Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 217 Dumbledore's Concerns

This time, Dumbledore will beat me to death...

"Harry!!!" Hermione screamed in horror.

This time Hermione didn't need to repeat herself for the others to hear clearly.

Because when the dark Dementors flew down, the originally noisy audience seats almost fell into an eerie silence.

The only sounds around were the biting wind and rain, and the rumbling thunder in the clouds.

For Cohen, there was also the noise of a bunch of Dementors crying out in hunger.

The Dementors had a much greater effect on Harry than on the others, and Cohen saw Harry fall straight off his broom.

Dumbledore stood up in the professor's chair, and Harry, who was falling rapidly, was supported by Dumbledore's magic to prevent him from falling to his death.

The group of Dementors obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and they wanted to pounce on Harry and take a bite.

It was almost like slapping Grindelwald's ass in front of Dumbledore.

The next second, a huge phoenix with a silver light as bright as daylight emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and flew gracefully into the group of Dementors. Even from a distance, Cohen still felt a sense of discomfort.

Cohen subconsciously moved back, feeling that if the guardian angel hit him, his soul would probably be knocked away.

The Dementors were driven out of the stadium by Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus. The fast ones had already returned to the clouds, and the slow ones...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

A round-headed boy was thrown towards Cohen by a Dementor - as if to feed Cohen a box lunch before leaving.

"Neville?!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Shock absorber!" Cohen quickly drew out his wand and cast a deceleration spell at Neville to prevent himself from being hit hard by Neville.

"I'm sorry - those Dementors - they caught me -" Neville climbed up from beside Cohen and apologized hurriedly, shaking uncontrollably, "I was scared to death..."

However, Cohen's attention was not on Neville at all - Dumbledore must have seen the scene just now, and the embarrassing scene of the Dementors was still very eye-catching.

The young wizards might not suspect Cohen, because there were more than one student in the area where Neville fell, but Dumbledore was different, especially when the Dementors had just committed a crime...

"Let's go check on Harry!" Ron shuddered, but still planned to drag Cohen and Hermione down to check on Harry. "Did he just..."

"That's at least fifty feet..." Hermione choked out.

"Dumbledore held him," said Coin.

He would definitely be taken away by Dumbledore if he went down, but Cohen didn't intend to hide from him - if he did, wouldn't that mean that he was really involved in the Dementors' attack?

By the time they arrived at the stadium, Dumbledore had already put Harry on a stretcher and was preparing to take him to the school hospital.

Ron and Hermione were stopped by Professor McGonagall, but Coin was called over by Dumbledore.

"Come with you, Cohen," Dumbledore said, but there was nothing unusual in his tone.

Cohen followed Dumbledore, with the stretcher on which Harry lay floating beside them. None of the rain that fell along the way fell on them, and the mud on Harry's body disappeared without a trace.

Dumbledore was unusually silent throughout the entire process and didn't say a word.

After entering the castle and arriving at the school hospital on the second floor, Dumbledore handed Harry over to Madam Pomfrey who had hurried out.

"I'm saying that schools should reduce dangerous games in extreme weather, Dumbledore!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, transferring Harry from the stretcher to the bed with a worried look on her face. "What happened to him—"

"It's been affected by the Dementors, Poppy. Please take care of it," Dumbledore said. "I have something to discuss."

"Of course, of course..." After learning the cause of Harry's coma, Madam Pomfrey's attention was no longer on Dumbledore. She began to perform a comprehensive examination on Harry. "Come with me, Cohen." Dumbledore led Cohen all the way up to the gargoyle outside the headmaster's room.

Cohen discovered that Dumbledore did not need a password to enter the room by himself - the stone beast snorted and jumped aside after seeing Dumbledore.

After entering the headmaster's office, Dumbledore closed the door with a wave of his wand. Cohen could still see a wave of magic - like some kind of soundproof spell.

"Snapped!"

A chair landed in front of Dumbledore's desk, ready for Coin.

Cohen sat on it naturally - he came here every year and was used to it.

"Let us get straight to the point, Coin," Dumbledore said calmly. "Can you communicate with Dementors?"

"So direct?" Cohen thought Dumbledore was going to ask the riddler a few questions first.

It seemed that Dumbledore was really annoyed by the Dementors - he didn't like these creatures that were purely made up of negative emotions.

"The Dementors were forced by the Ministry of Magic to stay near Hogwarts, and I have always been against this," Dumbledore said, "because there is so much joy in the school, and it is a delicacy that they cannot refuse."

"And today's accident has proved that my concerns were not groundless."

"Indeed." Cohen nodded. "They are more difficult to call out..."

"If I may assume that you are willing to trust me, Cohen..." Dumbledore peered at Cohen's glasses from above the half-moon lenses, "could you tell me what kind of relationship you have established with the Dementors?"

"..."

"..."

"Are they...elders?" Cohen couldn't think of how to describe the relationship between himself and these Dementors.

"Elder is a very broad term," said Dumbledore, "but I am more interested in what they are to you."

"Very noisy and silly living black cloaks," Cohen commented. "They will always crave happiness and souls, but they don't actually need them to survive."

"Yes, Dementors are creatures that cannot be destroyed," said Dumbledore. "They feed on human emotions and souls, but they do not rely on them to survive - this is what makes this species so hateful to wizards."

Although what he said was quite true, Cohen still felt like he was being criticized as well.

"Of course, I'm talking about those pure Dementors, not you, Cohen," Dumbledore said. "Those Dementors were close to you only because the experiment forced you to merge with a part of the Dementor's soul. And it was this part of the 'soul' that shouldn't exist that made your original soul extremely unstable. These are the things Nico and I have discussed."

Cohen couldn't evaluate the current state of his soul - after fusing with the Philosopher's Stone, his soul had almost become a pure-bred Dementor.

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

Dumbledore said worriedly,

"I shouldn't be telling you this right now—but after the unexpected tolerance and 'care' those Dementors showed you, I don't think this should be a topic we both avoid."

“When we are all afraid of something happening and do our best to ignore the signs of it happening, it often comes much sooner than we expected.”

"For example?" Cohen remembered that the last time Dumbledore showed this expression was when he "died".

"I've been worried about one thing."

Dumbledore said slowly:

"I fear that with your unstable spirit you will become more like a Dementor than 'Coin,' the child Edward and Rose loved so much."

(End of this chapter)