Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 250 I'm coming clean: I'm a Dementor, the kind that eats your souls.

There was a moment of chaos—Sirius tried to explain, but Snape gave him no chance. A rope shot out from the tip of his wand and bound Sirius tightly.

Even Sirius's mouth was covered tightly.

“How wonderful the taste of revenge is…” Snape said softly to Black. “I’ve always hoped that I would be the one to catch you…”

"He's innocent! The real murderer and traitor is Peter—look at Peter—"

Harry quickly pointed to Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground, and said...

You can't—

“Shut up, Potter,” Snape said lazily. “You always think you’re the center of the world, that even the law has to make way for you, don’t you? Just like your arrogant father.”

Sirius and Harry were both furious after hearing Snape's assessment of James. Harry's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, while Sirius made angry muffled noises because his mouth was covered.

Snape glanced at Peter lying on the ground, first surprised for a moment, then filled with disgust and hatred.

Unfortunately, Harry and his friends didn't realize this, nor did they care what Snape was thinking.

“Looks like the Dementors are in for a good time today…” Snape said glibly. “They’re waiting outside—this time they can kiss two people.”

Sirius's face instantly drained of all color.

“But there’s more to this than meets the eye—” Hermione wanted to explain.

"Shut up, you foolish girl." Snape didn't want to hear their explanations. Whatever the outcome, those who deserved to die would die, and those who didn't...

Snape enjoyed the feeling of intimidating Black—and Harry, who had the exact same face as James.

"Just because he and my dad used to play pranks on you!" Harry couldn't help but rush forward and stop Snape. "You poor snotty-nosed—"

“Potter, if I ever hear you say those things to me with that disgusting face again…” Snape said through gritted teeth, “Get out of my way, or I won’t be polite.”

He yanked Harry aside, who was blocking his way, and Sirius and Peter, both propelled by magic, floated behind him.

Snape planned to take the two back to Hogwarts Castle, but he didn't expect Harry would actually dare to lay a hand on the professor—

"Except your weapons!"

Not only Harry, but two other spells from other people also hit Snape almost simultaneously with Harry's spell. The three disarming charms mixed together and blasted Snape into the wall.

He survived thanks to Ron's less-than-stellar skills.

"You guys really are legendary civil war kings." Cohen waved his hand, dispelling Hermione's extremely basic smoke guardian.

“Cohen, why did you stop Sirius just now—” Harry asked Cohen cautiously, panting, “And Voldemort’s voice…”

“And that…that…” Ron looked at Hermione, then at Cohen, “What was that spell that made you cough just now…”

“The Patronus Charm,” Hermione said, trembling. “Cohen, I haven’t wanted to believe this—how could you—you even tried to help Vader just now…”

“I don’t understand.” Harry shook his head. “Professor Lupin said the Patronus Charm can only be used against Dementors… but Cohen wouldn’t be…”

Suddenly, Harry felt as if some memories in his mind were automatically piecing together. Why did the ghosts at school avoid them whenever they were with Cohen?
Why did Cohen frighten the newborn Norber with just one glance?
Even Hermione and the others said that after the Dementors entered the stadium, Dumbledore "seriously" called Cohen away...

And Hermione seemed to have known all along? No wonder the Boggart, who should have turned into a Dementor in front of her, turned into Cohen...

They only knew that Cohen was a hybrid of a bunch of magical creatures—but… Dementors aren’t animals at all!
Those terrifying and repulsive creatures even see humans as food, so what does Cohen think of them?

Did Cohen always treat them as if they were food?
No...no...

Harry didn't believe it—Cohen was always helping him, and every time Voldemort tried to use Cohen, Cohen would turn against him.

This time will certainly be no exception.

"Is it coming? Is it coming?" Cohen said eagerly, drawing his wand. "That, that's it!"

"?" Harry blinked.

"?" Hermione didn't understand what Cohen was going to do.

"Wait, have you guys learned some kind of communication method that doesn't require language?" Ron felt like he didn't understand anything—Dementors, Cohen, Guardians, and all that stuff—was he even part of this group? Why did he suddenly feel like he was being ostracized by his friends…

"You're just going to fight with your Guardian Angels!" Cohen said, exasperated. "I'm the villain now, you shouldn't be using the only way you can deal with me to attack me, and then both of you summon two Guardian Angels at the same time—Ron, of course I'm not saying you're 'not human,' it's just that you're too lazy to learn the spell—you should have a tense and exciting Guardian Angel showdown with me at the end..."

“I knew it…” Harry felt that the reasons and results didn’t matter anymore—it had been more than two years, and he still couldn’t get used to Cohen’s annual fake villain behavior…

"It's boring."

Cohen had originally wanted to test whether his Dementor Patronus could compete with Harry's stag; he had never actually tested what his Patronus was for.
"You guys aren't exciting enough. After all this build-up, there hasn't even been a climax."

"You scared me to death!" Hermione cried, covering her face. "I thought... I thought..."

“Especially you, Miss Granger,” Cohen said suddenly, his voice serious. “Do you even consider me a friend?”

"Huh? I..." Hermione pointed to herself, her eyes reddening.

“He kept saying he wanted to be friends, but secretly he found out I was a Dementor, learned the Patronus Charm, and then used it on me,” Cohen said. “In a novel, readers would be shouting, ‘You've found your way to death!’ like someone else did—wait… I think I suddenly understand why that book was so popular…”

“Are you speaking English? Why can’t I understand anything!” Ron said, grabbing his hair.

“Because you’ve been keeping it from us…” Hermione sniffed, her voice still trembling slightly, “plus the Black thing… and the Dementors that Professor Lupin mentioned in the books… I had to be prepared—and Harry and Ron are so reckless…”

"So, Cohen is a Dementor, right?"

Ron seemed to realize this a century later.

"so smart."

Cohen made a compliment, but it was unclear whether he was praising Ron or Hermione.

"That's so cool, bro!" Ron's eyes widened. "You can talk to those Dementors like you talk to the Basilisk?"

(End of this chapter)