen asleep," Draco said with a complicated expression, "but these two must have scared me. They were snoring especially loudly today and woke me up again..."

"Didn't you wake them up and continue sleeping?" asked Lycos.

"You think I haven't tried?" Draco shouted, jumping up from the fireplace. "I've woken them three times, and this is the third time I've been woken up!"

"I can't stand this torture anymore. Why not give me a quick death... or let me change dorms? I don't want to stay with these two idiots anymore!"

Lycos shook his head noncommittally and changed into his pajamas.

Come to think of it, Draco's words had enlightened him. Shouldn't it be time to put an earplug spell that could block out sounds on the agenda?

The Muffling Charm was invented by Snape and was recorded in the Half-Blood Prince's Advanced Potion-Making... and that old textbook of Snape's was theoretically lying quietly in the cupboard of the sixth-grade Potions classroom.

When Lycos thought of the extremely practical black magic in the book, such as "Invisible Divine Sword" and "Hanging Bell", he felt a little itchy.

If he didn't have an invisibility cloak, he might have rushed out of the dormitory and went to the sixth grade Potions classroom to look for something!

"By the way, where were you just now?" Draco complained for a long time before he remembered to ask about Lycos's recent movements. "You slipped away after the opening party and didn't come back until so late..."

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and an extremely gossipy expression appeared on his face.

"Tell me the truth, did you go on a date?"

"Yes, I'm on a date with Dumbledore," Lycos said casually. "It's going to be exciting in the headmaster's office tonight. Do you want me to introduce you?"

"Tsk, that's boring." Draco sat back down by the fireplace. "What's so interesting about being in the Headmaster's office? It's nothing more than praising you for saving a whole trainload of students and randomly giving Slytherin a few extra points..."

"Then you have no imagination." Lycos said without comment.

Actually, it’s no wonder that Draco would think this way... No one would have thought that Dumbledore, the headmaster and chief wizard of Hogwarts, would actually discuss Voldemort with a little wizard who was just in the second grade.

"I'm going to sleep now. You can go wake Crabbe and Goyle up again," Lycos said casually to Draco. "If you're worried about them snoring, you can just let them go back to sleep in an hour."

After saying that, he no longer cared about anything else and directly pulled the bed curtain.

So much happened today that Lycos was really sleepy.

As for communicating with the Horcrux diary and finding the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potion Making", let's wait until there is an opportunity in the future!

……

Early the next morning, the young wizards sat sparsely under the enchanted ceiling.

The ceiling was the gray of a cloudy day.

Many students were staying in the school infirmary due to injuries or excessive magic power consumption.

The beds in the infirmary became extremely scarce, and it was only then that Professor Flitwick temporarily cast a traceless extension spell in the infirmary and used a duplication spell to create a large number of beds, so that the injured young wizards all had corresponding places.

Even the students who were not injured and did not have their magic power overdrawn seemed to have not recovered from yesterday's disaster. Their eyes were dazed and they could not eat much.

On the long tables of the four colleges were bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herrings, mountains of bread slices, and dishes of eggs and bacon.

Lycos has gradually become accustomed to the British menu and chooses less dark dishes for breakfast.

He didn't have a bad appetite because of yesterday's fierce fire, but he felt a little sorry for missing out on a good show.

According to the original plot, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley came to Hogwarts in England by flying car. Because the car was discovered by Muggles, Mr. Weasley was investigated.

Mrs. Weasley was furious and sent a howler letter directly to Ron.

However, considering that this time, the two Gryffindor scoundrels didn't arrive at Hogwarts in a flying car, there was naturally no question of a Howler...

"Cassandra, what were you thinking at the time?" Lycos finished the last bite of bread, stood up and sat next to the little blonde witch, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you suddenly go to help Potter and the others break Dobby's magic yesterday?"

"Why, are you unhappy that I'm helping others?" Cassandra wiped her mouth elegantly with a handkerchief and curled the corners of her mouth teasingly.

Lycos: “…”

How should he answer this?

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore." Cassandra smiled faintly, seeming to be in a good mood. "I really like flowers and plants. I don't want to see the Whomping Willow being damaged by them."

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Chapter 124 Gilderoy Lockhart

"Is it that simple?" Lycos didn't quite believe it.

Just to prevent the Whomping Willow from being hit by a train, he ran to Platform 9 3/4 to remove Dobby's spell, and almost missed the train?

If this happened to a young Hufflepuff wizard, Lecos wouldn't be surprised at all, but if it happened to Cassandra, Lecos would just think she was crazy...

"I can tell you don't care about plants, so you have this expression." Cassandra glanced at Lycos, straightened her clothes, and stood up from the stool.

"Is this a matter of caring for plants or not?" Lycos's mouth twitched.

He wanted to say something else, but before he could open his mouth, a handsome wizard with golden wavy hair and shiny teeth suddenly stood up and coughed heavily twice.

The handsome wizard almost immediately attracted the attention of all the students present.