Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 264 Pure Power!
Lift!
Sin points are earned to be spent!
The sin value didn't disappear; it just stayed by your side in a different form—like your soul strength.

[Soul Strength: 42.8]

Numbers are the reason for being king.

One thousand sin points can be exchanged for one soul fragment, and one soul fragment increases your value by one point.

Cohen then realized that he had been too lenient with the students for the past three years—the students at Hogwarts seemed to have had it too easy and hadn't experienced any major upheavals, so they desperately needed some guidance from Cohen.

However, a soul strength of over 40 points is enough for Cohen to go out and have fun—there aren't that many wizards in the British wizarding world with a soul strength of over 40 points; this is already at the level of a veteran professor at Hogwarts.

And...would someone of the same caliber as a veteran professor at Hogwarts join the Silver Key as a follower?
It's like a university professor believing that Ultraman exists in the M78 Nebula.

Before leaving the box, Cohen even tried transforming into a Chimeramon.

Unfortunately, even though Cohen grew three heads, this body only had one consciousness, so Cohen couldn't talk to himself.

However, features such as the lion's head breathing fire, hypnosis, and the water snake's tail becoming invisible can still be imitated.

As for the prophecy... Cohen didn't see the prophetic scene when he looked at the gem on the tail with his middle head. He wasn't sure if his ability was on cooldown or if he hadn't been able to imitate this particular ability.

Goat Head didn't feel anything, and Cohen didn't feel like he had become smarter either; he still couldn't come up with papers he couldn't think of.

“Knowledge takes time to accumulate,” Goat Head comforted Cohen. “You just lack the accumulation…”

"What happened to the person in the bottle being born with countless pieces of knowledge?" Cohen said disappointedly. "The knowledge is nowhere to be found; now all that's left is 'countless'..."

"You expect all the knowledge in the world to just flow into your head like that?" the long-horned water snake said. "Then you shouldn't be called the Man in the Bottle, you should be called Jarred Knowledge... Next time you come, bring some new rabbits. Sissoko's little snakes killed them all."

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Cohen transformed back into human form, raising his eyebrows.
"You know—Sissoko and I were planning to keep it from you... but you don't seem too angry..."

"Just a few rabbits," said the long-horned water snake. "I quite like that little snake, but it seems a bit afraid of me..."

“It might just be afraid of lions.” Cohen shook his head. “Its bloodline is suppressing what it belongs to…”

Voldemort and the mission rewards have been taken care of. Now, Cohen's next task is to deal with the kidnapping of Flandre and Wernher von Braun...

Based on the extremely obvious connection between Frondo's body and soul, Cohen could easily follow this line to find the location of Frondo's soul.

Leaving such obvious clues was intended to lure Cohen to kill them—it's hard to say whether the Silver Keys were loyal or disloyal.

On Monday morning, Cohen didn't go to class, but instead went to Dumbledore's office door.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Come in." Dumbledore looked at Cohen, who should have been sitting in the classroom, and instead of attending class, he came to his place, somewhat puzzled.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's class time now, right?"

“I need to take leave, but I’m not sure how many days,” Cohen said.

"What's the reason?" Dumbledore asked with concern. "If you're feeling unwell, I can grant you sick leave for any length of time. If you need any help, you can ask Nicole or Madam Pomfrey."

“It wasn’t a sick leave. Wernher von Braun went missing, and I sent my owl with a cat that can’t die to investigate.” Cohen gave a brief overview of the situation. “But the cat’s soul has been captured.”

"Is it the organization called 'Silver Key'?" Dumbledore frowned slightly. "This matter can be handed over to the Ministry of Magic. As far as I know, most of the people in this organization are dark wizards who are currently wanted by the authorities."

“I have a few reasons why I have to go,” Cohen said. “First of all, can the people at the Ministry of Magic see the connection between the soul and the body?”

“No, not if the Department of Mysteries’ research doesn’t make significant progress,” Dumbledore said cautiously. “But magic leaves traces, Cohen. There’s no need to be so pessimistic about the Ministry’s tracking methods…”

“There’s another important thing, I want to save Wernher von Braun and my cat,” Cohen said calmly. “To make sure they’re alive—and to avoid some unnecessary casualties. Nicole said that’s also part of humanity.”

"Perhaps I can accompany you?" Dumbledore asked Cohen for his opinion.

“If you go, they might just run away…” Cohen said helplessly. “Headmaster, don’t you have a slight misunderstanding about how you are perceived by dark wizards…”

"Oh," Dumbledore chuckled, stroking his beard. "So, what do you think of me?"

"A single old man who likes to snatch candy from kids," Cohen said dryly. "I hope Edward won't be like you when he gets old..."

“Everyone gets old,” Dumbledore sighed. “Different ages bring different scenery and different feelings… Please forgive me for asking for leave, but even if I approve the leave request, I still need to write to your parents.”

“They’ll agree, right…” Cohen said uncertainly, “probably…”
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Dumbledore's letter arrived quickly, and Edward and the others' reply came just as quickly, but it wasn't delivered to Dumbledore; it went to Cohen instead.

After lunch, Cohen was already packing his bags for the trip: toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, change of clothes—just then, the colorful owl wandered into the Gryffindor Tower.

“You look like you’re going on vacation—what’s going on!” The count was about to complain when he was startled by his adopted daughter, a colorful owl, who flew in after smashing through the glass.

"Coo-coo—" The colorful owl Caroline tossed the letter in her claws to Cohen, then hurriedly pounced on the Earl.

"Stop! Stop! You—" the count struggled, "your father and I are old friends—and you were hatched by me!"

"It seems to have a bit of a father complex," Cohen said casually. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted, a wife who's always clinging to you—actually, it and you..."

"This is terrible!" The Earl struggled to shut Caroline out the window. "I watched her grow up! Why can't I just buy an owl I don't even know?!"

"There are owls everywhere in the school that you don't recognize, but I haven't seen you bring one home," Cohen glanced at the Earl. "Cherish it; it might be the last owl in the world that likes you..."

(End of this chapter)