Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Chapter 147 The Background of the Fairy Misebo

"Since Mr. Malfoy wants to go, come with us." Dumbledore glanced at Draco and sighed.

He looked at the black-haired young wizard beside Draco, "Lex, please help take care of him."

Lycos nodded slightly.

Then Fox flapped his wings violently and flew up with them.

He didn't feel anything when the Phoenix was carrying him to Apparition, and he didn't have any personal experience when Fox was flying with the entire train. This was the first time that Lecos was directly carried by the Phoenix to fly.

Lycos soon realized that this was also a kind of innate magic of the Phoenix, which could reduce the weight of those connected to itself by countless times, and then take off with these people or objects that were as light as feathers.

No wonder Lycos felt his whole body become lighter when he touched the phoenix feathers.

Accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, Lycos and his companions were dragged out of the window in the corridor.

The scene was a little funny for a moment. The old man with white beard was sitting on the back of a big golden-red bird, while the two young wizards, Lycos and Draco, were each holding a feather dragged behind the phoenix and were hanging down below, dangling.

Fortunately, thanks to the Phoenix's innate magic, the two young wizards didn't need to exert much strength to hold on, so they didn't fall off the Phoenix...

The cold autumn wind blew Lycos's hair, making his black hair particularly messy.

The cold wind and the warmth of the fire on Fox's body merged into one, giving people a refreshing and refreshing feeling, as if they were driving a convertible in the autumn season...

Lycos looked back at Draco and found that his hairstyle had not changed much. It was still a big backcomb with hairspray, and no matter how much wind blew, it could not be messed up.

If the wind wasn't so strong that he couldn't speak, Lycos really wanted to ask him: Are you really not worried about balding?

The scene before my eyes was also changing rapidly.

It changed from a vast lake to endless fields, then to a village and scattered cities, and finally to towering snow-capped peaks beside the railway.

In the distance, Lycos saw a pearly white, transparent, short figure running quickly towards the south of the snow-capped mountains.

The golden-red flames quickly covered Dumbledore, Lycos, and Draco. Lycos felt his flying speed suddenly stop, and the cold wind disappeared in an instant...

The next moment, the flames dissipated and they appeared together in front of the transparent, short figure.

"Don't run away again, Fairy Miserbo. I need you to cooperate with our investigation."

Dumbledore jumped down from the phoenix, his body so agile that he didn't look like a man over a hundred years old.

The mean-spirited Miserbo's already gloomy expression became even gloomier, and coupled with the whiteness of his body, he looked like a corpse that had been dead for who knows how many years... Or rather, he was indeed a goblin who had been dead for many years.

"They sent me a notice asking me to evacuate Hogwarts early... I obeyed the order, but I also wanted to see how you could capture a ghost."

He gritted his teeth, making a sinister sound.

Miserbo seemed to have no fear, because ghosts have no physical body and are usually not affected by spells.

Similarly, ghosts have little influence on other living people. They can only use their own posthumous warmth to give them a feeling of falling into an icy cave...

Based on this understanding, Miserbo continued to fly forward fearlessly, and even wanted to use his body to pass through Dumbledore in a provocative manner, so that the old headmaster could also experience the feeling of falling into an icy cave.

But Misebo was clearly going to be disappointed.

He was facing the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, Albus Dumbledore, who naturally had his own way of dealing with ghosts.

On the snow-capped mountains nearby, snowflakes were scattered from time to time, covering the place where Lycos and his companions were staying with a layer of white fluff.

The white velvet carpet could not stay for long. It melted on the exposed rocks, leaving thousands of wet marks on the rocks, and then quickly disappeared.

Dumbledore waded through the snow that had melted on the stone, turned his head slightly, and passed the ghost.

Dumbledore took out the wand from his sleeve, tapped it lightly on a falling snowflake, and quietly cast a magic that he had not used for a long time.

The snowflakes turned into countless glass fragments, passing over Dumbledore's shoulders like bullets, passing between Lycos and Draco, and finally hitting the transparent forehead of the dwarf ghost, then turned into steam and dissipated in the air.

The goblin Miserbo had no idea what had just happened. He turned around in surprise and looked at Dumbledore with a frown.

"What makes you think that magic won't affect ghosts?" he said with a smile.

Miserbo saw that Dumbledore was holding a silver lighter in his hand and playing with it gently.

"What did you do?" he demanded sharply.

"After becoming a ghost, you can't feel many things, right?" Dumbledore said softly, "I will help you experience again those things that you can't experience after death..."

Dumbledore flicked the switch of his silver lighter.

Lycos watched the old headmaster's actions and suddenly realized the true function of the lighter - it was Dumbledore's deluminator.

Sure enough, the next moment, all the surrounding light was absorbed by the De-Lighter, and the scene where the few people were located became extremely dim. Only a little light could be vaguely seen shining through the dim space wall.

Outside the space wall, the snow-capped mountains standing calmly beside the long railway are still there, and snowflakes are still floating gently in the air, like pieces of trivial paper scraps.

The mean Miseb suddenly fell from the air and landed heavily on the dim ground.

"what--"

He screamed.

Then, Miseb showed an expression of disbelief.

He hadn't felt anything for who knows how many years since he turned into a ghost, let alone such real pain!

