Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 245 Cohen Refuses to Become a Tool for the Guardian Spell

Harry's side is all sorted out, but Voldemort's side is not so simple—when Cohen was about to return to the Room of Requirement, he discovered Voldemort's ghost on the tapestry of the ballerina troll.

With Cohen's tacit approval, Voldemort followed Cohen into the house and once again possessed a book.

The pale, snake-like face moved its facial "muscles" on the pages of the book.

“I’ve seen some news… Barty Crouch Jr. is dead,” Voldemort demanded. “What did you do at the Crouch’s house?”

"Are all your men this crazy?" Cohen countered with a question.

"?" Voldemort didn't understand.

“I just helped him remove the Imperius Curse that old Crouch was using to control him, and he immediately started yelling that he wanted to kill old Crouch,” Cohen said with disdain. “As soon as he was free, he rushed out of the dungeon shouting ‘Old man, I’m going to kill you!’ only to be killed by old Crouch in return—anyone who didn’t know better would think he was one of Bellatrix’s brothers.”

"..." Voldemort was not good at assessing the mental state of his subordinates, as it seemed that even those in pure-blood families with good mental states would not stand on his side.

Most of the pureblood Death Eaters under his command were pureblood fanatics—and only fanatics are relatively easy to control through pureblood theory...

"So that piece of trash ruined our plan?" Voldemort's voice carried a hint of displeasure.

“Cheer up, at least I managed to get the door key made while I was still alive,” Cohen said. “At least the door key doesn’t need him to continue living to provide magic.”

As he spoke, Cohen pulled a smaller cloth bag from his pocket, inside which was an empty soda can.

This is a door key that Cohen made himself during the Christmas holidays—Cohen didn't know where Riddle House was, so he simply set his destination at the entrance to Diagon Alley.

“Very good…very good…” Voldemort grinned menacingly. “Then let’s begin as soon as possible…”

“Let me repeat the plan,” Cohen confirmed. “I’ll give the Portkey to Peter, then have Peter, Harry, and you teleport to your father’s grave, and then resurrect him using his bones, the blood of his enemies, and the flesh of his servants, right?”

"Yes, yes!" Voldemort exclaimed excitedly.

He had longed for this moment for so long—he even wished that Cohen would kidnap Harry right now.

“Besides blood, flesh, and bones, I’ve also gotten you the unicorn blood for the base potion.” Cohen pulled out a small vial containing silvery-white blood, which he had obtained in exchange for a bottle of wine he had stolen from Edward from the unicorn chieftain—the chieftain seemed to want to donate more blood in exchange for more aged wine, but Cohen refused.

This resurrection is destined to fail; this vial of blood is just for show in front of Voldemort, it's unnecessary.

“Snake venom… Do you need me to help you get the venom from that snake you brought near the school—Nagini?” Cohen was extremely “enthusiastic” as he prepared the props.

“Of course…” Voldemort was very pleased with Cohen’s enthusiastic help, at least he had never seen Cohen be so proactive towards Dumbledore.

This shows that the child has completely sided with him.

Despite teaching for so many years, Dumbledore still couldn't match Voldemort's appeal to ambitious young people.

Thinking about this, Voldemort felt that he had won a lot more.

He can live forever, but Dumbledore cannot; that's a victory.

He has Cohen, while Dumbledore doesn't, that's two wins. He beat Dumbledore twice, while Dumbledore lost twice, that's three wins...

Victory never ends!

"Alright, the cauldron, the stand, the unicorn blood, the silver knife, the empty bottle..." Cohen inventoried Voldemort's resurrection tools in the Room of Requirement. "Everything's ready. Tomorrow you take me to Nagini to get the snake venom, and then this weekend I'll take Harry and Peter to Sirius Black—"

But Cohen suddenly changed the subject.

“Are you sure Peter Pettigrew won’t turn against us? I heard he’s friends with Harry Potter’s parents and Sirius Black,” Cohen asked.

"He was a traitor to Dumbledore's side from the start." Voldemort was still very confident in Peter, that coward. "Those people are too busy killing him to dare betray us. He's as timid as a mouse."

“That would be best,” Cohen said.

Voldemort is doomed to a disappointing end, because the current Peter Pettigrew is a fake!
The first day after the Christmas holidays didn't have many classes. There was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning and a Herbalism class in the afternoon.

Herbalism class was held in the greenhouse outside the castle, so Cohen could sneak off to the Forbidden Forest and have Voldemort take him to Nagini to get the venom. To make it easier for Cohen to find his way, Voldemort briefly stayed on Cohen's robe to save the two of them from having to search for each other.

"Do I need to hide from Dumbledore?" Cohen whispered to Voldemort, who was hiding in his collar, as he went to the Great Hall alone for breakfast. "Will Dumbledore be able to find you?"

“Stay away from him…I’ll hide deeper…” Voldemort whispered.

Cohen saw him burrow deeper into his layers of clothing, and to be honest, it felt rather strange, like an old man turned into a child trying to snuggle into a child's arms—

Voldemort stopped talking, and Cohen pretended everything was normal and finished his meal. The good news was that Dumbledore hadn't come for breakfast at all.

Lupin was still leading the Defense Against the Dark Arts session in the morning. There was still some time before the full moon, so he didn't need to take leave due to the weakness and side effects of the Wolfsbane Potion.

Harry didn't rush to leave after class; instead, he went straight to Lupin to ask about training to defend against Dementors.

“Of course I remember,” Lupin replied. “Hmm… Thursday evening at eight o’clock? You don’t have astronomy class, do you?”

“No.” Harry looked relieved; he was worried that Lupin might cancel the lessons because he was too busy, as the Quidditch final was fast approaching.

“We could borrow the History of Magic classroom; it’s more spacious there…” Lupin said. “I still need to think carefully about how to do this, after all, we can’t bring a real Dementor to the castle for practice…”

Cohen felt Lupin glance in his direction.

Damn it, I can't possibly become a teaching aid, can I? Dream on—no Dementor wants to be hit by a Patronus.

“Um… Professor?” Hermione suddenly joined Harry and Lupin, asking somewhat shyly, “May I observe and learn during this lesson? I’d like to try learning magic to defend against Dementors…”

“This spell is difficult and not part of the third-year curriculum,” Lupin reminded her with a smile. “However, if you are interested in learning it, I would be happy to teach it.”

"That's great." After thanking her, Hermione hurriedly left with a large stack of books and a heavy backpack full of textbooks.

(End of this chapter)