Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Lycos opened the diary and wrote a line on it and asked.

Before he could see Riddle's response, suddenly, a pearly white transparent figure slammed into Lycos.

Lycos was so frightened that he almost threw the diary in his hand away.

"This is the women's restroom, but you're not a girl!"

The transparent figure was a short and fat girl with a face full of acne and a pair of thick glasses on her nose.

This is a ghost.

After seeing the figure clearly, Lycos breathed a sigh of relief.

As a Horcrux, Riddle had not experienced the decades after Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts, and of course he didn't know that this abandoned bathroom had long been occupied by the ghost Myrtle.

Lycos almost forgot that the bathroom was not empty, there was a ghost crying here all day long.

Maybe Riddle himself forgot... This ghost called "Crying Myrtle" was killed by Tom Riddle when he released the basilisk.

And Voldemort's first Horcrux, containing the diary of young Riddle, was also made after killing Myrtle...

"You scared me, Myrtle." Lycos said to the transparent figure in front of him.

"Hey, you know me?" Myrtle tilted her chubby head and looked at Lycos curiously. "But I don't know you... If I really met a guy with a high-class face like you, I would never forget it!"

Lycos paused.

I almost forgot that Myrtle is a nympho and face-obsessed girl who goes to the prefect's bathroom all day to watch handsome guys take a bath.

Thinking of this, Lycos gave a friendly smile.

"Of course you haven't seen me," he said, "because I haven't seen you either. I've only heard of you from other people."

"Someone told me there's a cute, kind ghost in this bathroom, so I came here...and seeing you today didn't disappoint me. You're just as cute as I imagined."

Lycos spoke fluently against his will and felt like a real liar.

"Really? Really? You didn't lie to me?" Myrtle seemed to have never heard such sweet words before. The whole ghost was stunned, and her eyes behind the thick lenses were full of trance.

"But...but that's not what other people say. They call me Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Poor, sniveling, sullen Myrtle!"

So saying, Myrtle began to cry again.

"Wow, I embarrassed myself in front of this handsome guy again. I'm going to commit suicide..."

With a mournful sob, she rose into the air, turned expertly, and plunged headfirst into the toilet bowl, splashing water everywhere.

Lycos waved his wand in time, evaporating the water with a faint black flame, and then walked to the flush toilet.

"So you're... drowning yourself?" He was stunned by Myrtle's actions.

"If only I could drown myself in a flush toilet!" Myrtle's round head popped out of the toilet again, "But every time I do it, I realize I'm already dead!"

So saying, Myrtle began to cry again.

Lycos: “…”

This ghost's mental state is too unstable, and it feels a bit difficult to deal with.

Lycos took a deep breath and decided to use his talent for talking nonsense to try to trick Myrtle into leaving.

"Hmm... why do you feel embarrassed?" He said in a rather gentle tone, "Every move you make is uniquely your own. Don't worry about other people's negative comments, because they don't understand you at all."

"In my opinion, your behavior just now was not shameful at all. On the contrary, it seemed very lively... You should be more confident, really."

Myrtle stopped crying and floated out of the toilet.

"Is everything you said true?" she asked tremblingly.

"Of course." Lycos nodded. "You should explore your own strengths instead of crying in this bathroom."

"If you're willing to listen to my advice, why not go out more often and make more friends with other ghosts... Can't find common topics? That's okay, you can even join them in teasing other little wizards!"

Lycos said cheerfully, "I recommend you go find the Fat Friar; he's a good fellow. Or you could go find Nearly Headless Nick; it seems this year is his 500th death anniversary, and he'd be happy to have another ghost attend the Deathday party."

Myrtle bit her lips in confusion, her transparent body swaying in the air.

"Then... then who do you recommend me to make friends with?" she asked. "I... I'm so bad. I can't make up my mind. Wow..."

"It's okay. As long as you take the first step, things will get better." Lycos chuckled. "Then let's go find Nearly Headless Nick first! He should be on the eighth floor of the main tower."

Actually, it was because Nearly Headless Nick was on the eighth floor, and Myrtle wouldn't be back there for a long time, which made it easier for Lycos to do his work...

But although Lycos thought so in his heart, he did not show it on his face.

"I can tell you a trick—" He was even imparting the secret, "As long as you can accurately call him 'Sir Nicholas', he will be happy to treat you as a friend!"

