Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 287 "Boss, shall we make our move now?"

"genius!"

Cohen's eyes lit up.

"I knew this would make you happy," Edward said, a smile playing on his lips. "But you might not be able to invite as many friends over anymore—"

“But—” Cohen changed the subject.

"Don't worry, with this spell, even if those silver keys pressed their noses against our windows, they wouldn't be able to find me and your mother," Edward patted Cohen on the shoulder.

“No, that’s not what I’m concerned about. What I’m concerned about is that the ’Loyalty and Courage’ spell seems quite complicated. Do either you or Mom know this spell?” Cohen said.

Edward remained silent for a moment.

"You can't?!" Cohen's eyes widened.

“This is hard to explain to you…” Edward scratched his head. “We know the spell, but we’ve never tried it before, so we might have to try a few more times—but don’t panic, we’ve succeeded with spells that were much more complicated than this before—”

"I don't want to ruin my imagination of certain beautiful scenes anymore," Cohen said with a drooping mouth.

I originally thought the scene where Edward and Rose saved "Cohen" was very touching.

But judging from Edward's statement that "it was successful before"... the scene at the time was probably not the two of them saying a few touching words and then tearing their souls apart to mend Cohen, but rather the two of them, with Herbert's reminder, huddling together and frantically trying to figure out how to make the spell work.

Suddenly the atmosphere cooled down.

“I’ll do it, I can,” Cohen sighed.

Without him, the family would definitely fall apart—although, actually, without Cohen, it seems the Silver Key organization wouldn't have bothered with Edward and Rose...

Just focus on Cohen stopping the danger; don't worry about how the danger came about.
Ever since Edward saw Cohen use the Patronus Charm, he'd gotten used to Cohen always quietly learning some difficult spells.

Cohen should learn as many spells as possible, as long as he doesn't get addicted to dark magic—at least he can cast the Patronus Charm, which means he didn't learn any evil magic at school.

"Cohen! Do you need the panoramic telescope?" Harry and the others, carrying a bunch of souvenirs and spectator equipment they had bought, found Edward and Cohen, who were lagging behind.

Harry has already bought four telescopes, so the little gift will be delivered to Cohen regardless of whether he answers yes or no.

"It can replay the footage in slow motion! It can also flash the analysis of the match..." Harry enthusiastically introduced it to Cohen.

"Thank you, how much?" Cohen asked.

“No need!” Harry waved his hand. “Without you, Sirius might still be wanted, and you’ve helped so much since you came to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place…”

“Here, I bought a competition manual for each of you—it has the historical results of each team and the information of the players, so you won’t be confused when watching the game…” Hermione handed out the competition manuals to the three of them one by one.

After the shopping spree, Eduardo bought a bunch of flying broomstick models and miniature figures, while Cohen only bought an Irish team flag.

When watching a game, you always have to wave something along with the crowd, otherwise you'll seem a bit out of place.

The afternoon flew by, the competition would start in the evening, and it was unknown how long it would last—but even so, not many people would choose to catch up on sleep during the day.

As evening fell, a deep, resonant gong sounded from the distant forest beside the camp, accompanied by colorful lanterns hanging from the trees.

When it was time for the match, Cohen and Edward emerged from their tent and walked towards the stadium with the crowd.

"Here, take the binoculars." Cohen shoved them into Edward's hands. "I'll just wave a flag; I probably won't be able to see anything even with the binoculars anyway..."

"Hmm? Why?" Edward asked curiously.

"Because the emotions around me are so high," Cohen said, covering his face. "I might only be able to see those colorful emotions, and I don't know how long it will take to get used to it."

"Huh?" Edward had never heard Cohen mention this situation before. "If that's the case..."

“It’s okay. Take some time to ignore those emotions and you’ll see things clearly. So don’t be too alarmed if you notice my eyes starting to wander.” Cohen gave Edward a heads-up. “It’s normal.”

