Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"If you want, I can take you there... You don't have to read what I wrote. I can take you into my memory, into the night of the Good Luck Fountain performance."

Lycos frowned slowly.

He really needed to look at the situation back then, perhaps he could find Voldemort's weakness from his behavior when he was younger.

However, just in case, he still carefully cast a protective spell on himself, then picked up the quill and wrote on the page of the diary:

"Ok."

The next moment, the diary seemed to be blown up by a strong wind, and the pages flipped through, stopping at a page with a date recorded on it.

In the diary, the small square marked December 15th suddenly turned into a miniature TV screen.

Lycos bent down slightly and stared at the small window carefully... Then, he seemed to lean forward and fall into the window.

The window kept getting bigger, and Lycos felt his body leave the Room of Requirement and fall headfirst into the gap in the page, into a world of dancing, swirling colors and light.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt his feet land on solid ground, and the blurry scene around him suddenly became clear.

He knew where he was in an instant.

Four long tables were decorated with golden plates and cutlery. Thousands of glittering candles floated in the air. The ceiling was like a sheet of deep blue velvet, dotted with countless stars from the night sky...

This is the Hogwarts Great Hall, and it looks no different from what it would have looked like decades later.

The only difference is that the person sitting in the main seat of the professor's chair is no longer the white-haired and white-bearded Dumbledore, but a capable old man with gray hair.

Lycos was extremely surprised to see that Dumbledore, whose hair and beard were still reddish-brown, was sitting next to the old man. Compared to the kind and gentle appearance he had in old age, his blue eyes seemed particularly sharp.

In the auditorium, a stage rose from the middle of the long table, accompanied by a clear announcement:

"Next, let us enjoy the pantomime brought to us by Professor Herbert Beery and his drama club—"

""Fountain of Good Luck"!"

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Chapter 134 Tom Riddle's Past

Lycos stood in the hall, looking at the Hogwarts Hall, which had not yet completely quieted down after the announcement.

Here, no one noticed Lycos's presence.

A young wizard walked through the corridor between the long tables and passed directly through Lycos' body without encountering any obstruction, and his steps did not stop at all...

Lycos is like a transparent bystander, not attracting the slightest attention.

So, he quickly scanned the hall and soon found a young black-haired wizard near the Slytherin table.

It's easy to identify because the little wizard looks very similar to Lycos.

Same black hair, same handsomeness, and a gentle and kind smile...but no one knows what kind of insidiousness is hidden in his kindness.

The young Tom Riddle seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old. He must have just arrived at Hogwarts and had not yet fully integrated into this magic school.

At this moment, he seemed to be hesitant, not knowing whether he should sit down at the long table.

However, before he could even sit down, some Slytherin students spotted him first...

"Hey! Look who's here?" A curly-haired boy laughed. "Who asked you to come here, Riddle, you little mudblood from a Muggle orphanage? This is a seat for the noble pure-bloods!"

"Did you know? Slytherin doesn't take in trash!" Another thick-lipped boy laughed and took over the conversation, "The Sorting Hat must have gotten senile and thrown dirty trash like you in here."

Riddle's fists clenched unconsciously, his long fingers turning white.

"What? You're not convinced?" the first boy sneered. "Listen, you're not welcome at this party!"

"We've been invited by Professor Slughorn to sit in the front row and enjoy the show up close anytime. What about you?" The thick-lipped boy raised his arm and pointed at Riddle with his two little fingers. "Go back to your Muggle orphanage!"

Professor Slughorn, as the boys call him, is an interesting middle-aged wizard with a round bald head, a walrus-like beard and a big belly.

He likes to interact with celebrities, successful people, and important people, and he really enjoys the feeling of being able to influence these people...so he also likes to discover young wizards with outstanding potential, hoping to gain their respect in the future.

It seems that the current Tom Riddle has not yet demonstrated his outstanding magical talent and has not been discovered by Professor Slughorn, so he has been neglected in various ways.

The two boys, who looked like they came from well-off families, laughed and walked to the front row arm in arm.

They were immediately greeted cordially by Professor Slughorn and seated in the front row VIP seats that Professor Beery had reserved for viewing the show.

The curly-haired boy didn't forget to look back and mouthed an unpleasant word to Riddle in the distance -

"waste."

Riddle said nothing, sitting silently in the corner of the long table, but a dark red light seemed to flash in his eyes...

The "Good Luck Fountain" on the stage is still being performed in an orderly manner.

Professor Herbert Beery put a lot of effort into training the actors, and the acting skills of the actors were quite good, making this play particularly exciting.

Legend has it that there is a fountain that can bring good luck to others.

On the longest day of each year, there is one and only one unfortunate person who has the opportunity to come to the Fountain of Good Luck before sunset. Bathing in the spring water will bring him permanent good luck.

In the story, three witches and a knight went through many tests and finally arrived at the Fountain of Good Luck.

