Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

They soon arrived at Lockhart's office.

As soon as he returned to his office, Lockhart began to rummage through his drawers and hurriedly packed up his things.

Then, all kinds of friction and collision sounds, as well as Lockhart's anxious footsteps, were heard in the office.

Before long, his office was almost empty.

Two large suitcases lay open on the floor, and clothes of various colors, emerald green, lavender, and dark blue, were piled haphazardly in one of the suitcases.

Many of Lockhart's own books were piled in a mess in another trunk, and the pictures that had been on the wall were stuffed into the cardboard box on the desk.

However, compared to the hurried Lockhart, Lecos relaxed after returning indoors.

He leaned back on the sofa, glanced at the flustered Lockhart, and said jokingly:

"Are you planning to run away?"

Lockhart paused for a moment as he packed his luggage.

"Oh... never mind." Lockhart sighed and stood up from the ground. "You are the only student who truly enjoys my class. I don't want to hide it from you..."

"Yes, I'm going to run away." He said as if he had given up on himself.

"You should have thought this day would come before you wrote those best-selling books and earned yourself the false reputation of a master of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lycos said casually.

"Yeah, yeah... I should have thought of that," Lockhart muttered. "But I thought I could get away with it. Even if people discovered my true identity and looked down on me, as long as I had a fan base, I could still make a lot of Galleons."

At this point, Lockhart glanced at Lycos in surprise: "You don't seem surprised at all?"

"Yeah." Lycos nodded. "Books can be deceiving... I read your books as novels, which makes them kind of interesting."

"Well, you're quite clever." Lockhart straightened up and sat down on the other end of the sofa. "But I don't want this to happen... If people don't think I did all that, the book won't sell very well!"

"Readers won't want to read about the exploits of an ugly old American wizard, even though he saved a village from werewolves. Putting his picture on the cover wouldn't be too ugly. He has absolutely no taste in clothes..."

Lockhart defended himself confidently.

"And that witch who expelled the Wanlun ghost, she had a cleft lip! I mean, think about it..."

"I'm not interested in your excuses," Lycos interrupted him. "Taking credit for someone else's deeds is something you can't justify no matter how you try to justify it."

"Yes, I understand." Lockhart looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling and said faintly, "So what I can do is to make everyone who knows about this forget it..."

He pulled a small notebook filled with notes from his pocket and threw it into Lycos's hands.

"If there's one thing I'm proud of, it's my Memory Charm," Lockhart said. "Lex, you're my most proud student, but this spell may be the only one I can teach you."

"I'm reluctant to attack you... but I have to, or my reputation will be ruined."

He turned his head and looked at Lycos at the other end of the sofa.

"Don't worry, my forgetfulness spell is always very accurate and will not have any impact on your daily life in the future."

Having said this, Lockhart raised the wand in his other hand -

"Obliviate."

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Chapter 164 Major Crisis

Lycos turned his head and saw a bright light burst from the tip of Lockhart's wand.

Whether in terms of power, brightness, or flying speed, it is no less than the top wizards... Just speaking of this spell, he is indeed qualified to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Unfortunately, the Oblivion Spell is not an offensive spell by nature, so its power is naturally weaker.

The reason why Lockhart was able to successfully tamper with the memories of many outstanding adventurers with the Oblivion Charm was simply because he first gained the trust of those wizards with his eloquence and appearance, and then launched a sneak attack.

When attacking head-on with the Oblivion Charm, even if Lockhart used the Oblivion Charm brilliantly, he ultimately forgot all his dueling skills...

In Lycos's opinion, there are many loopholes!

"Expulso!" He suddenly raised his wand and hit the ground in front of him with the Expulso spell.

With a loud bang, the sofa moved back two feet, just out of the range of Lockhart's Oblivion Charm.

Then, while Lockhart was still not able to react, Lycos quickly cast the next spell -

"Flippendo!"

Under the effect of the repulsive spell, Lockhart seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, slamming heavily against the wall behind him, then slid down limply and fell into the open suitcase placed against the wall.

A pile of colorful clothes covered Lockhart, burying more than half of his body.

Lycos stood up from the sofa, walked leisurely to Lockhart's suitcase, picked up his dropped wand, and turned it casually in his palm.

"Professor Lockhart, aren't you really curious?" He lowered his head to look at Lockhart in the suitcase and asked with a chuckle, "Why would Professor Snape let me, a second-year student, watch over you? No matter how weak you are, you are still an adult wizard."

Lockhart lifted one of his pink sleeves from his face and looked at Lycos with an expression of great shock.

"Lexus...you, you..."

He didn't say anything for a long time, but the shock in his eyes gradually turned into flattery and pleading.

"But I really can't do anything. I can only run away... I will only hold you back if I stay in Hogwarts." Lockhart looked at Lecos with hope. "Lecos, you are my best student. There should still be some feelings between us, right?"

