Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Gradually, the lights in the corridor and on the luggage racks came on. The train swayed, raindrops pounded against the windows, and the wind howled loudly...

"It seems the weather isn't very good." Cedric also followed, walking side by side with Lycos. "This year's first-year students may have a hard time, having to take a boat trip in this weather."

However, Lycos did not answer, but just looked out the window with a serious expression.

He knew very well that this was not just a simple rain...

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Chapter 201 Dementors

This extremely gloomy weather is most likely not caused by simple meteorological reasons.

When a large number of Dementors gather, due to their unique dark power and their own deep color, they will form a phenomenon similar to dark clouds, accompanied by a strong oppressive atmosphere.

But...hadn't Dumbledore already informed the Ministry of Magic about Sirius's situation? Why did the Dementors intercept the Hogwarts Express anyway?

The train was moving slower and slower. The sound of the wheels grew quieter, while the roar of wind and rain outside the window grew louder.

The prefects in the first carriage gradually realized that something was wrong, and Percy took the initiative to walk to the front of the train and asked the driver and conductor what was going on.

"Why are you slowing down? What's happening outside?"

Lecos and Cedric also stopped and stood at the connection between the first and second carriages, looking at the conductor who was walking out from the front of the train.

"Something is blocking our way ahead." The conductor, in uniform, had a serious expression on his face. "But fortunately, unlike last year's Fiendfyre attack, our communications with the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have not been interrupted this time."

"I have already informed Professor McGonagall and Ms. Bones of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of this matter... Of course, I think you should go and calm the students first to prevent any chaos."

"No problem, I'll arrange it." Percy nodded and subconsciously straightened his chest with the chairman's badge.

As he said this, he turned around and faced the many prefects, ready to start giving out tasks.

However, Lycos, who had been watching out the window, had already noticed that the blurry black shadows that filled the sky had now engulfed the entire train...

"It's too late." Lycos said softly.

He pulled Cedric, found two seats nearby, and told him to hold on to the armrests tightly to prevent any accidents from happening if he moved around - such as bumping into something in the dark, or being hit by luggage on the shelf...

Sure enough, the next moment, the train suddenly shook and stopped completely.

There were bangs and bangs coming from the carriage in the distance; it looked like a lot of luggage had fallen from the shelves. Then, all the lights suddenly went out, and all the little wizards were thrown into complete darkness.

"What happened?" There were panicked voices in the carriage.

"Ouch! Hiss..." someone screamed loudly, "Be careful, you stepped on my foot!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." followed by a hurried apology.

"Don't move, stay where you are to prevent a stampede!" the conductor shouted in the first car, "The accident will be over soon, everyone stay calm--"

Fortunately, the first two carriages were mostly filled with senior students, and everyone was generally calm.

With the comfort of the train conductor, everyone finally calmed down.

"Lumos... Hmm, it doesn't seem to be working." Cedric's voice rang out softly from not far away from Lycos. "Something's strange. It seems like the light from my wand's illumination spell has been swallowed up."

In the darkness, he seemed to turn his head and look at Lycos. With the little light left outside the window, he could vaguely see Cedric's bright eyes.

"You said... are we in some unknown danger? I feel like there's a force in the air that's like black magic."

"Well, Dementors," Lycos said simply.

He had no time to care about other people's situations at this time.

At this moment, for the first time in more than two years since he crossed over, Lycos actively activated his brain occlusion technique.

As a natural born Occlumency spellcaster, Lycos naturally sealed his mind, preventing anyone else from prying eyes...but he still felt it wasn't enough.

The Dementors' method of absorbing happiness is different from Legilimency. What they perceive is an emotion, a psychological reaction, which is quite different from the memory in the mind.

In order to prevent his past memories from being accidentally revealed, Lycos put all his energy into Occlumency, keeping his mind blank...

Suddenly, a short, sharp "squeaking" sound came from outside the carriage, and Lycos subconsciously looked out the window.

Cedric stretched out his wand and tapped on the window glass, and the steamed glass instantly became clean.

The two looked out the window at the same time and saw a group of thin, skinny figures wearing black hooded cloaks and gray bodies. They looked like a group of rotting corpses.

"Something is moving around, it doesn't look normal..." Cedric's pupils shrank, "It seems to be a Dementor! How did they appear here?"

"Catch the wanted criminals." Lycos said coldly, "The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of crazy people. They let these dangerous things come into contact with students."

Lexton wiped a cold sweat on the Hogwarts students.

If Voldemort had recovered his strength earlier and won the support of the Dementors earlier, he could have gotten rid of all the troublesome students at the beginning of the third year under the pretext of searching for Sirius.

Fortunately, Voldemort is recuperating in the forests of Albania and won't be able to escape for a while...

At this moment, a chill ran through Lycos' body.

Almost in an instant, he activated the fire shield to protect himself, allowing a circle of black flames to wrap him tightly.

Although the flame was black, it still emitted a faint light in the darkness.

Through this glimmer of light, Lycos saw a monster wearing a cloak, whose height reached the ceiling.

