Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

"New students?" Snape frowned.

He never expected that his office, which had been deserted for years, would be visited by a freshman on the first day of school.

"Yes, Professor, I was sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat," said Lycos.

"Of course I know which house you are from, otherwise I wouldn't have let you in." Snape sneered and stared at Lycos with his deep eyes. "Tell me, what exactly is this important matter you mentioned?"

Lycos nodded, organized his words slightly, and prepared to tell the information about Voldemort.

"Actually..."

Before he could utter the word "Voldemort", Lycos suddenly felt like something was stuck in his throat, and the rest of his words were blocked in his throat.

At the same time, Lycos's head began to buzz, and the Dark Mark on his left forearm also produced a sharp pain, as if a knife was scraping his muscles fiercely...

There was a curse coming from deep within his body that was warning him!

The back of Lycos's robe was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He soon realized that he was being reckless. How could Voldemort be so confident in his young Death Eater and not leave any backup plan?

Lycos thought of a magic mentioned in the book——

Unbreakable Vow!

He was unable to break the Unbreakable Vow and tell Snape about Voldemort.

If you try to break it by force, you may pay the price with your life!

"What exactly do you want to say? I don't have time to play riddles with you." Snape's cold voice interrupted Lecos's thoughts.

Lycos slowly raised his head and stared into Snape's deep black eyes, his brain working rapidly.

"Professor, I actually have a question I don't understand..." In a flash, he suddenly remembered the three questions Snape asked Harry in the original book, so he picked one at random and asked, "I want to know what is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

Snape fell silent, his eyes becoming menacing.

"Is this what you call an important matter?"

"Get out!" He flicked his sleeves fiercely and threw Lycos out the door.

……

Lycos sat quietly under a dim green candle, feeling that his future life at Hogwarts would be as dark as the corridor before him.

The Dark Mark on his left arm still ached.

Bound by an unbreakable oath, his original plan seemed like a joke!

Do I really have to be an undercover agent for Voldemort?

Lycos rubbed his forehead, feeling more helpless the more he thought about it.

He was very clear that Dumbledore was fishing when he brought the Philosopher's Stone to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore needed to verify his guess that Voldemort was still alive, so he used the Philosopher's Stone as bait, and Voldemort was the hungry fish who had no choice but to take the bait even though he knew it was a trap.

Under Dumbledore's surveillance, if Lycos acted as Voldemort's undercover agent, he would be at great risk of being exposed at any time...

"Ah, there's nothing I can do!"

Lycos leaned his head against the rough stone wall in frustration, staring blankly at the spider webs on the ceiling.

"Little guy, what's wrong with you?"

Just then, a curious voice sounded in my ears.

The next moment, a pearly white transparent body floated into Lycos's sight.

Lycos was startled and jumped up from the ground.

All I saw was a ghost with long curly hair. He was wearing an extremely large ruffled collar, and even so, his head was still swaying on the collar.

"Ah, I guess I haven't introduced myself yet?" The ghost bowed very gentlemanly, but his head accidentally fell off his collar.

He quickly straightened his head and coughed twice. "Ahem, I'm Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower. But sometimes I come down to the underground to talk to Barrow."

"By the way, little one, what were you talking about just now, 'there's no way'? Are you in trouble?"

Lycos was stunned for a moment, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind.

"Yes, I did encounter some troubles." He nodded emphatically and said seriously, "I had a lot of questions when I was studying the textbook on my own. I just came to see our dean, but he refused to answer them for me."

A look of distress immediately appeared on his face.

"Ah!" Nick exclaimed exaggeratedly, "I actually met such a studious little wizard. It's so touching!"

"Professor Snape is really irresponsible!"

"Who said it wasn't?" Lycos smiled guiltily.

"Um... Sir Nicholas, could you take me to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office? I still have some unresolved questions."

……

Chapter 6: First Meeting with Voldemort

"Goodbye, Sir Nicholas, and thank you so much!"

"Small problem, it's my pleasure to help young wizards who love to learn!"

On the third floor of Hogwarts Castle, Lex and Nearly Headless Nick said goodbye at the corner of the corridor.

After seeing Nick leave, Lecos felt a little relieved.

The layout of Hogwarts is so complicated that if you are not careful, you will easily take the wrong path or even be taken to some strange places by the flying stairs...

Apart from the twins Fred and George, even the senior students couldn't say they could wander around the castle without getting lost, let alone a young wizard like Lecos who was visiting Hogwarts for the first time.