He lowered his head to look at his palms, torso, and legs, and found that they were no longer the transparent pearly white color before, but had become a long-lost entity...

"This...how is this possible?"

"In the magical world, many things you think are impossible are actually possible. There are more than just this kind of magic targeting the soul. It just makes it easier for me to find what I need..."

Dumbledore chuckled and glanced at Lycos nonchalantly.

"The essence of magic is that your thoughts make it happen. When you reach a high enough level, you'll find that oftentimes, spells are no longer just a tool for casting spells... Your thoughts ultimately determine the limits of your spellcasting."

Lecos realized that Dumbledore had impulsively decided to give him an unconventional teaching method.

The essence of magic is... making your wishes come true?

Magic is a kind of idealistic power, just like Harry Potter's mother, Lily Evans. Even though her power was far inferior to Voldemort's, she was able to deflect the Killing Curse directed at Harry with her extremely strong emotions...

Lycos felt that he had understood something, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

At the same time, Dumbledore easily controlled the goblin that had fallen to the ground and tied it in place.

"look at me."

Miserbo subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, but only saw a pair of deep blue eyes.

His consciousness seemed to sink into a boundless ocean, and countless memories emerged before his eyes one after another, some from his life, and some from what he had seen after he became a ghost after his death...

After those superficial memories were drained away, a fairy in armor appeared before his eyes.

Misebo was startled, his nerves subconsciously tensed, and he struggled to turn his eyes to the side, even the whites of his eyes rolling out. Because of the intense mental shock, he kept spitting out balls of white foam...

"Are all of you undercover agents like this?" Dumbledore gave Lycos a teasing look.

"His willpower is quite strong. Even after being dead for so long, when the secrets of the Fairy Alliance were discovered, he quickly remembered how to use Occlumency."

Lycos was startled by Dumbledore. He subconsciously looked around and found that Draco did not follow them into the enclosed space created by the Deluminator, but stayed on the snowy mountain with the phoenix Fawkes.

He was relieved to know that his identity was not exposed to Draco.

"People without willpower wouldn't be chosen as undercover agents," Lycos replied casually. "Otherwise, a few beatings would expose the organization's secrets. Who would dare to use them..."

"Isn't that the same with Professor Snape, because he can keep a secret."

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

While the two were talking, Lycos accidentally glanced at the gloomy face of the mean Miseb.

He suddenly realized that the goblin had forced its face to turn aside to avoid Dumbledore's intimidating gaze, and now its wide-open eyes were facing Lecos.

Lycos suddenly had an idea.

He recalled the feeling of Legilimency he had accidentally used when he looked into Ms. Rosier's eyes in the Black ancestral home. His eyes fixed and stared straight into Miserbo's eyes.

The next moment, he saw some blurry images——

A goblin with a hooked nose, pointed ears and wearing exquisite armor often appears in those pictures.

Finally, those blurry images disappeared, and a scene that was much clearer than before appeared in Lecos's mind... Lecos immediately understood that this should be the clearest scene in Misebo's memory.

"Misebau, you are my most trusted subordinate."

The hook-nosed, armored goblin lay weakly on a chair and spoke in a heavy tone.

"I understand, Lord Lanlock." At this time, Misebo looked very young, and there was no gloomy feeling between his eyebrows.

"So I have a mission for you," the goblin known as Lord Lanlock continued. "Listen, our resistance has failed, but our mission is far from over..."

"I will take a hundred years to accumulate strength. During this period, our alliance will lie dormant to prevent being discovered by the Ministry of Magic in order to preserve the last remaining strength."

"But we can't isolate ourselves from the outside world. I need someone I trust most to stay outside and continuously relay information from the outside world to our safe zone..."

"I am willing to serve you, Lord Lanlock." Miseb said resolutely.

"No, listen to me first." Lanlock raised his hand and interrupted Miserbo's oath. "The wizards are searching very closely right now. If you continue to deliver information under your current identity, you will be discovered sooner or later..."

"But I have a perfect method... If this method requires you to sacrifice your life, are you willing?"

Miseb gritted his teeth, but didn't hesitate much.

"I am willing!"

"Very good, Misebo, I was right about you." Lanlock laughed sinisterly. "In that case, I will tell you the next task..."

"First, I need you to learn the Muggle method of communication called Morse Code before you sacrifice your life."

"Sir, why should we learn such backward things from Muggles?" Misebo was very puzzled.

Like other goblins, he had always looked down on Muggles.

"No, Muggles also have their advantages." Lanlock shook his head and said, "In the absence of magic, the communication method they invented allows for efficient communication... This is exactly what we need after we go dormant."

"After you learn Morse code, I need you to go undercover in Gringotts. Protect your identity and don't have any contact with us to avoid arousing suspicion from the Aurors."

"I've already thought about it. During your time working at Gringotts, you'll need a new persona—one that's money-loving, stingy, and mean!"

"You must make counting money a habit. Whether it's day or night, at work or at rest, you must count money constantly, without letting your fingers stop for a moment. That way, when you're sending Morse code with your fingers, you won't arouse the suspicion of other goblins."

"Finally, after all this is done, we will arrange for two assassins to take you back to our hiding place."

"You must retain a strong wish to transform into a ghost after death... Our organization has just mastered a new technology that can keep your body active for a long time after your death."