Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 271 A Closer Look at "Mr. Crow's Special Services"

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The three held their breath under the invisibility cloak.

Beatrice's perfume, mixed with a sweet musky scent, filled the room, and Harry felt his earlobes begin to burn.

“So innocent…” Cohen whispered to Harry.

Harry, his face flushed red beneath the Invisibility Cloak, swallowed hard.

Hermione covered her face, not wanting to see the scene in front of her, but curiosity drove her to peek through the gaps between her fingers.

Beatrice, dressed in a black lace nightgown, leaned against the bed curtains, looking at Mr. Raven provocatively.

“You’re three minutes late,” said Ms. Beatrice. “But isn’t it break time now? Why are you still wearing that bird headgear?”

“For…” Mr. Raven adjusted his signature white gloves, his jet-black beak gleaming eerily under the warm light, “…for pleasure.”

"Is that what you said to my sister too?" Ms. Beatrice asked with amusement. "Aren't you afraid that bird's beak will peck my face?"

“But it’s also possible… it’s facing somewhere else.” Mr. Raven slowly walked toward Ms. Beatrice, his leather shoes rustling as they stepped on the carpet in front of her bed.

ah? ah? ah?
Is this...right?

Cohen was stunned—so this is how it works? No wonder…this must be life insurance, right? This is definitely life insurance!
Mr. Crow bent down and pressed Ms. Beatrice onto the bed.

"So direct?" Ms. Beatrice smiled and feigned resistance—but Mr. Raven simply grabbed her throat, the movement so gentle that Ms. Beatrice didn't scream. "You're so good at this—"

"Ugh..." Harry, his face flushed red, had his mouth covered by Hermione. What he was seeing was Mrs. Beatrice being choked by Mr. Raven and having her clothes removed piece by piece—a scene that was both violent and lewd.

Mr. Crow first used his finger, then his long beak—which, as he had said before, would certainly not touch Ms. Beatrice's face.

But it didn't end when Ms. Beatrice finished.

“Oh…” Ms. Beatrice lay wearily on the disheveled bed, her eyelids drooping, a feminine scent filling the air. “That…that’s enough…”

“The service requires one hour,” Mr. Crow said calmly.

He started taking off his clothes—shirt, trousers, underwear—except for size, Mr. Crow's body was no different from a human's.

However, Cohen noticed an abnormality at the junction of his head and neck.

The bird's head was sewn on; this is a cobbled-together corpse—no wonder it has no soul.

But... can the corpse still complete the second half of the work?

"Holy crap, so much anime content."

Cohen said with a contorted expression—the scene was a bit frightening—so he quickly blindfolded Harry and Hermione.

But Ms. Beatrice was clearly unaware of this.

When everything was over, Mr. Raven put on his clothes, but did not leave. Instead, he lay down next to Ms. Beatrice against the headboard for a while, as if he had something to say to her.

“You…you really…” Ms. Beatrice exclaimed in amazement.

“I now admit that his physique is indeed very strong,” Cohen clicked his tongue. “Edward is no match for him.”

“We didn’t see anything at all!” Harry muttered.

“Believe me, you won’t want to watch it,” Cohen said with pity. “I’m afraid you’ll feel inferior…”

“Quiet…” Hermione said, “He hasn’t made a move yet—we need to keep an eye on him—”

They waited a while—but Mr. Raven didn't make a move; instead, he started chatting with Ms. Beatrice.

Mr. Raven took control of the conversation, quickly steering it to a crucial point. "Why do you work here?" Ms. Beatrice whispered, gently stroking Mr. Raven's genitals in bed. "You deserve better..."

She seemed to want more than just Mr. Raven's one night.

"Because there is a magical... secret here."

Mr. Crow let Ms. Beatrice snuggle in his arms.
"A secret about immortality."

“You’re joking,” Ms. Beatrice chuckled. “Only children would believe in an elixir of immortality.”

“This is no joke.” Mr. Raven’s bright little eyes fixed on Ms. Beatrice’s eyes. “I should have died long ago—but I was resurrected and am living in this hotel.”

Mr. Crow showed her a horrible scar on his heart.

“My God…” Ms. Beatrice gasped.

“The wound heals in seconds,” Mr. Raven said. “I will not die.”

“But this…” Ms. Beatrice said breathlessly, “could also be…”

“I can show you.”

Mr. Crow's embrace made Ms. Beatrice lower almost all her guard—he pulled a small knife from his pocket, and Ms. Beatrice didn't even ask him why he carried a knife with him.

Then, Mr. Crow used the knife to stab himself in the heart again.

"Ah!" Ms. Beatrice screamed and scrambled to her feet, frantically trying to stop Mr. Raven's bleeding.

“No need to worry…” Mr. Crow pulled out the knife—blood gushed out, but after a few seconds, the blood flowed back into the wound.

The wound healed in the blink of an eye, leaving a faint scar.

“No…that’s impossible…” said Ms. Beatrice.

“You can give it a try,” Mr. Raven coaxed, handing the knife to Ms. Beatrice.

She took the knife, her hands trembling—she knew stabbing Mr. Crow was an evil act, but… what if? What if she proved to herself that Mr. Crow was right…

If she could be like that too... immortal... never to die...

"呲-"

The dagger plunged into Mr. Raven's heart, and Ms. Beatrice could even feel the dagger throbbing with her powerful heartbeat—she pulled it out in fear.

Blood spurted out, then flowed back into Mr. Crow's wound, eventually healing completely.

"How...how did you do that?" Ms. Beatrice asked nervously.

“You can do it too… in this hotel,” Mr. Raven said, handing a small scroll to Ms. Beatrice. “When you’ve thought it through, come to me with another person’s body part—and don’t let anyone else find out.”

Ms. Beatrice opened the scroll and saw the words on it.

“One dies, another is enlightened…” she read.

“To gain immortality, you need a life,” said Mr. Raven. “You can choose your own life… Compared to immortality, a short life is insignificant. You can choose the merchant father and son in rooms one and two, the other Miss Beatrice in room four, the tour guide in room five, or…”

“I…I…” Ms. Beatrice struggled to think.

“I’m sorry, I can’t… I can’t handle those burly men, and I can’t bring myself to hurt the child…” Ms. Beatrice said, trembling. “And it’s even more impossible… even more impossible… to my sister…”

“That’s a real shame,” said Mr. Crow.

(End of this chapter)