Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 315 The Box of the Myriamon Flies In!

Ambiguous?
Next time, if I speak more directly, there will be no ambiguity.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Crouch, Cohen returned to the Room of Requirement.

Harry's training continues; he is learning a spell from a goat that turns a person's nose into a mushroom.

"You don't think the first project will be fighting someone, do you?" Cohen asked Harry.

“Still no good…” Harry shook his wand in frustration. The dummy in front of him only had a few mushroom spots on the tip of its nose. “I’d rather fight a human—I can’t even imagine how I would fight a basilisk or a chimera with just a wand…”

“Forget about the basilisk,” Cohen shook his head. “Not every basilisk has the glasses I made for Sissoko and the others—isn’t putting a basilisk in the arena murdering the audience?”

“Learning some functional spells is more useful than powerful ones, child,” the goat suggested. “Many magical creatures are difficult to harm directly from spells, so you’ll need some special spells.”

"For example?" Harry looked at the goat expectantly.

"Like the Inflation Charm, the Freezing Charm, the Summoning Charm, and so on?" the goat said.

“Ah…” Harry cried out in anguish upon hearing the summoning charm, a spell he had failed to cast countless times. “Don’t even mention the summoning charm—every time I try, it feels like there’s a wall surrounding me, and nothing can get through that wall to fly towards me…”

“Mindset, mindset is the most important thing.” Cohen patted Harry on the shoulder. “Start by practicing summoning spells. If you really encounter a situation you can’t handle, just put the goats in a box and then use the Summoning Charm on the box to provide off-site assistance.”

"Huh?" Harry's eyes widened. "You can do that?"

“Why is it a foul if something is summoned by magic with a wand through skill?” Cohen raised his eyebrows. “The rules only say ‘you may only bring a wand into the arena.’”

"Like this?" Harry looked at the goat expectantly.

“I have no objection,” the goat said kindly.

"Roar..." the lion grumbled in its dream.

"It sounds like it has something to say, but ignore it," said the long-horned water snake. "We'll run away after the competition."

“That sounds like a lot of buzz.” Cohen stroked his chin. “It would also create the illusion that you’d win the championship solo—let’s do it.”

"What—wait, I'm not ready—how am I going to drag such a huge chimera to the arena—how big is that box?" Harry wasn't mentally prepared.

“Little Harry, you don’t want to be the only warrior making a fool of himself on the field, do you?” Cohen smirked.

“But…” Harry was a little flustered. He looked at the chimera’s size, which was like a small truck, and then at the wand in his hand.

“You just keep practicing.” Cohen straightened Harry’s head and then reminded the goat, “Give him a little push, I’m going to spread the rumors.”

"What rumors—" Harry asked in alarm.

"You'll understand once you've mastered the summoning charm," Cohen said, leaving Harry behind and departing from the Room of Requirement.

Even if Harry hadn't mastered the Summoning Charm during the match, the goat would still have been able to reach him—because Korn's chimera could fly.

However, considering Harry's acting skills, Cohen still felt that having him use spells voluntarily would make it less likely for him to give himself away.
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On the Saturday before the project began, Hogwarts approved a trip to Hogsmeade for students in their third year and above, allowing them to prepare a wave of snacks and celebratory items for the game.

“Why don’t you two go for a walk to clear your heads?” Hermione reminded Cohen and Harry at Saturday breakfast. “The competition starts next Tuesday, and you two seem to be under a lot of pressure.” Hermione was now unsure whether their heated discussion of the rumors was due to mental breakdown caused by excessive pressure or because they weren’t under any pressure at all.

"You've been saying all this about me outside?!" Harry grabbed Cohen menacingly. "Saying I've mastered a terrifying spell—now everyone's coming up to me asking if I've learned the Death Curse!"

He had just escaped from a group of younger Gryffindor students who had heard rumors that "Harry Potter is practicing a very powerful spell in order to pass the competition."

“That goat really knows that spell. Why don’t you learn it too?” Cohen tried to change the subject.

“When did summoning charms become such deadly spells?” Harry exclaimed.

“The more outrageous the rumors, the more people will bet on you,” Cohen said matter-of-factly. “If more people bet on you, fewer people will bet on me, and that’s how I can raise my odds—you make it look convincing on the outside, and I’ll give you a 10% cut?”

“That means Rita will start writing outrageous things in the newspapers again…” Harry said, not really willing to back down.

"Twenty percent."

Sirius will laugh at me—

“Thirty percent, that’s the most I can do,” Cohen said. “You’ll have at least four or five hundred Galleons, any more would be impolite.”

"Should I occasionally emit some green light with my wand?" Harry changed his mind, "like when I'm spacing out in public?"

“You guys…” Hermione said, covering her face.

"Hermione, what did you just say?" Harry suddenly remembered that Hermione seemed to have been about to say something to them.

“Let’s go to Hogsmeade to clear our heads…” Hermione pursed her lips. “Ron will be going too, you can—”

“Then I won’t go,” Harry said.

“It’s not that bad…” Cohen clicked his tongue.

“Ron wanted to make up with you,” Hermione sighed. “He didn’t really want to—”

“If he really wants to make up with me, he should come and tell me he shouldn’t have doubted me,” Harry said angrily. “And Cohen too.”

“You didn’t have to force me to come along like this.” Cohen’s lips twitched. “It sounds like I’m a freebie.”

“Could you… try explaining to him again?” Hermione said with a troubled expression. “Harry, Cohen, I know you both really want to make up with Ron.”

“I’m rather introverted,” Cohen said, using his usual self-assessment to stall for time.

“I have no intention of making up with him,” Harry said very dishonestly.

"Then why don't you want to go to Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked, getting straight to the heart of the matter. "If you really hated Ron, you wouldn't be avoiding him, would you?"

“That’s not how it is. I’ll go with Cohen then,” Harry said immediately. “Cohen is enough—Ron is fine too.”

“The more I listen, the stranger it gets,” Cohen said, frowning.

(End of this chapter)