Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Some young wizards in Gryffindor maliciously speculated that after Snape lost the house cup last year, he secretly added 200 points to Slytherin this year, thereby widening the gap with the other three houses and preventing them from being overtaken again.

As soon as this guess came out, the little wizard of Gryffindor was immediately dissatisfied.

They either protested in Transfiguration class or simply knocked on the door of the Vice-Principal's office to express their opinions to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall had no choice but to make a statement in front of all the students, saying that Slytherin's 200 points were earned by two brave young Slytherin wizards, and they wanted to keep a low profile, so they did not make it public.

The young wizards from the other three academies were immediately deflated.

However, they began to be curious about what kind of student was so low-key that he didn't even want such a great honor as adding 100 points to the college?

In response, Lycos could only shrug silently.

If these students knew that not only did I not want the 100 points, but I didn't even want the special contribution award for the school, I wonder how shocked they would be!

It’s just a pity that Cassandra’s Special Contribution Award was not placed in the trophy display room because she had to keep it a secret with me.

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Chapter 174 The End of the Second School Year

In late spring and early summer, the warm sunshine crept onto the grounds surrounding the castle. The sky, like the lake, turned a light blue tinged with purple, and flowers as big as cabbages bloomed in the greenhouse.

The mandrake is about to mature, and Hermione and the two ghosts attacked by the basilisk will soon be freed from their petrified state.

Not only that, the chaos caused by the invasion of the Slytherin heir and goblins, as well as the damage caused by various spells in the corridor, were restored to their original state in a short period of time.

But now there is an important question...

Lockhart's imprisonment in Azkaban meant that there was a vacancy in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship at Hogwarts.

The question is who will substitute for the class for the next three months.

"Lex, you really don't blame my father for giving the authority of Hogwarts to the goblins?" Draco asked hesitantly on the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, "If he could hold on a few more days, maybe there wouldn't be so much trouble..."

"Just this one thing, you have asked me countless times in the past few days."

Lycos stopped and looked at Draco helplessly.

"I have already submitted a letter of apology to the school board, and your father has not lost his position as a school board member. Doesn't this prove that I don't bear a grudge against Mr. Malfoy?"

"I thought you agreed not to pursue the matter just for my sake." Draco still looked worried.

Draco is having a hard time these days.

Many pure-bloods in Slytherin were aware of the authority of the Hogwarts governor and easily guessed the real reason why the goblins were able to invade the castle. Therefore, the news that Lucius gave the authority to the goblins spread quickly.

Because of his status, Draco was a powerful figure in Slytherin and was always flattered and fawned over by others.

However, after this incident, those pure-blooded young wizards who were slightly inferior to the Malfoy family but coveted the Malfoy family's status began to sneer at Draco.

Among them, Theodore Nott, who was in the same grade, was the most outstanding one.

Draco was also feeling bad because his father, whom he always talked about and admired, could not withstand the threats and inducements of the goblins and did something that was unfair to the wizards.

It was difficult for him to accept this fact.

Fortunately, Crabbe and Goyle, the two idiots, had no reaction to this matter at all. They didn't even know what was happening. They still stood behind Draco on the left and right like two goal gods.

But Draco was still very worried about what Lecos would think. After all, he knew very well that Lecos had even been admitted to the school hospital because of this incident...

"I'm really fine." Lycos could only continue, and changed the subject by the way. "How about your house-elf Dobby? Has your family's attitude towards him improved?"

"If he hadn't discovered the anomaly at Malfoy Manor, perhaps no one would have known that your parents were captured by goblins... So, he is your family's savior."

Draco was silent for a moment, then said uncertainly:

"My parents think this is what a house-elf should do... well, but at my strong request, they also promised not to abuse Dobby like they did before."

"I hope so." Lycos sighed slightly.

In fact, he also wanted to see the scene in the original story where Dobby shouted "Dobby is free!" and finally became an independent and free house-elf.

Because the English word "free" means the same as "free", this sentence is also jokingly called "more than free" by many people.

However, since he chose to bring Lucius into his camp, there was certainly no need for Lycos to go to great lengths to free a house-elf.

Moreover, leaving a familiar elf in the Malfoy family would make it easier to pass messages to and from Lucius, and could also indirectly monitor Lucius's actions.

There is no need for Dobby to be a free elf.

"So you really don't care?" Just as Lecos was thinking about Dobby, Draco couldn't help but ask again.

"...I've told you so many times, I really don't care." Lycos slapped his forehead. "This is unlike you, Draco. When did you become so cautious?"

"I didn't want to do that either." Draco also felt wronged. "It's obviously my father's fault, why do they want to involve me in their hostility?"

"But before, they fawned over you and admired you because of your family, not because of you." Lycos glanced at him. "You can't get rid of these things. Now that you enjoy the conveniences your family brings you, you must be prepared to bear the burdens it brings you."

"You're right..." Draco's shoulders slumped. "I'm exhausted... I don't even want to go to class. Now that Lockhart's been arrested, can I skip this Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"I'm afraid not." Lycos shrugged. "Have you ever thought about it? In the absence of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who would be the most likely substitute?"

Draco blinked, then his shoulders slumped even further.