"Are you sure everything will be alright?" Edward asked worriedly. "Actually, I quite enjoy watching the game—"

“It’s fine,” Cohen said. “Besides, I need to watch the game—otherwise, why would I buy a flag?”

It is impossible to go home.

If they all go home now, how can Cohen lead the Silver Key and the Death Eaters to carry out attacks?

Edward was still a little worried, but at Cohen's insistence, they continued walking toward the arena.

Along the way, you can hear thousands of people walking around, shouting, laughing, and you can also hear intermittent singing.

This fervent excitement led Cohen to secretly eat a lot of food—after all, no one would notice that a ton of water was missing from a section of the sea.

The Aurors who maintained order had almost given up thinking.

Nearly 100,000 wizards from all over the world came to watch the competition. As for order... as long as no terrorists suddenly start wildly unleashing the Unforgivable Curse in the crowd, everything will be fine...

After emerging from the forest, they saw a huge stadium, from which only a portion of the magnificent golden walls could be seen.

"I need to figure out a way to get this thing into my box," Cohen thought to himself.

“Then your box might need an expansion,” Edward joked. “It took five hundred people a year to build, and it can hold one hundred thousand spectators—by the way, what do you need a Quidditch stadium for?”

“No, I just wanted to collect it; it looks more impressive,” Cohen said. “The castle foundation I laid before was still too small…”

“It’s not convenient to have such a big place to live,” Edward said. “Hogwarts needs hundreds of house-elves to keep it even remotely clean. You can’t expect Dobby to clean the entire castle by himself…”

They chatted all the way to the entrance, where Edward pulled two tickets out of his pocket.

"First class tickets!" the witch at the entrance said, glancing at their tickets. "Top tier box!"

“Arnold is pretty impressive,” Edward clicked his tongue. “First-class tickets are going for over a hundred gallons each—ordinary tickets are only one or two gallons.”

As Cohen ascended the stadium stairs, a sweet "pleasure" began to fill his vision. If the Dementors of Azkaban knew about this place, they would probably have quit long ago and left Azkaban at lightning speed to find other opportunities.

Edward pulled Cohen along, all the way to the very top—

Their seats were in a small private box with about twenty purple, gold-plated chairs arranged in two rows, each covered with soft cushions.

Due to the influence of the temperature-changing spell, the temperature remained stable in a very cool range, so no matter how restless the audience was, the viewing experience would not become unbearable.

Edward led Cohen to the first row of seats indicated on their tickets, leaned close to Cohen's ear, and asked, "Are you feeling better now, Cohen?"

“It doesn’t have to be this way of asking a patient about their condition…” Cohen’s lips twitched.

I was just surrounded by food, not so hungry that I almost fainted.

I just had dinner, so it shouldn't be that bad...

However, Cohen was somewhat surprised that his entire field of vision was not blocked this time, unlike in his first year.

Could it be the result of purifying the Philosopher's Stone? This suggests that pure-blooded Dementors don't actually have such a compulsive hunger...

“But I think I’ve gotten used to it,” Cohen added. “My vision is normal now—”

"That's good...that's good..." Edward breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the stadium below, wizards were taking their seats one after another, like a tide. Each tier of seats was arranged like steps, and everything was shrouded in a golden light, making the entire stadium look as smooth and velvety from above.

In the center of the arena, at the same level as the top-floor VIP box, floats a huge blackboard, on which a giant hand seems to be writing in a flamboyant style.

Cornflower: A flying broomstick suitable for the whole family—safe, reliable, and with a built-in anti-theft buzzer…

Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover...

It's clear that the Ministry of Magic, in addition to collecting ticket fees, also received a large sum of advertising revenue.

"Should we place some bets with Bagman today?" Edward said somewhat regretfully. "Actually, we could split it 50/50—if you hadn't told your mother..."

"I'm right about the match result, but voting for Bagman is not a good idea," Cohen said helplessly. "He'll go bankrupt and run away after the match; if you vote for him, you'll definitely lose everything..."

