Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

The other members of the Slytherin team were also very happy. Each of them held a silver broom, and it felt like they were holding a big treasure!

In the distance, shouts came from the Quidditch pitch.

Lycos looked up and found several students in red clothes flying in the sky, seemingly practicing some basic flying skills.

"The Gryffindors are actually here..." Lycos asked, "How did you know?"

"Having been rivals for so many years, I know Gryffindor Captain Oliver Wood all too well!" Marcus Flint said with a sinister smile. "He's got a strong desire to win, and he'll definitely get his teammates up early on weekends."

"But it's all useless. With me as Slytherin's captain, Wood will never be able to turn things around!"

Lycos turned and looked at the tall, muscular senior, with a wide grin, large buck teeth, messy hair, and a wicked glint in his shifty gray eyes.

"So this is why you failed the OWLs and need to repeat fifth grade?" At this moment, Draco suddenly asked curiously.

Flint's expression fell.

Throughout Hogwarts's long history, very few students have failed the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations, unless they are poor students who simply don't listen and have extremely poor talents...

Because of his refusal to repeat a grade, Marcus Flint has become a well-known figure in Hogwarts.

In the distance, the Gryffindor team members seemed to have discovered the Slytherin group. They drove their brooms one by one and landed from the air at a very fast speed.

"Flint! It's our training time!"

Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, rushed to the ground and landed with a dull thud because of his anger.

Both of his legs were numb from the shock, but for the sake of his face and momentum in front of the enemy, he had to pretend to be tough and stepped off the broom with some shakiness.

Harry, Fred and George followed closely behind and fell from the air.

"We got up early and reserved this court!" Wood yelled at Marcus Flint. "Now, please get out of here! You can do whatever you want after we finish training!"

"There's a lot of space here, Wood." Flint seemed to have forgotten that he had been held back and gave a malicious smile.

"But I booked the court!" Wood snapped. "I booked it!"

"Oh, you might want to take a look at this note," said Flint, pulling a piece of parchment from his pocket. "This is a note signed by Professor Snape."

He read in a pretentious tone: "I, Professor S. Snape, grant permission for the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today for their new Seeker."

"You have a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where is it?"

Harry, Fred, and George behind him also leaned over curiously, looking at the members of the Slytherin team.

Lycos and Draco were standing behind the six tall players at this time, and the Gryffindor players had not noticed them for the time being.

Draco calmly adjusted his team uniform, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he took a heavy step forward and walked out from among the tall Slytherin players.

"Hello again, Pot!" he said with a cheerful smile.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" Fred asked with some disgust. "Flint, have your recruitment standards become so low?"

"Draco was selected according to the formal procedures." Flint said seriously, "And you actually mentioned Draco's father, which is interesting..."

He turned around and glanced at the team members behind him and found that they were also smiling happily.

"Very good, then please take a look at the gift that Mr. Malfoy generously gave to the Slytherin team!"

Seven people stood in a row and raised their brooms forward at the same time -

Seven brand new, shiny brooms, with seven lines of beautiful gold lettering "Nimbus 2001" almost blinded the Gryffindor team members in the morning sunlight.

Lycos stood behind them, watching them show off quietly, feeling that these people were really a bit stupid... Why couldn't they use these brooms secretly until the competition and then show them off to deal a fatal blow to the enemy?

Is it so important to show off in front of Gryffindor?

However, the fact is, showing off in front of these sworn enemies of Gryffindor is so important...

"Latest model, came out last month," Flint said nonchalantly, gently brushing a speck of invisible dust off his broom. "I believe it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series."

"As for the old-fashioned Sweep Seven..." He gave Fred and George a malicious grin, each clutching a Sweep Seven V.

"Hey, use them to sweep the floor!"

The huge gap left the Gryffindor team members speechless for a moment.

Draco smiled happily. He hadn't felt so cheerful in a long time when facing his old rival Harry Potter.

However, before the Slytherin team members could continue to be proud, George Weasley suddenly seemed to have discovered something and let out a light exclamation.

"George, what did you find?" Fred asked.

"I think I've spotted someone I know..." George stood on tiptoe, looked over the shoulders of the tall Slytherin players, and saw a young wizard with black hair and dark golden eyes.

"Hayden, why are you hanging out with them?" He called out to the back of the Slytherin team. "Are you joining the Slytherin Quidditch team too?"

Lycos was stunned for a moment. He never expected that even though he hid behind, he would still be discovered by George.

He took another step back and waved his hand.

"I'm just here to join in the fun, you guys continue."

Lycos acted as if it was none of his business, signaling the two groups to continue and not to care about the onlookers.

"Hey, when I saw Hayden, I remembered. Aren't these the brooms that Lycos used to ride?" Fred's eyes suddenly lit up. "On the first day of school, Hayden was flying around the train on a Nimbus 2001. I definitely saw it right!"

