Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Lycos decisively refused, "I don't know who designed this game... Every time you lose a point, the winning stone sprays stinky water into the losing side's face... Do you want to turn the train compartment into a stinking ditch?"

"Then what can we play?" Draco asked. "We can't play Quidditch right now, and we can't play Wizard Chess with five people... Maybe we can play Thunderbolt Explosion cards?"

Lycos and Kassandra had absolutely no interest in these games.

Crabbe and Goyle wanted to play with Draco, but Draco thought these two idiots were too stupid and there was no point in playing with them.

As a result, the five people seemed bored along the way.

In this atmosphere, Lycos and Cassandra each took out a book and began reading. Draco followed suit and took out a book, but he couldn't get into it no matter how hard he tried...

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Hogwarts Express gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

"Do you remember what I told you?"

Before crossing the wall of Platform 9 and 3/4, Cassandra suddenly grabbed Lykos' hand and asked.

"Of course I remember." Lycos nodded gently, his heart beating a little faster. "You asked me to go to your house this summer, and then you told me those secrets..."

Cassandra arched her brows and smiled brilliantly, and the sunset seemed to be even brighter.

"Then... contact me then?"

She took out the small notebook they used to communicate and shook it in her hand.

Then, side by side, they passed through the entrance and returned to the Muggle world.

……

Chapter 175 Wanted Order

Outside the window, an owl was flapping its wings and flying around in circles like a headless fly.

Lycos yawned, stood up, opened the old window, and jumped directly from the third floor.

Before landing, a gray mist appeared out of thin air under his feet, creating an inexplicable thrust that slowed down the weight of Lycos' landing.

The confused owl finally found its target, flapped its wings and fell from the sky, threw a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet into Lycos's hand, and then flew away from the small square without looking back.

This is number 12 Grimmauld Place.

The former Black House is now the headquarters of the WICKED Party.

Because of the existence of protective magic such as the Fidelius Charm and the Unplottable Charm, owls could not find this secret place at all...So Lycos, who subscribed to the Daily Prophet, could only jump out of the room every day to get his newspaper.

"Lexus, didn't I tell you not to jump out of the window casually?" At this moment, the window on the first floor was pushed open, and a handsome middle-aged wizard with black hair stuck his head out and shouted.

"Although the possibility of being discovered is low, we still have to be on guard against a Muggle suddenly appearing nearby. If that happens, we will have to use the Oblivion Charm on him."

"Don't worry, Mr. Black! If a Muggle is unlucky enough to see me, I will personally cast the Oblivion Charm on him." Lycos said casually, "I've been studying this magic recently."

Ever since he got Lockhart's Memory Charm notes, he has been studying the Memory Charm.

Although this spell is not black magic and does not overlap with Lecos's completely misplaced skill talent, Lecos cannot learn it after just one look...but the prerequisites for learning the Forgetfulness Spell are not difficult for him.

If you want to master the spell of forgetfulness, you must first be a master of Legilimency. Only in this way can you clearly detect the other person's memory and then make corresponding deletions to the memory.

As a natural-born Occlumency caster, Lycos used Occlumency to learn the opposite of it, Legilimency.

Therefore, Lycos didn't need to make any other preparations to learn the Oblivion Spell. He only needed to practice the spell and casting techniques of the Oblivion Spell, and he would be able to cast a good spell...

He was just waiting for a Muggle to see him by chance so that he could put it into practice!

"Are you sure your Oblivion Charm is reliable?" Regulus asked a little worriedly.

"Of course, I learned it from Professor Lockhart, who was imprisoned in Azkaban a while ago." Lycos chuckled. "Although Professor Lockhart is a complete idiot in other aspects, he is truly a genius when it comes to the Memory Charm."

"Okay, it's up to you." Regulus didn't ask any more questions and closed the old window.

Lycos shrugged, picked up today's edition of the Daily Prophet, and a mist formed under his feet, carrying him back to the open window on the third floor.

Ever since getting Dumbledore's guarantee and recognizing Mr. Barebone, the current leader of the Wiccan Party, Lecos is no longer as resistant to the Wiccan Party as before.

After all, he destroyed Voldemort's two Horcruxes in just one school year, which was completely over-fulfillment of the task. The wizards of the Witch Party had no reason to make things difficult for him.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place is both safe and comfortable.

In addition, Regulus is not dead, and the portrait of Sirius's biological mother, Walburga Black, who is noisy in the original plot, is not as annoying as in the original novel.

Walburga would even sometimes greet Lycos kindly as he passed the portrait.

The old Black house is indeed a nice place to relax.

Besides, if Lycos chose to stay in the Muggle world, he would not be able to practice magic casually; and the money he had "earned" from the Albanian traveling merchants had not been expanded, so renting a house in Diagon Alley was a bit too luxurious.

The Black Mansion, with its empty rooms specifically for practicing magic and even equipped with various practical equipment, really suits Lex's taste...

Lycos took the newspaper and returned to the room he had been assigned to not long ago. He used the water-making spell and the fire-making spell to make a cup of hot tea.

Before the tea was ready, he spread out today's Daily Prophet on the table and began to read the latest news -

Nothing major has happened in the past few days, but the news on the front page is a lottery winning news. Of course, it is also possible that the Daily Prophet printed the lottery winning news on the front page in order to promote its own benefits.

The title is in big bold letters——

"A big prize for a Ministry of Magic employee!"

