Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 208 Why don’t you speak? Don’t you like it?
"..."

"Why aren't you talking?" Cohen sat down on the floor so he wouldn't bump his head. "Are you naturally introverted?"

"..."

"If you're introverted, it might be because of your family. Do your family members often exclude you, saying you're nothing like the elders? So you have to go out and find other friends, but now your friends are either gone or dying, and no one cares about you anymore, so you start to become..."

"Shut up." Sirius was a little upset.

He found the two chicken legs thrown on the ground, sat down on the ground, and started biting them fiercely, as if the two chicken legs were Cohen.

He finally understood that the nature of Dementors was the same, it was just that Cohen chose a more disgusting way to kill.

Cohen watched as Sirius devoured the entire chicken leg—even turning back into a dog to gnaw away the marrow from the bones.

Poor indeed.

"Why did you follow Bub to find me?" Sirius sat on the ground, looking into Cohen's eyes, as if trying to figure out what Cohen wanted from this.

If it was for the bounty, he should have controlled himself by now.

If it was for food, he should have pounced on her now and sucked away the little happiness she had left, as well as her soul filled with guilt and regret.

If it had been for Harry's safety, he would be yelling for Hogsmeade to arrest him right now.

But Cohen did nothing—he just stood there blocking the exit, like a street urchin with nothing better to do.

"Let me correct you. It was Bub who brought me here. I didn't know you would get together with a dog, especially an old professor's dog. I was just helping Professor Kettleburn walk Bub." Cohen said, "Also, I would never help the Ministry of Magic arrest people. These people threw hundreds of killing curses at me when I was a child. I'm lucky I didn't go and destroy the world now."

Sirius obviously didn't quite believe this - after all, he had never heard of such a thing. How could the Ministry of Magic cast hundreds of killing curses on a baby, and this baby could still grow up to be thirteen years old and keep talking in front of him.

"Then what are you going to do next?" Sirius laughed bitterly, "Go back to school as if nothing happened and pretend you haven't seen me? You won't do that, otherwise you would have left long ago."

"I'm going to tell Harry his godfather is—"

"Don't tell Harry this!" said Sirius fiercely.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong:

"How did you know I was Harry's..."

"Didn't you say that when you came into my room the other day?" Cohen mimicked Black's words. "'Stay away from my godson!'"

"At that time, my family only had two minors, Harry and I. Edward and Rose didn't let me claim a godfather, so Harry must be your godson," Cohen continued. "That's an easy guess."

"Very clever…" Sirius murmured.

"Why didn't you come to see me after that day?" Cohen asked suddenly.

"What? You like wanted criminals running into your bedroom?" Sirius sneered. "No, I had a money-making plan I wanted to discuss with you," Coin said. "I'd send you to the Ministry of Magic and collect a bounty—then have my Dementor 'elders' release you. They'd catch you and release you again, catch you and release you again. When the Ministry of Magic can no longer pay you, you'll no longer be wanted. I'll get the money, and you'll be free. It's a win-win situation!"

"Thank you," Sirius said dryly, obviously not thinking this method would work.

"But I later realized that this method wasn't very feasible," Cohen said. "Try it a few times and the Ministry of Magic might sentence you to death – escaping prison is also a crime."

"I know Edward and Rose." Sirius ignored what Coin said. He had no interest in freedom. He just wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew and then quietly accept the charge of murder and die in atonement. "Why were you adopted by them? Do they know you are... a Dementor?"

"I know, but is species that important?" Cohen said, "Don't discriminate against species, Old Deng. Aren't you and the crup--"

"Stop, stop, stop," Sirius interrupted, "I won't ask you about species... What do you know about my imprisonment?"

"Killed a whole street of Muggles and a wizard named Peter Pettigrew?" Cohen raised his eyebrows. "Oh, and some people say you are a Death Eater."

"I was never Voldemort's lackey. Peter was," Sirius said angrily. "Twelve years ago, I thought he died in the explosion - I caught up with him, but he blew himself up, taking a whole street of Muggles with him."

"Why?" Cohen let Sirius continue, although he knew everything behind it.

"This matter is very complicated to explain..."

Sirius told Cohen the true cause of James and Lily's death - somehow, he felt that the adopted son of his old friends did not seem as terrifying and ruthless as the Dementors.

"Whatever you decide to do, you and Harry should be careful - that Weasley boy has a rat, and that rat is Peter."

"You're here to kill him, right?" Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Have you considered the consequences?"

"What consequences? I just want the traitor Peter to die!" Sirius seemed to want to bite his back teeth to pieces.

"The consequence is that Harry knows nothing." Cohen said, "The outside world will always think that you killed James and Lily, and Harry will always hate you when he finds out about this -"

"I'll be dead by then. I deserve this." Sirius covered his face and trembled as he spoke. "It's all my fault...it's all..."

"There's no point in putting the blame on you." Cohen snorted. "Your sudden suggestion of changing the Secret-Keeper was indeed a clever move that ruined the whole thing, but do you think death is a good ending? Harry's parents are already dead."

"I can't bring them back to life!" said Sirius, staring.

"Then you have to make amends yourself!" Cohen said, "Do you think Harry cares whether a person who made a mistake dies today or tomorrow? What Harry needs is family affection - if you really want to repent, go and make up for the part of family affection that Harry lacks yourself."

"..." Sirius took a deep breath, "You mean... I'll raise the child..."

"Yes, you have to be Harry's summer refuge, because Harry's movements at night disturb me." Cohen added, "The house next to me has always been empty. If you take Harry in during the summer vacation, it will disturb me - especially since he is in adolescence now and the bed is always squeaking -"

"But Harry won't forgive me." Sirius's eyes, which had just been filled with hope, dimmed again.

(End of this chapter)