"Now that you mention it, I have the impression that Cedric from Hufflepuff also rides this kind of broom?"

George suddenly laughed and looked at Flint provocatively.

"Flint, what are you guys so proud of? You're just riding some second-hand brooms that have been ridden by others!"

Flint looked at his broom in disbelief, and suddenly felt that his brand new flying broom was no longer so good...

"Draco, is what he said true?" He turned around and looked at Draco and asked blankly.

"Yes, is it true... right?" Draco was also a little unsure. "I did lend two to Lecos on the train. As for who Lecos lent them to, I don't know..."

Flint and a group of Slytherin players were even more upset.

For Quidditch players, their broomsticks are like their girlfriends, they cannot be shared easily!

But then someone suddenly tells them that their precious broomstick, which they cherish so much and even want to sleep with, has already been ridden by someone else? And someone is even riding it while chasing the Hogwarts Express, not even afraid of its speed?

Woo woo woo, they are not clean anymore...

"Don't worry, there are only two brooms that have been ridden by others!" Draco said anxiously. "Apart from mine, the four of you are using absolutely first-class flying brooms!"

"So who did you give the second-hand broom to?" Flint asked with a hopeful look on his face.

"I... I can't tell the difference!" Draco said helplessly, "I only rode it once, who could tell..."

The Slytherin team members fell silent.

In that case, everyone's broomstick is probably second-hand...

"Hahahaha... You are still laughing at others, but you didn't realize that your brooms are second-hand!" A sharp laugh sounded in the Quidditch field.

The Slytherin players turned around and saw that a little red-haired wizard had entered the field at some point, accompanied by a little witch with messy hair and buck teeth.

"Ron, Hermione, why are you here?" Harry hurriedly asked.

"We were in the audience, watching you guys not play, wondering what was going on," Ron said, glancing obscurely at the Slytherins. "I didn't expect some annoying guy would come and interrupt your practice."

"I'm the new Seeker of the Slytherin team, Weasley." Draco saw Ron and walked out of the team again, saying complacently.

Among the Slytherin team members present, he was the only one who was not hit by the second-hand broom.

"Just now everyone was admiring the new brooms my father bought for our team... uh, probably new brooms." Draco thought about it, but in the end he didn't dare to say that they were all brand new.

He glanced at Lycos with a hint of grievance.

The problem is, it’s not their fault. Who could have imagined such a special situation on the first day of school... It’s already very difficult to solve the problem with a broom.

"Take it easy, friends." Draco stood on tiptoe and patted his teammates on the shoulders. "At least we are using the latest model of flying brooms, which are much better than the ones in Gryffindor."

"But... maybe the Gryffindor team can get some gold and buy some new brooms too?"

He glanced at the brooms in Fred and George's hands again with a wry look.

"You can sell those Sweep Seven Stars 5 for prize money. I think the museum will offer a price for them."

The Slytherin team members also let go of their worries and burst into laughter.

Regardless of whether it's a brand new flying broom, it's at least better than Gryffindor's Seven-Star Brooms that have been ridden by countless people, right?

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to pay to join," Hermione suddenly stood up and said to Draco sharply, "They got in purely on their own merit!"

Malfoy's smug expression suddenly darkened.

"No one asked you, you stinky little mudblood." He was obviously very angry and used a word that was extremely vicious to Muggle-born wizards in the wizarding world.

The scene immediately exploded.

Flint had to rush in front of Draco to prevent the enraged Fred and George from jumping on him.

"How dare you!" screamed the female members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Ron even reached into his robes and pulled his wand out, shouting, "You're going to pay for this, Malfoy!"

He furiously thrust his wand from under Flint's arm and pointed it at Draco's face.

"Slug-vomiting slug (Slugulus Eructo)!"

A beam of light green light burst out from the tip of Ron's wand and shot towards Draco at a rapid speed.

Draco was trapped in the crowd and had no time to dodge. His eyes widened in horror.

At the critical moment, a magic wand wrapped in black flames appeared in front of the light green beam, and with a leap of flame, it crushed it into a piece of tiny light spots.

"Expulso!"

Following a clear incantation, the crowd gathered together was dispersed by a powerful force, and everyone stumbled and fell onto the grass on the court.

Only Lycos was left standing in the middle of the field, glancing at Ron with a vague glance.

"Nice Slug Charm, Weasley."

In the original story, Ron had a problem with his wand, and the Slug Curse rebounded on him, and he spent the whole morning vomiting slugs in Hagrid's hut...

However, it now seems that because there was no incident of the flying car crashing into the Whomping Willow, there was no problem with Ron's wand, so he was able to use spells normally.

If that's the case, the situation in the original plot where Lockhart cast the Oblivion Curse on himself should not have happened...

Lycos sighed softly.

I didn't expect that by the second year, all the plot lines had been tangled up, and the original plot would no longer have any extra reference value...