But when they arrived, the four people who had shared hardships realized their own hearts and no longer needed the help of the Fountain of Good Luck. In the end, the three witches helped the knight obtain the blessing of the Fountain of Good Luck.

The four people lived happily for a long time, but none of them knew or doubted that in fact, the water of the Good Luck Fountain had no magic at all...

This is a very common fable, telling us that everyone has misfortunes, but as long as we work hard to pursue happiness, we will eventually find our own "fountain of good luck".

When Lycos turned his gaze away from Tom Riddle and looked back at the stage in front of the hall, the play was already halfway through -

On the stage, three witches and the poor knight walked into a magical garden.

However, a huge white earthworm was coiled at the foot of the hill, blind and bloated.

As the four actors approached, it turned its dirty face towards them and said:

"Prove me your pain."

Lycos saw that the words spoken by the "earthworm" were dubbed by Professor Kettleburn on the side of the stage.

This huge "earthworm" had a thin body, a grayish-white color, and red light flashed in its eyes... It was indeed a fire-ash snake. Lycos had used this creature to get close to Hagrid, and he remembered it very clearly.

His expression changed and he turned his head sharply to look at the corner of the Slytherin table.

Tom Riddle stood up at some point and walked to a place not too far from the stage.

"Hiss..."

An eerie sound, as if coming from far away, echoed in the auditorium.

To other wizards, this sound was almost unnoticeable, and even if they heard it, they would think it was just a strange breath.

However, to the Fire Ash Snake, it sounded like an irresistible order!

This enormous fire ash snake, which had been cast with an expansion spell by Professor Kettleburn, rushed uncontrollably to the bottom of the stage and crawled towards where a group of Slytherin junior wizards were gathered.

Lycos saw clearly that the two little wizards who had just laughed at Riddle were sitting in the front row talking loudly, confidently telling others that this was part of the performance, pretending to know a lot...

There was another inconspicuous hissing sound.

After hearing this strange sound, the red light in the fire ash snake's eyes immediately fluctuated.

Then, its entire body suddenly exploded, turning into a blazing flame that illuminated the entire auditorium!

……

The image slowly faded, and Lycos saw flames explode, engulfing the two Slytherin wizards who had mocked Riddle.

"You knew you were a Parseltongue?" he asked quietly.

Beside Lycos, a figure slowly emerged.

He had black hair, a slender figure, and an exceptionally handsome face, like Lycos who had grown up several years.

That was the seventeen-year-old Tom Riddle who had always remained in the diary.

"Yes, I knew I could talk to snakes even when I was in the Wu Orphanage."

Riddle chuckled, carefully studying Lycos beside him.

"I now believe that you can gain the Dark Lord's trust..."

"Because there are some strange similarities between us. It's really strange...Lexus Hayden, we are both half-blood, both orphans, and we even look about 60% alike."

Lycos frowned slightly.

In fact, it was precisely because of these coincidences that Riddle mentioned, coupled with the fact that he was a natural-born Occlumency caster, that the Witch Party finally decided to send him to Voldemort as an undercover agent...

"Yes, I didn't lie to you." Lycos said softly, "I am now the only trustworthy person around the Dark Lord..."

"Well, we've built some trust now. So can you tell me...why you were bullied by the purebloods during school, but now you have to help the purebloods get rid of the mudbloods?"

Lycos turned his head and looked at the handsome face that was about 60% similar to his own.

"Bullying?" Riddle glanced at Lycos and sneered, "They're not even worthy enough to bully me. I can retaliate against them with just a single move! It all depends on whether I want to or not."

He waved his hand casually, and another picture appeared in front of Lycos -

It was still the boy with curly hair. He was sitting on the ground and crawling backwards in panic.

"You...don't come over here, I will tell the professor!" he said in a stern voice.

"You can tell me what you want," said Riddle, who was about eleven or twelve years old, standing on a green carpet with a cold smile on his face. "Thanks to the characteristics of these fire ash snakes, I will let them crawl into the fireplace on their own... The professors won't find anything."

Lycos then realized that Riddle was standing in the Slytherin dormitory.

Behind him was a large group of grayish-white, slender fire ash snakes. There was a red light burning in the eyes of each fire ash snake, and it seemed that they would rush forward at any time to burn together with the curly-haired boy.

"You just have some unorthodox skills in controlling snakes. I will go find the class monitor and he will help me teach you a lesson!" The boy still refused to give in.

Then, Riddle's lips curled up into a cruel smile.

"Yes, those prefects may be able to teach me a lesson because of their age," he said softly, "but don't forget... I can teach you a lesson at any time when they can't see me."

"Can you believe it? I'm far more cruel than you can imagine!"

The picture freezes on the terrified eyes of the curly-haired boy.

Then, before Lycos could react, the situation in front of him changed again -

In this picture, Tom Riddle has aged significantly.

Although he was younger than the seventeen-year-old Riddle he had just met, he also began to show a mature style. His face and figure had gradually grown up, and he looked to be about fifteen years old.