Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 326 Damn it, the female dragon I raised couldn't possibly be a lesbian.
Krum looks like he's been caught cheating by his lover.

Out of curiosity, Cohen moved next to Krum and began “Cohen-style socializing” to Harry’s incredulous gaze.

"oioi," Cohen called out to Krum, "Nervous?"

Krum nodded stiffly, but he seemed more willing to make eye contact with Cohen than with Harry—because he deliberately avoided looking in Harry's direction.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" Cohen asked, quite bluntly. "His girlfriend was really nervous when Harry left today—"

“Cohen!” Harry growled, “I don’t have a girlfriend!”

It was hard for Krum not to hear Harry's words.

However, when he heard Harry say "I don't have a girlfriend," Krum suddenly looked up, looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, then at Cohen, and opened his mouth as if to ask something.

However, the hibiscus event ended quickly, and Krum's name was already being heard outside.

“I have to go to the match,” Krum said hurriedly to Cohen. “Could I wait outside for a bit after the match? I have some questions—”

“Viktor Krum!” Moody poked his head into the tent from outside and said gruffly, “Your turn.”

"Coming!" Krum quickly went over.

Now only Cohen and Harry are left.

“Why are you telling Krum all this?” Even though no one was around, Harry’s voice was unconsciously lowered. “You know I don’t have a girlfriend—it’s all made up in the Daily Prophet—”

“But Krum isn’t like that.” Cohen raised his eyebrows. “He likes Hermione, haven’t you noticed?”

“Huh?” Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Guess why he kept avoiding your gaze?" Cohen grinned. "Because the newspapers said you were Hermione's boyfriend—that's why he was afraid to look at you. But when you said you didn't have a girlfriend, he suddenly perked up—"

“But Hermione wouldn’t like him, would she?” Harry said, puzzled. “I heard her say the other day that Krum makes a racket wherever he goes, and that Lansky’s feint was some kind of ‘cheating fake thing’…”

“Women aren’t necessarily like that,” Cohen said with great experience. “A young girl’s first love is often determined by hormones—”

Harry shook his head noncommittally; he still didn't think Hermione and Krum would end up together.

Soon, Harry had no time to think about gossip.

After Krum finishes his match, Harry is next.

“Don’t be nervous, just throw the spell right into its eyes,” Cohen told Harry. “Then run over, grab the golden egg, and run—it’s that simple.”

"I hope so." Harry took a deep breath.

"Harry Potter!" Harry's name rang out from outside.

Cohen was the only one left in the tent.

Outside, there was a deafening commotion as everyone discussed how Harry would deal with the dragon.

If nothing unexpected happens, Cohen thinks the audience will be disappointed—because Harry will use the same methods as Krum, and "repetition" is exactly what the audience dislikes seeing.

But accidents always happen after "if nothing unexpected happens".

"Very audacious! Oh no, the beetle seems to be getting a little agitated—it's starting to crawl around everywhere—"

Immediately following was the sharp screech of the Hungarian wood bee.

Cohen curiously peeked outside with his soul.

Harry did use the Eye-Brain Curse—but the audience cheered excitedly as if it were the first time they had ever seen it.

So... Krum didn't use the Eye Disease Curse?
Something had gone off track, and Cohen was certain it wasn't because he'd just talked to Krum about "girlfriends."

Despite some setbacks, Harry got the golden egg. Next up was Cohen's turn.

"Cohen Norton!"

Cohen's name rang out from outside.

Cohen straightened his clothes and strode out.

"Are you ready?" Moody, who was guarding outside, asked Cohen in a low voice. "Your father made a bet with me; he bet five Galleons that you'll get the highest score."

"I'll try," Cohen said uncertainly.

"I bet you'll come in second, don't put too much pressure on yourself," Moody grinned.

It's hard to say whether Moody's words of comfort will actually work. Cohen wasn't under any pressure at all—now he can only watch helplessly as Edward loses five Galleons.

Putting aside the fact that Umbridge replaced Fudge as referee, Cohen's next move alone is far from perfect.

He had arranged with Norbert to crush as many eggs as possible so that Cohen could take advantage of the chaos and steal more dragon eggs without being discovered.

"The last warrior!" Lee shouted excitedly. "He's stepped onto the field! What method will he choose to deal with the Norwegian Spinosaurus!"

Around the circular arena, cheers from the stands came in waves. Even though most of them weren't really familiar with Cohen, and even though they might not have really wanted Cohen to win, they still let out their primal shouts at this moment.

No wonder so many people like to show off—it feels really good.

Upon entering the arena, Cohen quickly spotted Edward and his friends in the stands—Cohen didn't understand why he could find his parents among the densely packed souls, as if he could pinpoint their location with a simple scan.

Cohen waved in their direction, then turned his attention to the fire dragon at the other end of the enclosure.

It looks remarkably similar to Norber, except that it has many scars on its scales, making it appear to have been through many battles and is extremely fierce.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus crouched beside its nest, guarding its eggs, its eyes fixed on Cohen—the aura emanating from Cohen made it sense an unusual danger.

"He walked straight towards the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon! But so far he hasn't used any spells—what exactly is Cohen going to do!" Lee began to guide the audience's attention. "The dragon is somewhat angry—we don't know why it spread its wings before Cohen even got close to the center area, something that has never happened in other Warriors games!"

The Norwegian Spinosaurus chose to take the initiative—it felt that the strange creature in front of it would be extremely dangerous if it got too close.

"Look—Cohen is raising his wand—" Lee exclaimed.

"Portalium Evoco".

As the fire dragon lunged fiercely at him, Cohen simply raised his wand and uttered a spell that almost no one on the field knew.

A blinding flash of white light appeared, and then the spell shot from the tip of Cohen's wand tore a huge rift between him and the Norwegian Spinosaurus. From the other side of the rift, another adult Norwegian Spinosaurus pounced out.

“Merlin’s beard!” Lee was so shocked he was almost speechless. “What kind of spell is that—I believe most people haven’t heard of it—in fact, I haven’t either—and another fire dragon flew out of it!”

"Two fire dragons are locked in combat! Should the safety personnel—wait a minute…"

Li's voice abruptly stopped.

Because the two dragons stopped fighting at the same time in less than five seconds.

"Why aren't they moving?" Li exclaimed in bewilderment. "They look like they're being controlled by some kind of profound magic—"

Cohen's face had now darkened.

I wish it were some kind of magic.

But this is clearly not magic.

Norber seemed to have taken a liking to the female dragon, and its tail began to wag rapidly.

(End of this chapter)