Hearing that there was a trick, Myrtle finally made up her mind.

"I understand!" She nodded heavily. "Handsome man, you are truly the best person I have ever met in all these years... After you die, I am willing to give you half of my flush toilet!"

This strange remark actually made Myrtle feel a little shy.

She glanced at Lycos again, then resolutely floated towards the ceiling and quickly left the bathroom.

Even though Lycos wanted to chase Myrtle away immediately, he still didn't urge her. He even kept an encouraging smile on his face until she left, and then he finally relaxed his expression.

"Phew...finally left."

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's really not easy to trick a otaku girl out of her home. Fortunately, Lycos has been an undercover agent for so long that his acting skills have been honed... and most of what he said is true. Myrtle is also a poor person, and it's good that she can change.

After doing all this, Lecos finally picked up Riddle's Horcrux diary again.

There were two lines of wet ink on the open pages of the diary.

The first line was what Lycos had just written:

“I’m here, what do I do next?”

As for the second line, it is Riddle's reply:

"I'm going to use Parseltongue to open the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets... You don't speak Parseltongue, so I need you to relax your mind and let me control your body."

Lycos's face suddenly darkened.

Needless to say, this request has touched his bottom line... Lecos will never agree to such conditions!

He took great pains and risked being distrusted by Voldemort to learn protective magic to stabilize his mind and life. Wasn't it because he was afraid of being controlled by the Horcrux?

He almost wrote the words "This is impossible" on the paper.

Lycos's pen had already touched the paper, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly moved.

Wait...is this another test from Riddle?

So Lycos changed his tone and said something different:

"No, I have another way."

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Chapter 136 Secret Room

"Do you have any idea?"

Riddle faltered as he wrote the first letter, looking unconvinced.

"Use the same method you used just now to pull me into the diary," Lycos continued, "face to face, and teach me the Parseltongue phrase for opening the door..."

"Don't worry, I learn foreign languages ​​very quickly."

He knew very well that Parseltongue could be learned. For example, in the original book, Ron once imitated Harry's Parseltongue to open the door of the Chamber of Secrets; although Dumbledore could not speak Parseltongue, he could also understand Parseltongue.

Having studied foreign languages ​​for so many years in his previous life, Lycos wasn't sure if he could completely master Parseltongue, but he was still confident after imitating a few words.

"I'm a natural born Occlumency spellcaster and don't know how to open my mind," Lycos continued. "The quickest way to do that is to teach me the Parseltongue way to open the door."

"Don't hesitate, Myrtle will be back soon."

Lycos was using his natural occlumency as an excuse to prevent Riddle from controlling him and to prevent Riddle from thinking that he was still on guard against him.

Lecos himself didn't know whether natural-born Occlumency casters were so magical... but he knew that Riddle, who was only seventeen years old, had even less idea.

This is a rare talent that only appears once in a century, and no one dares to say that they understand it.

Sure enough, Riddle was silent for a moment, and finally a faint handwriting appeared on the paper -

"it is good."

The next moment, a window appeared on the diary again.

But this time there was no picture in the window, only Riddle's figure standing in the darkness.

……

Parseltongue was unlike any language Lycos had ever come into contact with; it had no patterns at all.

Lycos could only imitate the creepy "hissing" sound exactly.

Following Riddle's guidance, Lycos walked to the side of a copper faucet in the bathroom.

There is a small snake carved there.

"His-"

Lycos said in a low, husky hiss.

Suddenly, the faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the sink also began to move...

Accompanied by bursts of roars, the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that was just big enough for a person to crawl into.

"What are you waiting for?"

Dark ink marks appeared on the diary.

Looking at the bottomless hole, Lycos closed his diary, took a deep breath, and slid down the pipe...

It felt like hurtling down a dark, slimy, endless slide.

Along the way, there are many pipes branching out in all directions, but none of them is as thick as this pipe... From this we can see that Hogwarts's pipeline system is indeed well-connected. No wonder the basilisk can appear from all over the castle in the original book.

The tube where Lycos was located was winding and had a steep slope, going all the way down.

As he continued to slide down, Lycos felt that the pipe had led to a very deep place under the castle, even deeper than the Slytherin common room, and definitely reached the bottom of the Black Lake.