Below the title is a black and white photo of the event, and below the photo is the main text of the news:

"Arthur Weasley, Director of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department at the Ministry of Magic, has won the Daily Prophet's annual award – the Gold Galleon Award! A whopping total of 700 Galleons!"

"'We will use the money to travel to Egypt during the summer holidays,' an elated Mr Weasley told the Daily Prophet. 'Our eldest son, Bill, is working as a spellbreaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank in Egypt.' The Weasleys will stay in Egypt for a month and return before the start of term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where five of their children currently attend."

After reading the main text, Lycos glanced at the black-and-white photo of the event above it.

He saw nine Weasleys standing in front of the pyramid, all waving vigorously to the readers outside the newspapers -

Mrs. Weasley is slightly plump and short, while the bald Mr. Weasley is very tall. Their six sons and one daughter all have fiery red hair, which can be vaguely seen even in black and white photos.

Suddenly, Lycos's eyes moved.

He saw Harry's good friend, Ron Weasley, standing in the middle of the black and white photo, tall and thin, with a big smile on his face... He had a pet mouse on his shoulder, and his arm was around his sister Ginny.

"I actually forgot about this..." Lycos thought as he leaned closer to the newspaper and began to carefully observe the mouse on Ron's shoulder. "I remember this mouse's name was... Scabbers?"

He thought for a moment, took out his wand, and cast two spells in succession:

“Clear water like a spring (Aguamenti).”

"Immobulus."

First, there was a water-creating spell, and a column of water gushed out from the tip of the wand; followed by a freezing spell, which froze the water column.

Then, an icicle appeared in front of Lycos.

Then he chanted another spell:

"Protego Diabolica (Fire Shield)."

The black flames spread to the icicles, quickly melting large pieces of ice into water, which evaporated in an instant.

In the end, the icicle is left with a round ice block with a bulge in the middle and flat sides.

"Perfect!" Lycos was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

His ability to control fire became better and better, and he could even melt ice into a magnifying glass with such precision!

However, this approach has its drawbacks... If Grindelwald's fanatical followers learned that Lykos had used Grindelwald's signature magic to create a magnifying glass, there would probably be a massive protest...

However, Lycos was alone in the room at the time, so he didn't have to worry about this situation.

He picked up the two sides of the ice cube and placed them on the black and white photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet. The people in the photo were magnified several times, and the rat spots on Ron's shoulders were clearly visible under the magnifying glass.

But I don’t know if it was Lecos’s behavior that scared Banban, it hid behind Ron’s neck.

Lycos was not in a hurry. He cast a levitation spell on the magnifying glass made of ice, then freed his cold hands, his eyes still fixed on the photo.

Because he knew that the effect of this mass-produced magic photo was even worse than the Muggle photo that gained the ability to move after sprinkling magic potions. It was almost like a short video that was repeated over and over again.

Sure enough, within ten seconds, the rat Scabbers crawled out from behind Ron's neck again.

Lycos's eyes narrowed, and he took the opportunity to see the image of the mouse - dirty skin, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and that claw...

"One, two, three..." Lycos counted and found only three fingers on the mouse's right paw.

If it were a normal mouse, it would have four fingers on its front paws, but this one only had three... But it was most likely not a mutation, because its left paw had four fingers.

Lycos nodded in understanding.

"I found you, Peter Pettigrew..." he whispered. "Now that this photo has appeared, is Sirius Black about to escape from Azkaban?"

Thinking of this, Lycos fell into deep thought.

How should he treat this good man who was wrongly accused?

Furthermore, Regulus Black didn't die in the cave where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes, as in the novel, but instead inherited the Black family home... What would Sirius think when he found out about this? Would there be a conflict between the two?

……

Before dawn the next day, Lycos was awakened by a heavy knock on the door.

"Hurry up and get up, everyone in the Witch Party needs to go to the conference room for a meeting!" Regulus' voice came from outside the door.

"What happened?" Lycos asked.

He had actually guessed that Sirius Black should have escaped from Azkaban by about this time, but he couldn't show it for fear of arousing suspicion.

"Don't ask so many questions for now. Hurry up and reach the meeting room within two minutes," said Regulus.

After he finished speaking, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door again, and it seemed that they were going to notify other people.

Lycos changed out of his pajamas, put on a random set of clothes, and walked out of the room. He walked through the narrow stairs and corridors, went to the basement, and came to a specially cleaned meeting room.

At this time, there were already several wizards sitting in the conference room. They all looked very old... their hair was gray and their skin was covered with wrinkles.

At the front of the conference table was a Mr. Bareben, who had brown and silver hair, a dull expression, a hunched back, and a few stubborn bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't slept well.

When Lycos saw him, he almost asked a question about the black phoenix feather.

Fortunately, he suddenly remembered what Dumbledore said, that Mr. Barebone was trustworthy... If Mr. Barebone was trustworthy, then it would not be appropriate for other colleagues in the Wizarding Party to know about Mr. Barebone's situation at Hogwarts.

Lycos continued to turn his gaze to other people——

Sitting opposite Mr. Barebon was a serious-looking witch with her lips tightly pursed. When she saw Lycos coming down the stairs, she simply turned her head and nodded her chin slightly, and then said no more.

Lycos was acquainted with this witch who seemed difficult to talk to. Everyone called her Ms. Rosier.