Its face was completely hidden by its turban, and a hand stretched out from its cloak. The hand shone faintly, gray, thin, and scabby, like something that had died and rotted in water...

Then, the thing beneath the hood drew a sharp breath.

The breath was long, slow, and trembling, as if trying to absorb something other than air from the surroundings.

The next moment, Lycos felt as if his breath was about to freeze into ice. This chill seemed to penetrate his skin, chilling his chest and brain...

He tried to clear his mind and push his Occlumency to the limit to prevent his emotions from being sucked away by the Dementors.

"Creak, creak -"

The Dementor made a creepy sound.

Although the voice was extremely creepy, Lecos vaguely sensed a hint of surprise from the Dementor's behavior.

The Dementors had taken nothing from Lykos's mind.

The monster seemed a little skeptical, floating forward until it was almost right in front of Lycos, and then it took another deep breath...

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Chapter 202 The Dementors' Movement

"Well..."

If Dementors could speak, they would probably curse.

It has been two or three hundred years since its birth, and it has never seen such a situation—

For most normal wizards, when they encounter monsters like Dementors that feed on happiness, they often feel uncomfortable. Some, like Harry, may feel depressed, desperate, and even fall into a coma.

There are also times when we encounter very abnormal dark wizards, with Voldemort being the most representative.

Because Dementors can only survive by discerning the emotions of wizards and sucking their happiness, these strange species have chaotic behavior, making it difficult for them to live in harmony with other species and will only hurt others.

However, dark wizards, represented by Voldemort, are sick and twisted, taking pleasure in the fear of others and destroying their happiness.

These perverted dark wizards, because the source of their pleasure is similar to that of Dementors, can better resist the interference of Dementors, and Dementors are often not happy to absorb this kind of morbid happiness.

This is also the main reason why even the most evil Death Eaters in the highest levels of Azkaban, who are under the strictest guard, have never gone completely crazy...

However, at this moment, the Dementor could clearly sense that there was a young wizard in front of him, and intuitively determined that there was an extremely tempting "ingredient" in his brain...

But when it was eating, it seemed to encounter a solid barrier and was unable to absorb any emotional feedback from it.

The Dementors didn't believe in evil and made a series of low "creaking" sounds.

Along with this creepy sound, other Dementors seemed to have heard the call and rushed over from all directions, as if there was a ball of dry paper here, thrown into a piece of dirty ink, sucking in a large number of Dementors.

"What...what's going on?" Cedric, who was sitting next to Lex, said with a hoarse voice.

When facing a Dementor, he was only a little depressed and could barely hold on.

However, now, there are more than dozens of Dementors gathered in the second carriage, and the rest of the Dementors are still gathering in an endless stream, making the pressure here even heavier.

Not only Cedric, but the entire carriage, and even the two adjacent carriages were affected to varying degrees.

The Dementors finally arrived on the Hogwarts Express. In a place with many students and a happy atmosphere, of course they would stick to the principle of "a thief never leaves empty-handed" and would not let any little wizard go.

In the second carriage, the young wizards in each compartment wailed and groaned in pain, as well as the sounds of falling to the ground and pounding the wall with their hands...

Lycos frowned as he looked at the Dementors huddled around him, almost forming a huge ball.

He didn't understand what was so good in his mind that was worth these Dementors coming one after another just to break his brain occlumency spell that he had activated at the maximum intensity.

"Are you alright, Cedric?" Lycos glanced to his side as he tried to steady his Occlumency.

"No... not so good..." Cedric said with difficulty, "There are too many Dementors... haven't the professors arrived yet?"

He still held his wand tightly in his hand, but he was unable to recite any spells... Moreover, even if he could cast a spell, magic other than the Patronus Charm would have no effect on the Dementors.

However, the Patronus Charm is an extremely advanced protective magic, far beyond the level of ordinary wizards. Even many experienced wizards and witches will encounter difficulties when using it.

Cedric, who just entered the fifth grade and had never learned this magic systematically, how could he cast the Patronus Charm?

Not to mention, with the current number of Dementors in the second carriage, the basic, simplified Patronus Charm that sprays silver mist is useless. A formed, semi-concrete animal Patronus is required to expel them.

"You...you weirdos, I'm going to tell my dad..." A crying voice came from another box, "How could there be such a weird thing here..."

Lycos turned his head and saw an open box door not far away. Draco was curled up in the seat, twisting and turning uncomfortably, with tears streaming down his face.

Crabbe and Goyle also looked unwell, their faces pale, but perhaps it was because their brains were too small, so they were not affected as much as the others.

Lycos raised his wand, wanting to try to help Draco and Cedric beside him——

"Expecto Patronum."

He recited the spell from memory, trying to cast a Patronus Charm out of thin air, but nothing happened.

As expected, Lycos is only good at black magic, and there is no way to cheat at positive magic like the Patronus Charm...

Seeing this, Lycos activated the black flames of his fire shield and attacked the group of Dementors.

The indestructible fire shield protection failed rarely.

Dementors are a type of non-human supernatural phenomenon that transcends life and death. They are not born like other creatures, nor do they die due to external forces.