Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

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Chapter 138 Temporarily fooled

The air seemed to freeze.

The blurry figure in Riddle's memory faced Lecos silently.

Although he couldn't see his eyes clearly, Lycos knew that he was looking at him coldly.

"How could my future self trust someone like you?" After a long pause, Riddle spoke. "I can see you have your own ideas. You're not the type to live under someone else's roof and take orders."

Lycos remained silent and did not answer.

"I'm not bragging, Lycos, but I've always been able to charm people at will," Riddle said softly. "But you seemed to be extremely wary of me from the beginning, even preparing protective magic specifically to deal with me."

His voice suddenly dropped very low: "I have always suspected that you have guessed my true identity..."

Lycos knew what Riddle meant.

The memories in this diary are actually derived from Horcruxes.

Voldemort's memories before the age of seventeen were hidden in the diary. After fusing part of his torn soul, it was combined with the residual soul to form the memory body with its own thoughts today.

The other Horcruxes were not as special as the diary. At most, they could be used to prepare for impending crises and use some low-level means to protect themselves...

None of them have the wisdom of the Horcrux diary.

Now, Tom Riddle in the Horcrux diary has begun to doubt how much inside information Lycos knows.

Originally, according to Lecos's explanation, he thought that he was just a backup left by Voldemort to purify the wizarding bloodline of Hogwarts.

However, if it was just used as a backup, why did the young wizard prepare a powerful protective spell and never remove the spell whenever he came into contact with the diary?

This thought made Riddle shudder.

The Horcrux is the secret that Voldemort has hidden in the deepest part of his heart, whether decades ago or now. It is the guarantee of his eternal life, and he will never tell it to others, even if that person is the one he trusts the most.

"How much do you know?" Riddle's voice was cold.

"You're overthinking it." After a moment, Lycos suddenly said, "This protective magic was originally taught to me by the Dark Lord. Otherwise, how could it be possible to perfectly restrain you?"

His tone was unusually relaxed, as if he was completely unaware of Riddle's suspicions.

"Don't you understand, Tom? The Dark Lord knows you better than anyone else, so he's wary of you more than anyone else... Using the Chamber of Secrets to distract Dumbledore was our unanimous decision, and it had nothing to do with you."

"The Dark Lord doesn't want our original plan to be ruined because of your recklessness."

Lycos stared closely at Riddle's blurry figure and spoke word by word:

"Don't you see, Tom, it was he who told me to be careful of you."

Before Riddle could react, Lycos put the blame on Voldemort.

He knew very well that he could no longer completely gain Riddle's trust. In that case, he might as well sow discord between the Horcrux and the original body...

"But you are right about one thing," Lycos said, changing the subject. "The Dark Lord once earnestly instructed me not to destroy the diary under any circumstances... so I really can't get rid of you."

Since he wanted to sow discord, he had to put his current position completely on Voldemort's side and stand against the Horcrux Riddle.

Then at least one thing is certain - the Horcrux must not be destroyed by himself, this is Voldemort's basic foundation.

This patch must be applied, otherwise everything I just said will be ineffective.

"But you'd better put yourself in his shoes..." Lycos continued, "If your own actions lead to the Dark Lord's last few trustworthy people falling into Dumbledore's hands..."

"So, what chance does the Dark Lord have of making a comeback?"

Riddle was silent again.

But Riddle also breathed a sigh of relief... At least for now, it seemed that what Lecos said was reasonable, so the fact that he was a Horcrux was not exposed.

Riddle suddenly wondered if he was being too suspicious. How could a second-year wizard know about something as secretive as a Horcrux?

After a long silence, Riddle nodded slowly.

"I understand."

"Very good. Remember to follow my instructions for the next move." Lycos took over Riddle's operations. "We have confirmed the method of entering the Chamber of Secrets and the status of the basilisk. That's all for today."

"Remember, our interests have always been the same... You want to use the Basilisk to purify the magical bloodline of Hogwarts, and I need to use the Basilisk to divert Dumbledore's attention."

"So there's no need for us to stand on opposite sides like we are today."

Lycos knew the principle of giving a sweet reward after a strong blow, so he said, "I promise you... when I learn Parseltongue and a few more spells, and I'm more confident, I'll let you open the door to the Chamber of Secrets."

"In the next period of time, I will learn Parseltongue, and you must continue to teach me the dark magic that you are familiar with..."

"After we have made sufficient preparations, we will consider the next step."

……

Dealing with the Horcrux Tom Riddle was not an easy task. When Lecos returned to the common room, he even felt a little exhausted.

He lazily fell on a sofa, quietly looking at the green lake outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window next to him.

The water plants swayed gently with the current, and fish swam back and forth among them. The sunlight shone through the lake, making the scales on the fish's backs reflect colorful light.

"You seem to be troubled by something?"

The little blonde witch walked over to the armchair opposite Lycos and sat down, staring at him with her emerald eyes.

"Yeah, I'm a little exhausted both physically and mentally." Lycos rubbed his brows with a headache, "Why is it so tiring to scheme against others..."

