Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

However, such an extremely dangerous guy actually asked Lycos to go to his office at night?

Lycos felt very bad.

He sat down at the end of the Slytherin table with a confused mind, greeted a few senior students from the same house with a stiff smile, and then stared at the empty plate in front of him in a daze, seeming out of place with the noisy atmosphere in the hall.

Lycos realized that this time of crossing was not that simple, and it was not something that could be easily resolved by simply staying away from the three saviors...

"I heard that the guy who delayed us for ten minutes is sitting here?"

Just as he was in a daze, Lycos suddenly heard a slow, drawn-out voice coming to his ears.

He turned his head and saw a pale boy with light blond hair.

Even though the boy was standing aside and looking down at Lycos sitting in his seat, his chin was still raised and his gray eyes had to roll down hard to see Lycos.

For this, he even rolled out most of his eyes, which made him look a little funny.

Not only that, there were two huge fat guys standing on the boy's left and right.

Before seeing these two fat kids, Lycos couldn't believe that an eleven-year-old could be so fat.

Lecos almost immediately came to the conclusion that the three little wizards, one thin and two fat, were Draco Malfoy and his two followers.

"Is there any problem?" Lycos asked casually.

His mind was now completely focused on Quirrell and Voldemort, and he had no time to deal with a spoiled young master.

"I'm a little curious why it took you more than ten minutes to be sorted into Slytherin." Malfoy still held his chin high. "The hat knew I belonged here before it even touched my head."

A very proud look appeared on his face, and the two followers beside him also clapped their hands in cooperation.

"Maybe I have traits from other colleges." Lycos glanced at Malfoy and responded casually.

"I told you, I've never heard of a pure-blood named Hayden, otherwise that lousy hat wouldn't be in such a dilemma." Malfoy said with a smug smile on his face, his chin raised.

"But you're lucky. As a half-blood, you ended up getting into the best house in Hogwarts."

"This is Crabbe and Goyle." He patted the arms of the two chubby guys beside him. "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and my father is the governor of Hogwarts."

"Half-blood guy, if you have any trouble in the future, tell me your name and I'll protect you!"

Malfoy put his hands on his hips, making no secret of his superior family background and the sense of superiority that was ingrained in his bones.

"Thank you so much." Lycos grinned, putting on a fake smile. "I'm Lycos Hayden, nice to meet you."

He perfunctorily introduced himself using the name he had just learned a few minutes ago.

Malfoy was immersed in the pleasure of showing off his noble birth and did not notice Lycos's perfunctory attitude at all. He thought that Lycos had never seen such a noble wizard and felt ashamed of himself.

"If you want to stand, don't block other people's way, okay?"

Malfoy was feeling proud when suddenly a cold voice came from behind him.

He turned around angrily, wanting to see what dared to disturb his good mood of showing off in front of others.

"you……"

Malfoy's words were caught in his throat.

In the aisle between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables, stood a little witch as delicate as porcelain, with her hands behind her back. Her long, smooth hair was like golden threads shining in the sun, which was particularly eye-catching.

Those jade-green eyes looked indifferently ahead, and he was talking to Malfoy and the other two, but the expression on his face seemed as if he didn't take them seriously at all.

She is clearly an eleven-year-old little witch, but she gives people an intimidating aura like an icy queen.

"Any further questions? If nothing else, clear the aisle so that everyone isn't blocked from taking their seats."

Malfoy and the two fat guys subconsciously squeezed to the sides to make a wide enough passage.

"Thank you."

The blonde girl nodded coolly, unceremoniously making her way between the three of them and taking a vacant seat at the Slytherin table.

Behind her, several young wizards who were blocked in the aisle by Malfoy and the other two followed silently, and dejectedly found a small bench each, but they all stayed away from the blonde girl's seat.

"That's not right. Why should I give way to her?"

It was not until this time that Malfoy realized that it was humiliating for him to give way just as he was told, so he stomped his feet in frustration.

"Crabbe, Goyle, why did you two move out of the way?" He turned around and put the blame on the two followers.

"I saw you gave way, so I gave way too," Crabbe said honestly.

"I saw Crabbe gave way, so I gave way." Gore was as honest as his good brother.

Malfoy: "...you two are such idiots."

If the old man with white beard had not stood up, the three little wizards, one thin and two fat, would probably have continued discussing here for a long time.

"Welcome!"

Dumbledore, with his long white hair and beard, smiled broadly and opened his arms. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year!"

The principal began to speak.

Even Malfoy didn't dare to go against the headmaster right at the beginning of the school year, so he could only pull two followers to sit next to Lecos.

But even after he sat down, he still muttered to Lycos:

"I didn't give way just now because I was afraid of her. I was just worried that someone wouldn't find a seat before the principal's speech."

"Okay, okay, I believe it." Lycos showed his eight teeth and responded with a standard fake smile.

