Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 334 My God, Mr. Cohen
“No way…” Harry looked at Cohen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In his opinion, Hermione would never agree to Krum's request—before the first project, Hermione was criticizing Krum for making noise wherever he went, especially in the library.

“You think it’s impossible too, right?” Ron relaxed and grinned. “Who would invite Hermione—I mean, us…”

"What are you laughing at—stop laughing!" Ginny angrily slapped Ron's hand.

Cohen guessed that Hermione had told Ginny not to tell Ron about her dancing with Krum—the reason being probably "so they wouldn't laugh at me."

At this moment, Hermione also returned to the lounge.

"Don't you guys need to eat?" Hermione asked as she came in and saw the four people huddled together. She walked over and sat down with them. "I brought you some food."

“Because—stop laughing!” Ginny said angrily, but her attempts to stop her were futile, so she simply told Hermione what had happened in one sentence: “Because Ron invited Fleur, and she refused!”

Ron stopped laughing.

“Thank you, Ginny,” Ron said with a stern face.

“All the pretty girls have been chosen, haven’t they, Ron?” Hermione said haughtily to Ron. “It’s alright, I’m sure you’ll find someone somewhere who’s willing to accept you.”

Ron glared at Hermione angrily at first, but then his expression changed from anger to surprise.

"Hermione..."

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked at him strangely.

"You're a girl—"

“Your observation skills are quite sharp,” Hermione said sharply. “It took you three years to figure that out, huh?”

“I mean, you’re a good girl… You can choose between me and Harry—or Cohen, he said two girls are fighting for him, so he’s got a dance partner… Wait, you two haven’t already made plans, have you?” Ron thought of a terrible possibility. “You two aren’t dance partners, are you? You haven’t said who you’re with, but it just so happens…”

“No, I didn’t make an appointment with Hogwarts,” Cohen said.

"What?!" Harry felt like he'd been saying "what" all day.

“Then let’s choose between Harry and me,” Ron urged. “We need a dance partner, otherwise we’ll be too embarrassed—everyone else has one—”

“I can’t go with you.” Hermione’s face suddenly turned red. “I’ve already promised someone else.”

"Is it Krum?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Hermione's eyes widened, then she looked at Ginny.

“No, I didn’t say that!” Ginny immediately raised her hands and said.

“Krum told us he likes you.” Harry didn’t want Ginny to misunderstand.

"What?!" Ron's ears turned bright red. "Who?! Krum? Didn't you say Krum was just a big, dumb oaf with a big name but no substance?!"

"At least he invited me!"

Hermione said angrily,

"Just because it took you three years to find out I'm a girl doesn't mean others can't! If you think there's something wrong with my choice, then don't wait until the very end, when you're desperate, to think of me!"

Hermione stormed back to the girls' dormitory without looking back.

“You guys didn’t even tell me Krum liked Hermione!” Ron said to Korn and Harry. “Because I also thought Hermione would never like Krum,” Harry explained.

"If you had invited her earlier, wouldn't she have chosen you?" Cohen shook his head regretfully. "'Boyfriend or Krum,' remember what I asked you before?"

Ron now looks like he's sulking.

“Ginny?” Harry suddenly noticed there was another girl there.

“Hey, right!” Ron looked up. “Ginny, why don’t you go with Harry—Harry needs a dance partner…I’ll pass—”

“This…no.” Ginny looked a little nervous, and a little regretful. “I already promised Neville—after Hermione rejected him, he invited me…I was thinking, since I’m not even in fourth year yet, I can’t go to the ball without an invitation…”

“Then Cohen—” Harry thought of another seemingly impossible but last resort solution and turned to look at Cohen. “Are you saying… two girls got into a fight over you?”

“Hmm.” Cohen nodded. “What are you going to do—oh…you want to get something out of me?”

“I need a dance partner…” Harry said desperately, “otherwise I’ll become a laughingstock… I can pay you—”

"Then it can't be sold?" Cohen clicked his tongue. "It'll be a bit difficult, but there's still a week left, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Does your dance partner have any other friends or anything?" Ron seemed to see a glimmer of hope. "Anything is fine—as long as it's a woman..."

"Really anything is possible?" Cohen asked with interest.

"A girl will do, I don't care about anything else!" Ron said defiantly. "Otherwise, not only will I become a laughing stock, but Hermione will also make fun of me for a long time to come—"

"Alright, there are still several days left, we can give it a try." Cohen said with a wicked grin.

Now the little snake monster doesn't have to compete with the unicorn anymore, and Sissoko doesn't have to be sullen anymore—three wishes fulfilled at once.

“My God, Mr. Cohen!” Ron said gratefully, “Thank you so much! I suddenly feel alive again!”

"Phew..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
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By the time Cohen returned to the box, the outcome was already decided.

The unicorn won against the basilisk with a slightly higher alcohol tolerance and a funnier joke—originally, there was supposed to be a resurrection match where the unicorn would eat a goat, but since the unicorn was a herbivore, the goat did not agree to Sissoko and the old basilisk's request.

The little basilisk looked sullen and curled up in a ball, while Sissoko and the old basilisk stood on either side of it, trying to coax it.

"Don't be sad, there's still a chance to dance." Cohen stroked the snake's head, which was pressed against the bottom of its coiled body. "I'm going to take three of them out for Christmas."

"Really?" the little snake monster said sullenly.

"Really," Cohen said. "I have two friends who also need dance partners; you can go out with them."

The little snake monster instantly perked up.

【Great!】

【Three…】Sissoko pondered, 【One unicorn, one Sophia—hey, so will you take me with you? Can I dance with you?】

"Very clever," Cohen said. "But not entirely correct."

"I don't dance with humans." Sissoko immediately realized what was going on and refused, "Your friend is male, so it's even more impossible!"

"You said it yourself," Cohen chuckled. "Then your body will be a girl's, it'll all be the same."

(End of this chapter)