Sometimes he thought that he might as well just burn the Horcrux diary, so that out of sight, out of mind.

But the memories in the diary are a huge treasure trove, containing a wealth of black magic, as well as extremely complex magical knowledge such as Parseltongue...

At seventeen years old, Tom Riddle was already considered a master of the Dark Arts.

Lycos wanted to quickly improve his magical power and get rid of the control of the Death Eaters, the Witch Party and Dumbledore. It must be said that using the knowledge in the diary was a rare shortcut.

So he was reluctant to let go.

"What's wrong? Are you completing your undercover mission again?" Cassandra asked with interest. "I remember that the problem this year wasn't with the Death Eaters. Could it be...?"

She suddenly narrowed her eyes, looked back and forth at Lycos, and then suddenly lowered her voice:

"Could it be that you took the diary away?"

Lycos was stunned for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

Now that it has been determined that Cassandra is also a so-called "traveler", there will not be much point in concealing it.

Cassandra seemed to know everything. She seemed to have a systematic set of magical experience, so she didn't care about the diary or those messy props. As long as the magic power in her body continued to increase with age, her strength would be able to reach an extremely outstanding level.

But not Lycos.

Before he traveled through time, he had only read books and watched movies, and could only talk about magic on paper. He had never understood magic before coming to the magic world... If he wanted to improve his strength quickly, he had to try every possible means.

"You're playing with fire." Cassandra's willow-like eyebrows knitted together.

She flicked her wand gently, and Lycos felt a sound-blocking spell surrounding the sofa and armchair. The surroundings became quiet, and the noisy chatter of the Slytherin students disappeared.

After doing this, Cassandra looked at Lycos seriously:

"You should know what a Horcrux is. How could you think of targeting it?"

"I have no choice." Lycos shook his head. "Voldemort could come back at any time, and I won't be able to resist him... I feel I must seize every moment and do something."

"But you don't have to cooperate with a Horcrux," Cassandra said. "I don't speak Parseltongue... If you're caught by a Horcrux and taken to the Chamber of Secrets, I won't be able to go down and save you like a savior."

"Don't worry, I know my limits," Lycos said softly, "I can burn it with fire at any time."

At this moment, a pearly white transparent figure floated into the Slytherin common room and headed straight towards Lycos and the others.

Seeing this, Cassandra stopped trying to persuade him and shook her wand imperceptibly, releasing the surrounding soundproofing magic.

When Lycos saw this scene, he pursed his lips slightly.

The little witch seemed to have become more proficient in silent spells. She was only in the second grade, but she seemed to have no upper limit.

"Are you Lecos Hayden?" The ghost floated straight to Lecos and asked in a hoarse voice.

He looked horrible, with glassy eyes, a haggard face, and silver blood stains on his robes.

The outfit was quite eye-catching, and Lycos recognized him at a glance as Slytherin's ghost, the Bloody Baron.

"That's me. What's the matter, Mr. Barrow?" Lycos asked doubtfully.

This ghost is feared by all ghosts and is almost the looming ghost leader of Hogwarts... But he is also taciturn and doesn't like to talk, so it is really a rare thing to let him speak on his own initiative.

"There's a death anniversary party at the end of the month, remember to come."

After saying these concise words, the Bloody Baron turned and floated away, not giving Lycos any chance to ask questions.

Lykos and Kassandra looked at each other.

"Deathday party, is it the anniversary of Nearly Headless Nick's death?" Cassandra asked curiously. "When did you become so close to ghosts?"

"I'm not sure. I've only met him a few times." Lycos shook his head. "But Nearly Headless Nick is probably one of the few ghosts who has some friendship with the Bloody Baron. It's normal for Tobaro to come and pass on a message."

As he said this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Cassandra. "By the way, are you interested in the ghost's death anniversary party? It would be a bit awkward for me to go to a group of ghosts alone."

Lycos didn't intend to refuse.

Because he had just tricked Myrtle into making friends with Nick, who was almost headless, and now he turned around and didn't give Nick face, which seemed a bit wrong...

Cassandra raised the corners of her lips and nodded slightly.

……

The 500th anniversary of Nick's death happens to be on Halloween.

1992 10 Month 31 Day.

It was pouring rain outside the window, the sky was as dark as ink, and bright candles were burning in the castle.

There's already a Halloween atmosphere here. Huge pumpkins are carved into large lanterns, emitting a dim light, and all kinds of scary decorations are hung in every corner of the auditorium.

Dark clouds and bats were spinning on the roof. In the center of the auditorium, a row of scary pumpkin-headed knights were quietly staring at all the participants. The whole castle was filled with a mysterious festive atmosphere.

"Are you sure you want to go with me?" Lycos asked the little blonde witch next to him, "The Halloween party is nice. It's better than going to the ghost's Deathday party and being tortured."

"Halloween dinner is held every year, but the Ghost Deathday Party only happens once." Cassandra seemed unfazed. She took Lycos's hand and walked towards the underground classroom where the ghost party was being held.

Candles were also lit in the aisle leading to the Deathday party.