Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 267 The ship sank, the island was sealed off, now it's time for Werewolf—

"Huh?" the count exclaimed, his eyes wide.

“No wonder he made me carry this letter with me at all times.” Cohen sighed and pulled the folded letter out of his pocket. “I thought it was a danger warning—where did he find such an obscure spell? I’ve never seen it in any book.”

"It's obvious he really loves you," the count said in a serious tone.

“It could also be that he’s just having a bit of fun—” Cohen frowned. “The connection is getting blurry; it looks like there’s something like a jammer here.”

"A signal jammer?" The count immediately became alert. "The Silver Key's men have discovered your arrival!"

“Nonsense…” Cohen said, barely able to contain himself. “Didn’t you all notice that Mr. Raven was acting strangely?”

“I only noticed that his head really was a bird’s head,” the count said. “What did you notice?”

“That Mr. Raven has no soul.” Cohen put Mr. Frondo back in his pocket. “He’s probably a puppet, just like the fake Peter I used before.”

"What does the Silver Key want?" the Count asked uneasily. "First, he kidnapped von Braun, then he abducted Flandre's soul—and then he lured you here and immediately blocked the connection..."

“You want me to see a show,” Cohen said. “When I went upstairs, I noticed that there were only seven guests in the hotel: the tour guide, the grumpy old Deng and his son, the Beatrice sisters, Edward, and me.”

“It is indeed quite strange for such a large hotel…” the Earl said. “And… what is the Silver Key doing bringing a bunch of Muggles here? Is it for their souls?”

“What’s so great about a Muggle’s soul?” Cohen shook his head. “Why bother going to all that trouble? We could just go to the Diagon Alley corner wizards and say there are sexy witches here to keep you company while you drink. There’ll definitely be a bunch of bachelors coming over. Since they’re so eager to perform, I’ll come and see what they’re up to.”

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.

The one without a soul strength label should be Mr. Raven.

A puppet without a soul or a source of magic naturally has no ability to attack; Mr. Raven is probably just appearing as an "actor."

“Your dessert.” Mr. Crow stood in the doorway holding a tray with a lone glass of orange juice on it and a paper straw inside.

“Okay.” Cohen took the glass of juice—the other guests should have already been served; this was the last room for Cohen.

"Have a pleasant stay," Mr. Raven said politely, bowing slightly to Cohen.

After closing the door, Cohen returned to the table with the bottle of juice.

"Could it be poisonous?" the count asked warily.

“That’s so stupid.” Cohen pulled out his wand and tapped the rim of the glass, confirming it was plain orange juice. “They can’t possibly go to all that trouble just to poison me and Edward. They might as well have blocked my door and stuffed some tainted milk into my milk box.”

“But…” Cohen changed the subject, pulling the paper straw out of the cup.

Paper straws are made by rolling up paper.

"Is that right?" the count asked, tilting his head.

“That’s exactly right,” Cohen said, pursing his lips.

Cohen disassembled the straw—or rather, it was originally rolled up in parchment paper to resemble a straw.

After opening it, a line of words can be clearly seen on this oil paper.

【One will find death, the other enlightenment.】

(One person dies, another receives revelation)
"Wait, where did I get here? Is this still the wizarding world?"

Cohen clicked his tongue.

I initially thought it was just a coincidence that they looked somewhat alike—but now they don't even act anymore?

Are you sure there won't be any copyright issues?

"What? What? What?" The count's fluffy, hairy head popped out. "What does it say on it?"

However, the Earl couldn't understand what this sentence had to do with Cohen.

"What does it mean to send you this note?"

“Who knows—” Cohen said with a sullen face.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was another knock on the door, but this time there was a bright 10-point soul strength indicator outside, clearly indicating that Edward had arrived.

"what?"

Cohen looked at the flustered "Mr. Burton" at the door and asked, puzzled.

"Did you drink that 'dessert' just now?" Mr. Burton asked, grabbing Cohen's shoulder. "Where's the glass now? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Stop, stop, stop—" Cohen, who was being shaken around, quickly called out, "Shake it well for me—I didn't drink it, and there's no poison in it—the cup is on the table."

Mr. Burton released Cohen and rushed to the table. Cohen saw him secretly pull out his wand from his pocket, using the exact same method as his own—and he visibly relaxed after discovering there was no poison in the juice.

"What happened? Is your drink poisoned?" Cohen asked.

“No, I just noticed your glass was a different color than ours—” Mr. Burton said, “It startled me. What would I say to your mother if something happened…”

He paused.

“If your acting isn’t good, don’t try to play role-playing games like others…” Cohen sighed, “No wonder you couldn’t even fool those Silver Key people…”

"Ha—you figured it out?" Edward said, scratching his head.

“I didn’t want to expose you, but your compound decoction is about to expire.” Cohen pointed to Edward’s hair, which was starting to turn golden, and said, “How did you get your mother’s colleague’s hair?”

