Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Although I haven't been to the place where the goblins are hiding for a long time, I haven't found their hiding place; some memories seem vague because I have been a ghost for too long.

However, we did get some information about the rebellious goblins a hundred years ago.

This information can be used as a valuable reference in the subsequent battle against the goblins.

Not only that, Lycos also reached a decision with Dumbledore.

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The next day is Sunday.

Harry Potter had just finished today's Quidditch training. His muscles were sore all over, and he walked up the stairs leading to Gryffindor Tower with heavy steps.

"Wood is so terrible. It feels like he's training you to death." Ron supported Harry as they climbed the stairs step by step. "Fred and George have been the same these days. It feels like they're about to fall apart..."

"But we have to admit that with this level of training intensity, Harry's Quidditch skills have improved rapidly!" Hermione said objectively.

Ron shook his head in disapproval and said, "The only worry is that Harry's Quidditch skills won't reach what Wood wants, and his body will be worn down first..."

At this moment, Harry suddenly stopped.

"...Tear you apart...Tear you apart...Kill you..."

A cold, murderous voice seemed to come from within the walls, lingering in Harry's ears.

Harry looked up in disbelief, looking around.

There was nothing unusual around him, so he thought the sound might not be within his sight, so he staggered against the stone wall again, listening intently, looking around, squinting his eyes as he searched up and down the dimly lit stairwell.

"Harry, why are you...?" Ron looked at Harry's bewildered expression with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't talk yet... I think I heard a strange sound." Harry said.

That cold voice continued to ring out from time to time: "...I'm starving...for a long, long time..."

"Listen!" said Harry urgently. "Can't you hear me?"

Ron and Hermione froze, staring at him blankly.

"…It's time to kill…"

The sound grew fainter, and Harry was sure it was moving, probably upstairs.

He stared at the dark ceiling with a sudden feeling of dread and excitement; how could it possibly be moving upwards? Was it a ghost, something the stone ceiling couldn't hold back?

"This way," he shouted, and broke into a run.

Unfazed by any aches and pains from Quidditch practice, he sprinted up the stairs and into a dimly lit corridor, Ron and Hermione stumbling after him.

"Harry, what are we—" Hermione asked.

"Shh!" Harry put his finger to his lips to signal them to be quiet, and pricked up his ears at the same time.

From a distance, on the upper floor, the voice came again, becoming fainter and fainter: "...Exit from here... I understand..."

Harry's eyelids fluttered.

"It might be about to strike!" he shouted, and, ignoring the confused looks on Ron and Hermione's faces, he took quick steps down the corridor, listening to the thud of his own footsteps.

Harry ran around the third floor of the castle, Ron and Hermione followed breathlessly behind him. The three of them kept going until they turned a corner and came to the last empty corridor.

"Harry, what the hell is going on?" Ron said, wiping the sweat from his face. "Are you having a seizure? I can't hear a thing..."

However, Hermione suddenly gasped and pointed down the corridor.

"Look!"

It was extremely dark here, and a window pane was loose, letting in a sharp, fierce gust of wind that half-extinguished the torch.

Harry and Ron turned around, and the next moment they felt their hearts skip a beat.

A fat ghost was floating in the air. Harry had seen this ghost at Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party. It seemed to be called Grubb, and even in death he was still a foodie.

However, the foodie Grubb is no longer pearly white and transparent, but has become completely black, shrouded in smoke, and lies motionless and suspended six inches above the ground.

His eyes were wide and his face was filled with panic.

Harry huddled over, his breathing quickening, his heart pounding like a small drum in his chest.

He looked around in confusion in the empty corridor and saw a group of spiders fleeing desperately.

"Ah, it's little Potter!"

Just then, Peeves cackled and skipped past Harry, even knocking his glasses askew.

"What is Potter doing? Why is Potter so sneaky..."

Peeves was halfway through a backflip when he suddenly stopped and stared at the black ghost Grubb with his body tilted.

"Oh my God! Potter killed a ghost!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "This is horrible, this is outrageous! Harry Potter could actually kill a ghost!"

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"...

The doors in the corridor were pushed open one after another, and nearby student teachers rushed out.

The scene here became extremely chaotic, with people constantly standing in the body of the ghost Grubb... Even though it turned black, the ghost's ability to be passed through by people did not change.

Even Harry, the person involved, was pushed against the wall by the students.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed little wizard suddenly saw a line of words written on the wall -

"The first target of the Heir to the Chamber of Secrets is a Mudblood ghost as an appetizer..."

These words look exactly the same as the words on the wall yesterday: "The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir, be careful!"

"You say... could there really be a secret room?" The little wizard who first saw the handwriting began to tremble all over.

