Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 330 What?! Your mom?!
The day after the game, the Warriors' families had to go home—Rose and Mr. Diggory had to work, Edward had to go out, and Herbert—

“You have to go back to jail, it’ll be tough,” Cohen said to Herbert in his tent as they said goodbye.

“Cohen!” Edward reminded him seriously.

“You two are the most idle,” Cohen said, pointing. “Even I have to go to school, and you two are the only ones in the family who don’t have to do anything—so I found Herbert a great pastime.”

"What pastime?" Herbert asked Cohen with a smile.

"Aren't you going to find me something to do?" Edward asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“You’re not very reliable,” Cohen said, waving his finger. “I don’t think you have enough time.”

After saying that, Cohen took out a newly made small cloth bag, which made a clattering sound as if a heavy object was inside when he shook it.

"What is this?" Edward seemed even more curious than Herbert.

“My unfinished homework,” Cohen nodded seriously. “It comes with a quill pen and parchment, and it’s due next month. With this, Herbert won’t be bored while he’s in jail—”

"Has this always been your family's style?" Arnold asked Edward stiffly. "I remember you used to say you wanted to raise your son to be a positive, optimistic, and cheerful person..."

“Am I not optimistic and cheerful enough?” Cohen retorted. “I used to be very introverted—now I can even talk to people.”

"You didn't mention a single word of the positive and uplifting part of the first half of the sentence, did you?" Arnold pointed out Cohen's problem without any mercy.

“I can’t say,” Edward sighed.

“You still have to do your homework yourself…” Herbert’s smile froze slightly, but he still took Cohen’s bag. “But if it’s too heavy, I can help you carry some of it… It’s just that you might not remember the things from before very clearly…”

"It doesn't matter." Cohen waved his hand dismissively. "Do I look like the kind of person who cares about grades?"

“I’m still here. What nonsense are you talking about?” Edward finally realized his responsibility as a father. “I care.”

“No one would hire a Dementor,” Cohen said, turning his head away. “And I wouldn’t be a slave to it.”

Although he didn't say anything, Edward seemed to have been wavering for a long time before making up his mind and giving up.

The first step in corrupting Edward with power has been successful.

Cohen watched them pack up their tent. Before leaving Hogwarts, Edward mentioned to Herbert that he wanted to spend Christmas with her this year—after all, Herbert was not allowed to leave Burke Manor under normal circumstances.

As one of the Warriors, Cohen has to stay at school this year because of the "Christmas Ball" and can't go home for Christmas, so it's highly likely that he will spend Christmas with Edward, Rose, Herbert, and Martha.

"When do you need to finish your assignment and hand it in?" Herbert asked Cohen as he was leaving.

“No need to hand it in.” Cohen waved Edward away as he Apparated away, then patted Herbert’s slightly hunched back. “You don’t really think I’d leave the homework for you to do, do you? That’s what owls do.”

Herbert didn't understand Cohen's last sentence.

When did doing homework become something owls are supposed to do?
“It’s a good way to kill time if you open it again when you get back, but I’ve already finished playing with it,” Cohen said. “Don’t let Edward find out—he made it, and I feel like he’ll be upset if I give it to you so directly.” Herbert looked somewhat flattered—Cohen didn’t know how to describe this state, but it was clear that Herbert was very touched, and there was a hint of guilt in his expression.

After seeing off all his relatives, Cohen returned to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

"That's wonderful. You actually gave the sandbox you played with the longest to your father, the one you spend the least time with," the Earl said, moved. "He's so thoughtful. I don't have a son like that..."

“Let me correct you, you do have a son like that,” Cohen said.

"You mean..." The count's eyes were filled with the desire to take advantage of Cohen.

“You don’t even have a son,” Cohen said. “You’re trying to take advantage of me? Just because my parents are many doesn’t mean I’ll be a son for life.”

"Then call me Uncle Owl?" the Earl retorted, "I'm older than half your parents combined—"

“Oh my, how come someone as capable as you became a pet?” Cohen said mercilessly, then pointed to the pile of homework spread out on the table and said to the Earl, “Go and do my homework. It’s due on Thursday.”

"Why don't you do it yourself! This is clearly last week's homework!" the count said angrily. "You'd rather lie here and daydream; I haven't seen you touch a pen for the past two weeks!"

"I need to prepare for the competition," Cohen said matter-of-factly. "It's tough!"

“All your preparation time combined hasn’t even been half an hour!” the count said.

"Half an hour rounds up to an hour, sixty minutes rounds up to a hundred minutes, and an hour and forty minutes rounds up to two hours..."

As Cohen opened the box, he argued with the Earl:
"Rounding it up, that's seven hundred hours. I spent seven hundred hours preparing, and you're saying my preparation time was too short—alright, I need to go check on Norber. That new mother dragon should be settled in by now. Once the eggs hatch, I'll be able to harvest a batch of dragon cubs, and the whole box will be bustling with activity..."

After saying that, Cohen jumped into the box, leaving the Earl with the final words, "Remember to use green ink for your astronomy homework, not blue."

“I insist on using blue,” the count said sullenly.
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Upon arriving at the box, the fiery scene that Cohen had anticipated did not materialize, indicating that the new Rathalos adapted to its new environment very quickly.

However, only one dragon can be seen in the wilderness.

"Why is Norber all alone here?" Cohen looked at Norber lying on his back on the ground, then turned to the Chimera that had followed him and asked, "Isn't the dragon it likes going to take over its den?"

"You like them?" The goat's voice chuckled. "No, child, they're not partners—and they're both female dragons, haven't you noticed?"

"It's not a relationship. Norber was so excited when he first saw it. I thought it was going to be a lesbian too - I was just planning to leave the UK as soon as I graduated."

Cohen frowned, and a somewhat rare idea popped into his head.

"Wait—no way..."

“That’s its mother,” said the goat. “The lion said so—it can distinguish the roars of those fire dragons.”

(End of this chapter)