"Oh, by the way, I've also taught you the only magic I'm proud of in my life... For the sake of my forgetfulness spell study notes, please spare my life, please!"

Lycos frowned.

Lockhart is a big star after all, but he is so shameless... Even though he was mentally prepared, Lecos still found it a little funny.

"You mean this?" Lycos picked up the notebook filled with notes and tossed it gently in his hand. "It's indeed a good gift. For its sake, I might consider letting you go."

Lockhart gave a look of deep gratitude.

"but……"

The turn in Lycos's words made Lockhart's heart jump again.

"But I don't have the final say on your crimes. When Dumbledore returns, he will naturally decide where to send you." Lycos said softly, "I think you will most likely go to Azkaban..."

"Of course, if you're injured protecting Hogwarts, you might end up at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries... It's the only way to avoid going to Azkaban!"

"Oh, no..." Lockhart covered his face and fell into the pile of clothes in the suitcase. "Whether I go to Azkaban or protect Hogwarts, I will die!"

He began to mutter nervously to himself: "There must be another way... There must be another..."

Just as Lycos was about to say something else, he heard a hurried knock on the door outside the office.

His eyes suddenly focused.

"Who?" Lycos asked very carefully, holding his wand tightly.

"Open the door quickly and get out of here!" Cassandra's anxious voice came from outside the door. "You are in danger!"

"what happens?"

Lycos opened the door and saw that the little blonde witch had lost her usual cool and calm demeanor, her green eyes filled with anxiety.

"Hayden, go quickly, that monster is looking for you!" Just then, another voice came from behind Cassandra.

Lycos looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little wizard wearing round-frame glasses. Next to him was a little wizard with red hair. They were Harry Potter and his best friend Ron Weasley.

"How did you get together?" Lycos asked in surprise.

"Because in this situation, even the common room is unsafe... because there are all kinds of pipes in the common room as well," Cassandra said quickly. "Only by staying close to the Parseltongue can we accurately determine the location of the Basilisk!"

"How did you know I was a Parseltongue before I even had a chance to ask?" Harry asked.

"Is this the time to ask questions, Harry?" Ron interrupted him by patting Harry's shoulder impatiently. "The most important thing now is to get out of here. That monster will be here soon!"

Lycos's expression became more serious, and he looked at Ron inquiringly.

"Well," Ron explained quickly, "Harry just heard a voice through the wall: 'Find Lecus Hayden and tear him apart...' We followed the voice, wondering what it meant, when Wally came looking for us."

"Yes, Volley seemed to know that I was a Parseltongue. After hearing my description, she immediately brought us here." Harry took over the conversation. "She told us what we were facing and said you were in danger!"

Lykos looked at Kassandra and saw her nod.

"I understand. Riddle is coming for me." Lycos said solemnly, "In that case, if we want to avoid the basilisk's attack, we must leave Hogwarts and go to a place where it can't reach..."

His brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of corresponding countermeasures.

"Got it!" After a moment, Lycos' eyes suddenly lit up, "Let's get on our brooms and fly to the sky!"

In fact, he could have flown directly without relying on a broom.

But Harry, Ron and Cassandra couldn't fly, and Lycos wouldn't abandon these people who put themselves in danger to help him and escape alone.

"Did you bring a broom?" Lycos looked at Harry.

"Who would think of bringing a broom at a time like this?" Harry shook his head. "But I know where the broom storage room for flying lessons is. It's in the corridor behind the Astronomy Tower, not far from here."

"Okay, let's go now!" Lecos nodded heavily and rushed out of Lockhart's office first.

"Hey, what am I going to do if you leave?" Lockhart shouted helplessly from behind. "I can't handle that monster!"

"That monster's hatred is mine," Lycos shouted casually, not stopping at all. "As long as you close the door and don't come out to seek death, you can save your life!"

Sure enough, when Lockhart heard this, he immediately closed the office door and locked it tightly.

Lycos and his three companions didn't bother to see what Lockhart was doing. They quickly rushed to the stone bridge connecting the main tower and the astronomy tower, and ran down the spiral staircase on the side of the astronomy tower.

Until you go down to the first floor, you will see a green lawn and a huge fountain in the middle of the lawn.

"It's right here." Harry took the lead and led the others to the storage room for flying lessons.

However, just a few seconds after he finished speaking, Harry's steps suddenly stopped, and his neck, temples, forehead, and back were gradually soaked with cold sweat.

"He's coming..." Harry said in a very low voice, "right in front of us."

Following Harry's reminder, Lycos also heard bursts of horrible hissing sounds and the creepy sound of scales rubbing against the pipes...

Lycos used his shallow Parseltongue to carefully distinguish and could hear several specific meanings -

"Found him... Kill him... Don't let him get away..."

At the same time, Cassandra also reacted very quickly—

"Nebulus."

As her clear voice rang out, a cloud of mist rose from the lawn behind the astronomy tower.

The mist lingered in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire lawn, casting a layer of white gauze over the castle, which kept drifting...