Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 246 Voldemort: Ha! I've found Cohen's weakness!

"Do you want to learn too?" Harry looked expectantly at Korn and Ron, who had already reached the door.

Ron didn't say anything, he just shook his head frantically.

The lessons have already taken up too much time, so Ron isn't willing to continue.

"I think I'll pass," Cohen shook his head.

Making two young wizards repeatedly learn how to summon a Patronus in front of me is just too hellish...

What kind of hellish jokes are these between Dementors?

"You should go..."

Just as Cohen was about to take a nap at noon, Voldemort whispered to him...
"That girl suspects you..."

As someone who once manipulated people's hearts at will, Voldemort naturally had a firm grip on this child who wore his heart on his sleeve.

Fortunately, Cohen was the only one in the dorm, so it wasn't too bad.
“I’m not going to go to the History of Magic classroom late at night just to wait for two little wizards to cast Patronus Charms over and over again next to me,” Cohen said. “The smoke alone makes it hard for me to breathe.”

"Then there's nothing we can do about it."

Voldemort also remembered that Cohen had a larger Dementor component, so it was reasonable for him to be disgusted by the Patronus Charm—this also made him aware of some of Cohen's weaknesses; the boy seemed to have much lower resistance to the Patronus Charm than ordinary Dementors.

Ha! Weakness!

“There was no way to make the Dementors resist the Patronus’s spell,” Voldemort added.

The existence of such a spell would be truly bizarre, its absurdity comparable to the idea that "Dementors can summon physical guardian spirits."

“We’re all trying our best to live…” Cohen sighed and buried his head in the blankets.

That way, you won't hear Voldemort's nagging on the robe.

He was babbling incoherently—in fact, right next to Cohen was Voldemort, someone who desperately wanted immortality but could only choose the inferior survival method of Horcruxes.

Even the Cohen family's cat can live forever (big lie).

"Oh, by the way, wake me up at 1:30." Suddenly, Cohen poked his head out from under the covers and said.
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Voldemort seemed reluctant, but in the end he reluctantly acted as Cohen's alarm clock.

But Voldemort's ghostly voice wasn't very pleasant, and Cohen decided he wouldn't try it again—no one would want that hoarse, chilling voice whispering "get up, sleepy" in their ear.

In herbal medicine class, they were still learning about bubble pods, which they hadn't finished learning last semester. The reason was that many students had accidentally spilled them on the ground last semester. These shiny beans would bloom immediately upon contact with solid objects, and if they wanted to harvest another batch of bubble pods for teaching purposes, they would have to wait for another flowering cycle.

As soon as Herbology class ended, Cohen sneaked away—leaving Harry and the others extremely confused.

Cohen used to walk with them to and from get out of class quite often.

Hermione, in particular, seemed even more uneasy.

Voldemort repeatedly noticed this and consciously reminded Cohen of it.

But that's exactly the effect Cohen wanted—

“It’s alright, I’m not involved in this.” Cohen shook his head. “It was Peter Pettigrew who took you and Harry to Riddle’s grave. No matter how much she suspects me, it won’t matter—when she complains to Dumbledore, he will naturally explain for me.”

“Indeed…” Voldemort agreed.

He didn't care how comfortable Cohen was at school—in fact, he would have preferred Cohen to be expelled and become an enemy of the entire wizarding world.

That way, Cohen will never side with someone like Dumbledore...

"[Nagini...]" Upon reaching the designated location, Voldemort on Cohen's robes called out in Parseltongue.

Come here...

A rustling sound of decaying leaves came from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and a giant snake with reticulated python patterns hissed as it approached Cohen.

It raised itself up and recognized the soul that had brought it here, and... Cohen.

Strangely, it had never seen anyone with the scent of snakes on them before—and this person gave it a dangerous feeling.

"We need some of your venom, Nagini..." Voldemort said. "Open your mouth..."

Nagini obediently opened his mouth, and black venom was seeping from the tips of his two sharp teeth.

Cohen took out a wide-mouthed bottle covered with a rubber membrane, and while taking out the venom, he observed the soul of the venomous snake named Nagini.

[Soul Strength: 10]

It is not yet Voldemort's Horcrux, but Voldemort's Parseltongue still makes it trust and submit to Voldemort.

Dumbledore had previously mentioned to Cohen that when he was young, he met a pitiful person deeply cursed by her bloodline. Even though she would turn into a terrifying giant serpent, it did not affect the purity and kindness of her soul.

Cohen knew that Dumbledore was referring to Nagini—the Blood Curse had gradually caused her to lose her human form and memories of being human, eventually turning her completely into a snake.

It has completely transformed into a magical creature, even its soul has become entirely in the shape of a snake.

The good news is that it won't be turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort—because Cohen now plans to put it in his own box.

He was a good person who followed Dumbledore in resisting Grindelwald, and his background was also pitiful. Saving him would definitely earn him a lot of goodwill points—and then Cohen would use those goodwill points to buy Hisoko a wife.

"Alright." Cohen collected some of the venom and put it away.

Voldemort comforted Nagini, saying he would return after his resurrection—Cohen now seriously suspects that Voldemort's sexual object is actually a snake, and the gentle way he spoke to Nagini was "just like a person."

“I’ll just dump these things on Peter, right?” Cohen said to Voldemort. “Then it’s time to kidnap Harry.”

“Yes,” Voldemort’s ghost said excitedly.

"So, are you still coming with me? Or should we wait until the plan is about to start before we act together?" Cohen asked. "It's only Tuesday now. Harry and the others won't go to Hogsmeade to meet Sirius Black until the weekend."

“I’ll come find you this weekend,” Voldemort said. “I’ll be following Peter…”

“Okay.” Cohen nodded. “Oh, right, there’s one more thing—I’ve got my hands on Nicolas Flamel’s estate.”

"What legacy?" Voldemort asked.

“Himself,” Cohen said.

"His body?" Voldemort thought to himself, "Unfortunately, I feel the old body is a bit too frail..."

“No… he stored his memories in a book so he could teach me something—guess what? I found a way to make a body for you—using alchemy.” Cohen said helplessly, “But considering you can be resurrected this way now, isn’t the body I made less urgent? After all… it requires quite a lot of materials.”

“If it were mixed with your blood… I would be more inclined to choose yours…” Voldemort said greedily.

What a little glutton...

Cohen readily agreed to Voldemort's request—once Voldemort entered the flesh golem's body...

Heh heh heh, so it's not up to Voldemort to decide for himself.

(End of this chapter)