“Plucking a few hairs isn’t as simple as it sounds,” Edward said. “I arranged a fight with him—you didn’t see it, I beat him up—”

“I don’t believe it.” Cohen said to Edward in the same tone that Mr. Burton had used to tell himself on the ship, “I don’t believe it.” “He’s bald, and you can fight? With your stomach? You must have used hair growth tonic and then disguised yourself as a barber to give him a haircut, right?” “That’s not important—” Edward quickly changed the subject, “Are you sure that von Braun and Flandre are here?”

“Yes.” Cohen nodded. “However, the silver key uses some concealment methods, so I might need to spend some time finding it…”

“Something’s fishy here,” Edward said seriously. “Don’t relax—I’m with you—”

"Huh?" Cohen's eyes widened. "Isn't it you who's relaxed?"

“Where else am I loose except for my stomach?!” Edward corrected.

“You came here unprepared, aren’t you? You’re not relaxed enough,” Cohen retorted. “Now I not only have to deal with the silver key, but also ensure your safety—”

“Don’t be silly. Does your father need your care?” Edward said firmly. “I can’t leave you alone to face terrorists—and your mother—”

“Then let’s go together.” Cohen sighed.

"Hmm?" Edward seemed to have prepared a long persuasive speech—he hadn't expected Cohen to agree so quickly.

“I said, let’s work together,” Cohen said helplessly. “I can’t persuade you, and you don’t seem like Herbert who can be knocked out with a single stun spell…”

“Herbert?” Edward looked at Cohen strangely upon hearing the all-too-familiar name. “What Stunning Curse? He attacked you? That can’t be…”

“I’ve been there once,” Cohen said briefly. “He was actually quite nice to me… but I used a stun spell on him the first time we met—I thought he was going to attack me.”

“He really should treat you better,” Edward said, unusually with a hint of anger in his voice.

Cohen actually wanted to explain the actual situation to Edward and the others, that Herbert hadn't been involved in the kidnapping—but since Herbert had previously said he didn't want to tell Edward and Rose, Cohen chose to continue following Herbert's wishes.

Perhaps this feeling of atonement will make Herbert feel better.

After Edward's brief acting career ended, Cohen was semi-forcibly taken to room 206 by Edward, on the grounds that "he was not allowed to be alone."

“I really should have brought the suitcase with me,” Cohen said regretfully.

“I thought you would bring the suitcase with you.” Edward looked out the window at the misty lake and asked, puzzled, “Wouldn’t it be safer that way?”

“Because I’m not sure how powerful the person who can take Frondo’s soul is,” Cohen said. “What if they all die after I bring it to them? I’ll be very upset.”

Edward remained silent for a moment.

“I would be very sad if you sent it,” Cohen said.

“Your mother and I are the same,” Edward said.

“You two go and burn the silver key to ashes,” the Count said. “And while you’re at it, help me rescue Flandre, okay?”

"Let me see how Silver Key's act goes." Cohen glanced at the clock in the room. "It's lunchtime, shall we go down and check?"
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In fact, Cohen and Edward had brought their own food, and they went down to check if anything new had happened.

But there were clearly more "new circumstances" than Cohen had anticipated.

For example, the three children who were brought into the hall by Mr. Crow at mealtime.

"How could I not have imagined that the three of you would also skip school?!" Cohen said, covering his face.

As for how these three people found themselves...

The answer was already in the "open space" behind the three of them.

The invisible Chimera was lying behind the three of them; it was clear it had brought them there, or perhaps the three had forced it to come find Cohen…

"What? You skipped school?!" Edward, who had transformed back into "Mr. Burton," stared wide-eyed.

“Actually, I originally planned to come alone—” Hermione said softly.

“We can’t leave you, Cohen, to go into danger alone,” Harry said firmly, “especially since Professor Dumbledore hasn’t told us where you’ve gone…”

“Even if he told you, you’d still skip class, right?” Cohen said.

"Will...will it?" Harry scratched his head.

"Yes...maybe..." Ron said, his eyes darting around.

“Who is this…?” Harry had never seen the middle-aged man with a mustache next to Cohen before.

“Mr. Burton, my mother’s colleague.” Cohen didn’t reveal Edward’s identity in the hall. “Don’t worry—he’s not a Muggle.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Crow returned to the front desk.

He rang the bell, summoning the other residents as well.

But they weren't talking about dinner being served.

“The boat has sunk, and there are crocodiles in the lake. Please do not attempt to swim across the lake,” Mr. Crow said calmly. “But do not panic; rescue will arrive within a week.”

"What?! What do you mean the ship sank?" Old Deng in the suit demanded angrily. "Do you only have one ship here?"

"Will the rescue take another week?" one of the Beatrice sisters asked. "Isn't there a phone here? We only booked two days! We have to go to a friend's wedding the day after tomorrow!"

"You did this?" Cohen turned to Harry and the others and asked in a low voice.

But Harry and the others were all shaking their heads frantically—they were perfectly fine when they arrived.

The ship sank, the island was sealed off...

So, is it time for Werewolf now?

It's a pity Lupin didn't come.

(End of this chapter)