Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 314 What does it mean that Herbert Edward and Rose will both be watching the game?!
Over the next week, Harry would go to Cohen every few hours to learn spells. Due to the high frequency, Cohen, somewhat tired of it, simply threw Harry into the Room of Requirement and dragged a chimera out of its trunk to be Harry's teacher in his place.

"But don't goats not use wands?" Harry said, puzzled.

“The principle is the same; it’s read all kinds of books,” Cohen said. “Don’t worry, just learn from it.”

“I have a general understanding of most spells, as long as they aren’t too obscure,” the goat said calmly. “When practicing spells, please keep a distance from the lion; it didn’t sleep last night and is currently taking a nap.”

"Snoring..." The lion's snoring was very steady, with a snot bubble hanging from its nose, making it look very "fairytale-like"—of course, if it were woken up, the scene would become very "adult".

After leaving Harry behind, Cohen will go and keep an eye on the Weasley brothers' betting situation.

Cohen would consider whether to place a bet himself depending on the size of the board, since he was the trader and it wouldn't be right not to make a profit.

Fred and George were easy to find; Cohen spotted them in the owl shed, where the two appeared to be buying something through the postman.

"Zoko?" Cohen appeared from behind the two of them.

"Phew—that scared us to death!" George patted his chest.

“I thought it was Filch.” Fred was also startled. “We’re buying ingredients to improve Fat Tongue Toffee and Canary Cookies so that the pranks don’t have any long-term side effects.”

“We’ve already started the betting,” George said. “Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and even some Slytherin students have joined. I really didn’t expect them to dare to enter our betting pool…”

"Are you planning to rip them off?" Cohen raised his eyebrows.

“We’re not that tasteless, and they don’t need to cheat us.” Fred covered his mouth and laughed. “We have many bets, some where a champion wins alone, and some where several champions win together—even though the odds of you and Harry winning together are 1 to 10, no one from Slytherin has voted for you, but three students from Ravenclaw have voted quite a bit for you, and so has Gryffindor.”

"Overall, the profits are decent. We'll be launching our first project in a little over a week. How about we do a phased approach?" Cohen suggested. "Like, ranking the first project?"

"You know about this too?" Fred asked in surprise.

“I’m not sure about that, so my suggestion is to start a small event to create an atmosphere. Once someone has tasted success, they will naturally increase their bets, or we can attract other passersby who haven’t participated yet to join…” Cohen said.

“That makes sense.” Fred nodded.

“We’ll get on with it in a bit—five Warriors, pick the number one,” George said.

After the Weasley brothers sent out the purchase order, they hurriedly climbed down the tower. At the same time, an owl who rarely visited entered the Owl Shack.

“Your message.” The Earl flapped his wings and landed next to Cohen.

“You’ve been following me!” Cohen said.

“Nonsense, I’m your owl.” The Earl said lazily, “Your dad said he’ll come to watch your match. The families of the warriors in the Triwizard Tournament can enter the school during the event.”

“Oh,” Cohen said.

“There’s another piece of news, which I overheard—but you’ll probably find out soon enough,” the Count said. “So I feel that not telling you isn’t really…”

"Even passing a message requires installments?" Cohen urged. "Hurry up, what did you overhear?" "Crouch went back to Hogwarts today, probably to inform you of something, maybe more than one, but I only heard one," the Earl said. "The Ministry of Magic has granted Herbert permission to come to Hogwarts to watch the Triwizard Tournament."

"Because of Rita's report?" Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Is it that useful?"

“How would I know?” the Earl said. “If that were the case, how bored would old Barty have to be to recount the whole story to thin air? I think I should switch careers and become a spy, specializing in eavesdropping on crucial secrets. Nobody would care whether an owl heard them or not…”

“The Animagus have taken care of this, so your job prospects are very limited.” Cohen shook his head. “Besides, the wizarding world is only so big. No one will hire you for three Galleons a week just because you’re an owl that can eavesdrop on the neighbors.”

“Then I’ll be this damned owl messenger for the rest of my life,” the Earl said sadly.

The Earl has flown away, most likely back to the Room of Requirement to sleep—so he can also witness Harry's hypnotic practice of spells.

And indeed, as the Earl had said, Mr. Crouch had come to Hogwarts today specifically to have a word with Cohen.

"Mr. Norton."

On the third-floor corridor, Cohen ran into Crouch, who immediately called out to him.

“Some information needs to be communicated in advance, and I need to inform every warrior,” Crouch said. “During the project, your relatives can come to the stands to watch—this spot requires filling out an application form, which your parents filled out, as did your uncle Herbert, who lives at Burke Manor.”

“I didn’t think the Ministry of Magic would release him,” Cohen said, raising an eyebrow.

“The original verdict was indeed too harsh.” Crouch paused. “The decision to grant a temporary reprieve was made by the Wizengamo Council, and now we are mainly seeking your opinion.”

"Of course I'm fine with anything..." Cohen said nonchalantly.

Wait a minute, Herbert, Edward, Rose... are they going to watch the same kid play in the same stands in the same stadium?

Given that there are still some misunderstandings between Rose and Herbert, their attention may soon shift from Cohen to their fighting.

Especially since Cohen had heard Edward and Tonks say that Rose was a formidable fighter, and Herbert, with his skinny arms and legs and malnourished appearance, seemed like he'd be easily crushed...

"When will the family members arrive? A day in advance? Or on the day of the match?" Cohen asked.

“Usually it’s a day in advance, and Hogwarts needs to provide temporary accommodation,” Crouch said. “So I’ve relayed your message. Next, I need to go and say a few words to the other warriors, especially Durmstrang’s.”

Arriving a day early is fine...

At least Cohen had time to get them to make peace, so that he wouldn't have to wait until the end of the game to see Herbert's unconscious "corpse" in the stands.

“There’s one more thing,” Mr. Crouch suddenly turned around before leaving and solemnly reminded Cohen, “It’s best not to say anything ambiguous in front of Rita Skeeter next time.”

That verdict was also related to Crouch; Cohen's actions had implicated a number of veteran Ministry of Magic officials.

(End of this chapter)