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Chapter 3: Is it appropriate to have such exciting fun right after arriving?

The dishes at the Hogwarts opening dinner were rich and tasty, much better than the English food that Lex had imagined.

However, Lecos felt Quirrell's subtle gaze from time to time, and was anxious about his future at Hogwarts, so he didn't have much appetite.

Even less appetizing than Lycos was Malfoy.

Opposite Malfoy sat a ghost with a haggard face, a gloomy expression and blood all over his body. He heard the trembling senior students nearby talking about him as the Bloody Baron.

This gloomy ghost made Malfoy feel like he was sitting in front of a cold slaughterhouse eating his last meal.

"I can not stand it any more!"

After eating half a tasteless black pudding and feeling the fishy taste in his mouth, Malfoy finally slammed the table and stood up.

"Crabbe, come and change places with me!" He slapped the shoulder of the fat guy next to him hard.

Crabbe was wolfing down a steak when he froze for a moment at Malfoy's request.

He glanced solemnly at the Bloody Baron across from him, then looked solemnly at Malfoy.

"Draco, I think I'm deaf," Crabbe mumbled, his cheeks bulging as he chewed the unswallowed steak.

Malfoy was furious, his thin lips trembling.

"You idiot, you made up such an excuse to fool the devil!"

He kicked Crabbe's fleshy butt in annoyance, looked over him at Goyle who was sitting in the next seat, raised his chin and said, "Forget it, I won't count on this idiot. Goyle, come and change seats with me!"

Goyle glanced secretly at the Bloody Baron, and his terrifying gaze met that of the ghost, causing him to shudder all over.

He weighed the pros and cons with his brain, which was not much better than a troll's, and cleverly concluded that if he offended Malfoy, he would at most be beaten, but if he sat in front of the Bloody Baron, he might die.

Then, Goyle looked at Malfoy with a serious expression:

"Draco, I think I'm deaf too."

"You two bastards!" Malfoy angrily walked around behind Crabbe, grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

However, the difference in weight between the two men was too great, and Malfoy tried his best to pull him down from his seat, but he was exhausted and squatted in the aisle between the two long tables, panting.

Lycos munched on an apple and watched the farce of the three fools with great interest, feeling that his worries about Quirrell and Voldemort had been alleviated a lot.

Just then, Malfoy seemed to notice that someone was watching the show, so he turned his attention to Lycos.

Then, his eyes lit up.

"Hayden, come on, change places with me!" Malfoy seemed to have found a savior. He jumped up from the ground and grabbed Lecos' left wrist holding the apple.

The smile on Lycos's face faded.

"I refuse." He did not indulge the young master's habit.

"Don't be like this, Hayden, my father is the school director!" Malfoy said confidently, "And you are just a half-blood whose last name I have never heard of. If you want to survive in Slytherin, you must have my protection!"

"Not interested." Lycos glanced at him speechlessly and prepared to pull his left hand away from Malfoy.

However, once Master Malfoy gets angry, it is not easy to control his temper.

He yanked Lycos' wrist hard, muttering, "I couldn't pull Crabbe and Goyle, two fat guys, so I can't pull you too?"

With the sound of a stool rubbing against the ground, Lycos was suddenly pulled, and the apple he had only taken a few bites of fell directly to the ground, and it was obvious that he could not eat it.

Now Lecos was also a little annoyed. He pulled his hand back forcefully, stood up and stared at Malfoy coldly.

"It's not over yet, is it?" he said coldly.

Malfoy looked at the anger in Lycos's dark golden eyes and was frightened for a moment.

"No... I just don't want to change seats. Is it necessary to be so aggressive?" He said a little unconfidently, and kept winking at Crabbe and Goyle beside him, asking them to support him.

The two fat guys nodded heavily, stood up, and stared at Lycos with wide eyes.

Crabbe and Goyle, two huge fat guys, stood in the aisle next to the long table at the same time, blocking the passage directly. Anyone standing opposite them would feel several tons of pressure.

However, even facing the stares of the three people, Lycos stood firmly in place, without any intention of wavering.

He felt a strange energy pulsating within him, and his right hand had a faint urge to reach into the inner pocket of his school robe and take something out...

An instinct to pull out your wand and cast a spell.

As for Malfoy opposite, he was stared at by Lex and suddenly felt a chill all over his body - it was even more frightening than having dinner face to face with the Bloody Baron!

"Listen...listen, we in the Malfoy family don't fight the wounded." Malfoy didn't dare to let his two followers fight after all, and said with a strong face, "Wait until your injury is healed, and I will fight you for another three hundred rounds!"

"Injured?" Lycos frowned slightly.

"Yeah, otherwise why are you wearing bandages?" Malfoy pointed to Lycos' feet.

Lycos lowered his head and saw a bandage scattered on the ground.