"Professor Snape… he seems to really want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," he wailed.

Chatting aimlessly, Lycos and Draco, followed by Crabbe and Goyle, walked all the way to the second floor of the castle and arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Most of the little wizards in the classroom were listless.

They were lying on the desks, many of them were Lockhart's former fans.

Although a semester of attending classes had gradually made them see through Lockhart's true level, these fans who only cared about appearances still could not accept the fact that their idol was actually a criminal.

Even some of the most fanatical ones secretly gathered together to discuss whether they could rush to Azkaban to break out the prison and rescue their Professor Lockhart.

However, the ability of this group of people was really limited. They were discovered by Professor McGonagall the next day, and then they were punished by being put in solitary confinement for a month, and magic was used to calm their minds.

This group of fanatical fans gradually calmed down, but they still did not welcome the new substitute teacher.

"When-when-"

The bell for class rang melodiously from the clock tower, and spread throughout the Hogwarts Castle along with the breeze of late spring.

Those listless little wizards were still lying on the table, too lazy to even lift their eyelids, as if they didn't care at all about the next substitute teacher.

Draco was already sitting up straight, because he felt that the professor who would walk into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom next was very likely their dean...

Finally, under the curious gazes of some classmates, a tall and thin wizard strode into the classroom.

"..."

"Wow—"

The classroom first fell into silence, and then the whole classroom was in an uproar. Even the students lying on the desks raised their heads in shock.

An old man with a long white beard and wearing a lavender wizard robe walked up to the podium and looked at the students below with a smile.

"Good morning, classmates." He smiled and waved.

"Good morning, Professor—"

All the young wizards responded together.

Even though it was his first day teaching the class, the "new professor" seemed to have more appeal than all the other professors with decades of teaching experience combined. The students who were originally listless suddenly became excited.

Because this old man is called Albus Dumbledore, he is the pillar of the entire wizarding world and the most respected headmaster of Hogwarts students.

"Fortunately, you all seem quite energetic." Dumbledore said with a smile, "When I first walked in, I saw so many people sleeping on the tables. I almost thought you didn't want to welcome me."

"Professor, why are you here to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" a young Hufflepuff wizard raised his hand and asked.

"That's a good question." Dumbledore nodded with a smile. "In fact, I originally wanted to ask your Professor Snape to substitute for the class, but then I found out that he's been quite busy lately and I'm afraid he won't be able to spare enough time to teach so many classes."

"And if Professor Snape were to substitute, it would conflict with the Potions class, so the Hogwarts schedule would also have to change... That would be too troublesome."

He looked at the young wizards in the audience, whose faces were full of curiosity, and cleared his throat gently.

"So I thought, I'm actually the most suitable professor to substitute for the class, isn't it?" Dumbledore winked playfully. "After all, among all the professors in Hogwarts, I'm the only one who doesn't have classes."

There was a knowing laugh from the audience.

"Also, I need to make a guarantee for myself - you don't have to worry about whether I will teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Dumbledore continued.

"Although I was the Transfiguration professor before becoming Headmaster, I was already the Head of Gryffindor when I became the Transfiguration professor; before becoming Head of Gryffindor, I had always taught Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I hope I can still remember how I taught my students..."

Having said this, Dumbledore began to write on the blackboard with his wand - "What is Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Seeing this, Lycos was no longer curious.

Because he could already foresee that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which had been so poor for who knows how many years, would allow students to learn real things by the end of this semester!

……

The remaining days of the summer term were passed in a blaze of sunshine.

Hogwarts is filled with a happy and learning-loving atmosphere every day, and most of the students who love learning are learning Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This made Professor McGonagall a little indignant... because the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which was almost abandoned, now ignited the interest of countless students because of Dumbledore's teaching, greatly squeezing the completion time of the Transfiguration class homework.

But happy times are always short-lived.

Soon, June arrived and the little wizards had to prepare for the annual final exams.

Dumbledore's substitute teaching career will also end here. After all, as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, the pillar of the wizarding world, and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore has a lot of official business to deal with every day.

He couldn't substitute for the young wizard for a long time. By the next school year, Hogwarts would have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

Even though she was petrified by the basilisk for two months and was only saved by Professor Sprout's mandrake on the eve of the exam, Hermione still managed to get the first place in the grade again through his day and night cramming.

Of course, this is why Cassandra still keeps a low profile and hides her strength.

Lycos asked for Cassandra's notes and memorized some knowledge points, and he did quite well in the exam.

Because Draco was always in a bad mood, his test scores plummeted and he was only slightly better than Crabbe and Goyle... It is worth mentioning that Crabbe and Goyle still miraculously passed the passing line without failing a single course.

In the blink of an eye, the exams were over and the young wizards were about to take the Hogwarts Express back home.

Lycos, Cassandra, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, the five of them occupied a separate compartment - Lycos and Cassandra sat comfortably on one side of the table, while Draco and the two fat guys squeezed on the other side.

However, Draco seemed to be used to it after squeezing with the two of them so many times. He no longer had the disgust, boredom, or breathlessness he had before. He even suggested playing a few games of Gobstones together during the last few hours when he could use magic.

"Who in their right mind plays with Gobstones?"