Before anyone else could respond, the professors rushed over, shouting loudly to maintain order.

Professor McGonagall trotted over and made a loud bang with her wand... Everyone suddenly fell silent as they watched the Deputy Headmistress order everyone back to their classrooms.

"There's nothing to see! Everyone, return to where you belong immediately!"

The crowd slowly dispersed like a receding tide.

In the crowd, Lycos stood quietly in a corner, watching this scene...

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Chapter 151 The Cause of the Ghost Attack

It was Lycos's idea to send out the basilisk, but Dumbledore personally helped in its implementation.

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The day before, midnight.

The candlelight in the underground classroom was dim, emitting a weak glow, as if it would go out at any time, and the entire space was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The surroundings were silent, with only a few pearly white transparent ghosts swaying back and forth.

"I heard some rumors about the Chamber of Secrets were circulating in the castle some time ago?"

Dumbledore walked into the dungeon and went straight to Nearly Headless Nick.

"Oh...good evening, Mr. Headmaster." Nick greeted Dumbledore.

"You mean someone wrote on the wall yesterday?" he asked doubtfully. "Although I'd like to answer, there really wasn't a ghost passing through that corridor yesterday, so no one knows who wrote it..."

"We're not talking about the writing on the wall." Lycos, who was following Dumbledore, interrupted Nick.

Nonsense, how could he not know who wrote on the wall? It was him who wrote it!

Of course, they had other purposes in coming to the underground classroom to look for these ghosts this time.

Lycos considered his words and said to the almost clueless Nick, "When I was taking History of Magic, I noticed that Hermione Granger from Gryffindor asked Professor Binns a question... She asked, what is the Chamber of Secrets?"

"When she asked that question, the handwriting on the wall hadn't appeared yet."

"Later, I went to ask students from other houses a few times and found out that the other three houses had all heard about the rumors about the Chamber of Secrets to some extent. Only the students in Slytherin didn't have any relevant information at all..."

"I want to find the source of this rumor, but it's not easy. I only know that it was spread by some ghosts."

Lycos looked at Nick, who was almost headless, and said in a vague tone:

"Sir Nicholas, you are Gryffindor's most authoritative ghost, and you recently celebrated the 500th anniversary of his death... So I'm wondering if you know anything about these rumors?"

Nick's expression became obviously unnatural. He wanted to avoid Lecos's sharp gaze and turned his head to the side... However, he lost his balance and his head fell off his neck and was hung on his shoulders by a layer of transparent skin.

"Ahem... Sorry, I didn't mean to." Nick quickly straightened his head and explained, "It's my fault, actually. I had a hand in spreading this rumor..."

He held his neck and put his head in a suitable position, then told Dumbledore and Lycos the story -

It turns out that the rumor about the secret room did spread among the ghost community.

"I don't know which ghost started it, but someone claimed to have top-secret information... The heir to the Chamber of Secrets will open the door to a chamber left by Slytherin, release the monster inside, and eliminate those young Muggle-born wizards."

"You also understand that this kind of thing actually has nothing to do with us ghosts. After all, we can't die again, right?"

Nick spread his hands and laughed.

"Although we don't really believe or care about such unreliable rumors, we do find this one quite interesting," he continued. "We ghosts have nothing to do all day anyway, so why not spend some time wandering around Hogwarts Castle?"

"Since the Chamber of Secrets left by Slytherin is inside Hogwarts Castle...if there's even a one in ten thousand chance that the rumor is true, then if we search the entire castle, we'll definitely find Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets!"

At this point, Nearly Headless Nick lowered his head again and shrugged.

"So I propose that the ghosts start a Chamber of Secrets competition. Whoever finds Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets first will get the most delicious meal on my five hundredth death anniversary!"

"During the competition, in order to attract more spectators, some ghosts did intentionally or unintentionally leak information to those young wizards... That's how they learned about the Chamber of Secrets."

After saying this, Nick looked at Dumbledore and Lecos with some guilt.

"Anyway, I shouldn't have proposed holding this competition," he said, "otherwise a little wizard wouldn't have played such a prank and caused such panic among the people..."

"Do you really think it was just a prank?" Lycos asked with some confusion.

He thought the words he wrote with fire were pretty realistic and scary...

"What else?" Nearly Headless Nick asked, "If there really was an heir to the Chamber of Secrets, would he have written a note to warn you before releasing the monster?"

"Uh..." Lycos grinned awkwardly.

His idea at the time was indeed just to confuse the people in Hogwarts, lure out the person who secretly spread the rumor about the Chamber of Secrets, and find out the relationship between that person and Riddle... and by the way, gain Riddle's further trust.

But Lycos did not expect that the source of the news was a ghost.