Fortunately, he met the kind-hearted ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, and Lecos was able to successfully reach the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor of the castle.

Before entering the office, Lycos smelled a strong smell of garlic at the door of the office.

"Dong dong dong."

He knocked on the door, feeling far more nervous than he had when he knocked on Snape's office door.

"Who...is it?" Quirrell's stuttering voice came from the office.

"Professor, it's me, Lecos Hayden." Lecos suppressed his nervousness and spoke in a calm tone.

"Come in." Quirrell stopped stuttering instantly, and his tone became cold.

Lycos pushed open the door and walked into Quirrell's office.

Compared to Snape's office, Quirrell's office was slightly brighter, with many candles lit.

There were several African tribal masks hanging on the wall of the office, and next to it was a large bookshelf, which contained not only books but also something that looked like a skull, all of which reflected the gains of Quirrell from his travels the previous year.

A pale young man wearing a purple turban sat on a sofa, staring at Lycos.

"You're late." Quirrell said coldly after a moment.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Lycos explained calmly, "I'm not very familiar with Hogwarts Castle, and I couldn't find the way at first."

"Well, that's understandable. I got lost the first time I came to Hogwarts too." Quirrell nodded casually and picked up a kettle. "Would you like something to drink?"

Adhering to the principle that the more you speak, the more mistakes you make, Lycos just shook his head and said nothing.

"In that case, let's get straight to the point." Quirrell stood up from the sofa, "The master has something to say to you-"

After saying that, Quirrell raised his hand and took off the purple turban on his head, throwing it casually on the blanket beside him. His bald little head was revealed as the turban fell off.

Then he gave Lycos a strange smile and slowly turned around.

Lycos' pupils trembled violently.

Even though I had seen all the descriptions of Voldemort's face in books and movies, it was not even one ten-thousandth as hideous and terrifying as seeing it with my own eyes.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face, a face as hideous and horrible as could be imagined. It was as pale as chalk, with gleaming red eyes and two long, snake-like nostrils below them.

"Lycos, good boy..." The face spoke, and the hissing voice was like a whisper, and like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Lycos's mind was almost blank.

But he knew this was not the time to remain silent, so he opened his mouth with difficulty, bowed his head and said hello:

"Lord Dark Lord..."

"Don't be so nervous, Lycos..." Voldemort tried to put on a kind expression on Quirrell's head, but it looked even more disgusting on this terrifying face.

"You are the child I trust the most, Lycos... I've said before, you are very similar to me... whether it's your magical talent, your personality, or even your appearance... I have always trained you as my successor..."

When Lycos heard Voldemort say that the two looked very similar, he looked at his ugly face and almost screamed in horror.

Then he suddenly realized that Voldemort was probably talking about his appearance when he was young, and he must have been handsome... Lycos then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I understand, my lord," he said.

"Very good, very good..." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "You should be clear about our goal - to get the Philosopher's Stone... When I use the Philosopher's Stone to restore my power, you will be the next Dark Lord!"

Lecos sneered in his heart at Voldemort's promise, but on the surface he still maintained a respectful expression.

"Lex, listen carefully... I suspect the Philosopher's Stone is in that fourth-floor corridor that old Dumbledore mentioned. He'll definitely have extremely tight security there!"

"Remember, you're just a freshman. You have to ensure your identity isn't revealed... I don't need you to go to the fourth-floor corridor to gather intelligence for me. That's Quirrell's job..."

"Your mission is to create an opportunity for Quirrell by making a feint to the east and attacking in the west... Don't let the castle administrator discover that he is secretly heading to the restricted area of ​​the corridor on the fourth floor... Do you understand?"

Lycos nodded slightly.

If it's just a diversion to create an opportunity for Quirrell to visit the castle at night... maybe it's not too difficult?

Hope rekindled in his eyes, and he felt that there was still room for maneuver here.

"Go, don't stay here too long, be careful not to attract Dumbledore's attention..." Voldemort said hoarsely.

After saying this, he closed his scarlet eyes, and his facial features turned into the five hideous wrinkles on the back of Quirrell's head.

Quirrell turned and smiled at Lycos.

"Go back soon, Lycos. Maybe you can enjoy campus life for a few days."

……

When Lycos returned to the Slytherin common room, a group of freshmen were gathered by the fireplace for a discussion organized by their prefects.