Upon hearing Cohen's words, Edward felt a sudden tightness in his chest and shifted his shoulders with a hint of lingering fear.

"Wait, what about Arthur's two kids..." Edward suddenly realized something, "Didn't they put all their allowance into it?"

“I don’t think they’d believe me even if I told them,” Cohen shook his head. “They were so eager to multiply their money, and Ron told me they wanted to save up to open a joke shop—”

Cohen's words were interrupted when others entered the box. The Weasleys came in first, and Fred and George were clearly having a lively discussion about where to open a shop in Diagon Alley after they made some money.

Then came Harry and Sirius. After tidying up his hair and beard, Sirius looked much more energetic, almost unrecognizable compared to when he was in prison.

Next came people from the Ministry of Magic—Arthur always had to stand up and shake hands with each person who came in, because those who came later were all high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic.

such as……

“Harry Potter! You know him!” Fudge was loudly introducing the “VIP” who would be in the box to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic as he walked in. After spotting Harry, he pulled him to Harry’s seat. “Harry Potter… Let me think, you should know who he is… the boy who escaped death from the clutches of the mysterious man…”

Upon seeing the scar on Harry's head, the Bulgarian minister immediately became excited and pointed at Harry, rattling off a long string of words.

However, neither Cohen nor Edward could understand Bulgarian.

"Edward!" Fudge greeted Edward with a smile. "How have you been these past few years?"

He also pretended to be friendly and patted Cohen's hair.

but……

The minister seemed to be showing signs of Parkinson's disease; his hand was visibly trembling when he touched Cohen's hair.

“It used to be alright, but the recent departmental inspections have made us a bit… impatient,” Edward said dryly.

"For safety reasons, for safety reasons..." Fudge said awkwardly, "At least there won't be any similar situations after the competition, didn't your application get approved..."

"I hope so," Edward said, not holding back.

Despite the awkwardness, Fudge still chatted with Cohen about whether he was having a good time at Hogwarts, acting like a close elder and junior.

What a contradiction...

Cohen was disgusted by Fudge's conflicted mindset of wanting to win him over but not daring not to keep an eye on him—wanting both ways was absurd.

The Malfoys, who came in later, also clashed with Mr. Weasley, but because Cohen was present and Ron was stuffing popcorn into Cohen's hands, Lucius did not directly speak rudely to the Weasleys.

Edward quietly handed Fred and George a small scroll of paper, telling them about Ludo Bagman's unreliability. Now Fred and George started looking around for Bagman.

“Dad, where’s Mr. Bagman?” Fred asked Mr. Weasley after the box was almost full. “We need to speak with him…”

"It can't be about 'additional investment'..." Arthur said, his face grim. "If Molly finds out, I'll definitely..."

"Bagman should be here soon, the match is about to start." Fudge also looked towards the door of the VIP box.

The next second, a round-headed man rushed in.

Ludo Bagman's face, which resembled a giant spherical cheese, was shining brightly—because…

"I just won another prize! Now the jackpot is going to be 150,000 Galleons!"

"The match, Ludo, the match," Fudge pulled back the excited Mr. Bagman and whispered a reminder.

“Oh, right, the competition—the competition—” Mr. Bagman rubbed his hands together and sat down on the right side of the second row where Fudge was.

The last two people to enter were Mr. Crouch, who had a very serious expression. Percy became so excited upon seeing him that he became restless—especially since Mr. Crouch's seat was right behind him.

The other man was bald, and no one else in the box recognized him—except Cohen.

The bald man sat down in the only empty seat, which was right to Cohen's left.

"..."

Cohen clenched his fists—

There's nothing wrong with attacking the Minister of Magic here, but why did they choose this guy out of the five?

"What are you doing?!" Edward growled.

Because he saw this person secretly kissing the hem of his son's robe shortly after he sat down.

(End of this chapter)