Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 319 It's clearly a movie for three people.

I was so focused on the dragon that I forgot about this today—

“Your dad and your uncle started fighting as soon as they met,” Arnold said.

“That’s just too much,” Cohen said, frowning.

“Indeed—oh wait, what the hell are you talking about?!” Arnold’s eyes widened.

“**, I hope you never understand this word…” Cohen said regretfully.

“The problem is, I know it…” Arnold said, “Where did you learn that word—was Edward teaching you?”

"I didn't know before, but now you've taught me."

Cohen said logically,

I'll tell my dad—

Arnold took a deep breath.

Calm down—he should have realized the danger of dealing with Edward's son the first time he met Cohen.

"Why aren't you angry? If you're not angry, I'll want to bully you even more." Cohen sighed.

"It's like you wouldn't make a fuss if I got angry..." Arnold said helplessly, "Alright, they're all inside—"

Arnold had led Cohen to the edge of the field, where two tents had been set up. Cohen recognized the light blue one as the tent he had stayed in during the World Cup.

However, the noises and screams that can be heard now are coming from the brown tent next door.

"Herbert survived for so long?" Cohen asked in surprise.

"Aren't you worried at all that your uncle might get beaten to death?" Arnold asked, bewildered. "No wonder you didn't seem worried the whole way here—"

“I’m worried.” Cohen moved closer to the tent, listening intently to what was happening inside. “But considering you’ve already made the trip, and given Edward and Rose’s DPS, Herbert is probably already dead. There’s no use in worrying.”

"Now you can tell he's not dead yet, can't you?" Arnold asked. "Aren't you going in to stop him?"

"It's because they've been fighting for so long and haven't died that I want to hear what's going on here," Cohen said.

“That makes sense.” Arnold’s face twitched twice.

There were no incantations inside the tent, only the sounds of hand-to-hand combat.

"Brother-in-law, stop hitting me—stop—I didn't mean to—no—"

"Ow—"

"Wrong—"

All that could be heard were Herbert's cries of pain—Cohen felt he could already picture it in his mind.

Edward is riding on Herbert and beating up his brother-in-law. How could such a scene happen...?

Having heard nothing interesting, Cohen lifted the tent flap and went inside.

This is a simple two-bedroom, one-living-room structure, which looks like a standard travel tent provided by the Ministry of Magic.

Herbert, his face bruised and swollen, lay on the ground, Edward straddling him, his fist raised high. But because Cohen had entered, the punch remained suspended in mid-air.

Rose, who was "very good at fighting," did not join the fight between the two. She sat to the side with slightly red eyes, whether it was because seeing Herbert reminded her of her "dead" child, or because Edward was fighting her brother.

Edward and Rose immediately noticed Cohen entering, while Herbert, after Edward stopped, laboriously lifted his head slightly from under Edward to get a clear look at Cohen in the doorway. "..."

Cohen didn't know what to say—Herbert had previously said that he hadn't told Rose the truth because he felt he deserved it.

But Cohen felt that Herbert's decision was just to ease his own conscience, because Rose had lost not only her son in that snowy field, but also her brother.

"Cohen, didn't you go to class?" Edward quickly scrambled off Herbert, looking somewhat flustered.

They didn't want this scene to appear in front of Cohen—there was no need for Cohen to see the conflicts of the previous generation.

Especially given Cohen's current state, Edward always felt that if Cohen found out that Herbert was one of the murderers of the original "Cohen," Herbert might not be able to save his life.

Although he and Rose were indeed furious about Herbert's past actions, Herbert also spared a part of his soul to atone for his mistakes and dutifully served more than a decade in prison at the manor ruins. Furthermore, Cohen had previously said that "Herbert was quite good to me"...

They hoped that Cohen would live a more sunny and happy life.

“We’re just—” Edward tried to explain, “catching up after not seeing each other for so long—”

“Mom cried, I’m not stupid.” Cohen pursed his lips.

"It's my fault, it's my fault..." Herbert lay on the ground, too afraid to open his eyes again. "I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have come..."

"Why did you bring Cohen here?" Edward took a step forward, grabbed Arnold who was trying to hide in a corner and watch the show, and whispered in his ear, "How am I supposed to explain this now..."

“The way you looked like you were about to kill Herbert was unsettling to everyone…” Arnold argued in a low voice, “I couldn’t stop him, and if he died, I’d have to file a report—Scrimgeour said the Ministry wants him alive in the audience to salvage some of the Ministry’s image…”

“It’s okay, Cohen, I just…” Rose hugged Cohen, who had come closer, “I didn’t cry…”

It appears that Rose is comforting Cohen, but in reality, it is Cohen comforting Rose.

Rose's depressed mood improved significantly after hugging Cohen.

"So, are you going to explain to me why this is happening, or should I tell you the truth?" Cohen slipped out of Rose's arms, his gaze sweeping over Edward, Herbert, and Rose.

“This is hard to explain…” Edward looked at Rose, seemingly seeking her opinion, but then he suddenly realized what Cohen had said. “No, what is the truth you’re talking about?”

Cohen's gaze lingered on Herbert, causing Edward and Rose to also turn their attention to Herbert.

Now he can no longer close his eyes and wait for someone to scold or beat him.

“I, I said I didn’t want to…” Herbert opened his eyes. His gray hair made him look decades older than Edward—even though he was actually only ten years older than Edward.

He sat on the ground, hunched over, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“But you can’t keep going on like this,” Cohen said. “Neither I nor your Cohen think it’s good—and do you think Edward and the others will feel any better if you get beaten up?”

"..."

Herbert remained silent for a moment.

"So... Cohen, what happened between you and him?" Edward was still confused. "What happened?"

The last sentence was addressed to Herbert.

But Herbert hesitated to speak.

"Shall I speak?" Cohen asked Herbert.

Herbert took a deep breath and nodded.

(End of this chapter)