Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 362 "That scoundrel Cohen actually did this to a female classmate"

Edward, feeling like he was trying to escape, even slowed down his cooking. By the time everyone was able to eat, it was already dark outside.

Edward has never dared to take the first step towards becoming Minister of Magic.

“Power can change a person inside and out,” Edward said in an extremely serious tone.

“That’s something you stole from Dumbledore,” Cohen said dismissively. “That law is useless to you. I don’t believe you’ll give up Dungeons & Dragons if you become Minister of Magic—because if work conflicts with your hobbies, I think you’ll resign without hesitation.”

“That’s true.” Edward raised his eyebrows.

"When will you ever have a sense of responsibility?" Rose said regretfully.

“Not going to the Ministry of Magic is my greatest sense of responsibility,” Edward said abruptly.

"Then I'll never be able to live the life of a spoiled and extravagant second-generation official..." Cohen said disappointedly.

That's what they say, but Cohen feels that Edward will eventually be promoted to that position.

Even if he didn't want to, after Cohen dealt with Voldemort, the remaining people in the Ministry of Magic would definitely do everything they could to promote Edward...

Cohen stayed there until late at night. Given that the two tents couldn't accommodate five single beds, Cohen eventually decided to go back to his dormitory.

Back in his dorm, Cohen was pleased to see that the Gryffindor students had lost their enthusiasm for the details of the second project; at least the common room wasn't too noisy.

However, Ron still seemed unsatisfied.
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However, students are cyclical creatures; they will discuss a hot topic repeatedly for at least a week before giving up.

The next day, after Charms class, Cohen and Harry encountered a group of Ravenclaw students who came to ask them about some project details.

As luck would have it—each of the four of them was a participant: two warriors and two hostages.

The tedious explanation work was handed over to the enthusiastic Ron by Harry and Cohen, who had adapted the original project into a fight between him and fifty fully armed merfolk, which he fought bare-handed and held firm for a long time before being tied up.

“But it’s okay, I have experience.” Ron assured a fourth-year Ravenclaw girl confidently, “Now I hide my wand in my sleeve every day, and I can subdue those mermaids if I want to.”

"What are you planning to do? Snort at them?" Hermione sharply interrupted Ron's boasting, annoyed by the constant questioning about her relationship with Krum.

“The joke is that the troll language sounds exactly like snoring. This is Hermione talking to Ron—” Cohen said, tilting his head toward Harry.

“Stop it, Cohen. It feels like you’ve been corrupted by the Earl your whole life…” Harry stopped Cohen from telling a lame joke. “To be honest, I actually thought Hermione’s line was pretty funny…”

“A funny joke doesn’t become less funny just because you analyze the punchline.” Fred appeared behind the two of them from some corner of the corridor.

“Our dear brother is dealing with the most sensitive issues of adolescence,” George chimed in. “But that’s not the point—”

“Cohen, guess how much we made this time?” Fred said, putting his arm around Cohen’s shoulder.

"Three hundred million?" Cohen asked.

“You’ve always had a knack for breaking the ice,” George said. “Three hundred million—you wouldn’t even have that much money if you dug Merlin out of the ground…”

“But the numbers are very close.” Fred whispered mysteriously in Cohen’s ear, “Three thousand Galleons! To be honest, nobody thinks Krum will be second to last—after all, he came in first in the last project.”

“You could have earned several hundred more, but the scene in your first project was too outrageous. Many people thought you would win first place in the second project, which resulted in a very poor ratio for this pool, and you didn’t earn much,” George said regretfully. “But this is already outrageous—thanks to your five hundred Galleons, many people are very envious of the money in the pool.”

“Of course,” Cohen raised an eyebrow. “My dad’s saved up his secret stash of money half his life—wait a minute—”

Cohen spotted the Ravenclaw student who had bumped into him in the crowd. He immediately abandoned his banter with Fred and George, darted through the circle of onlookers, and grabbed the arm of the girl who was trying to escape. "Ah!" she cried out in alarm, trying to pull away, but Cohen's strength was no match for that of an average student—especially a girl.

"Sigh, youth," Fred said to George from afar, looking like someone who'd been there all along.

“Sigh, youth,” George sighed. “Little Cohen is about to enter the next phase.”

"What...what are you going to do?" the Ravenclaw girl Cohen was holding said fearfully. "Let go—"

Cohen was about to ask a question when it seemed that all the eyes of the onlookers were focused on him.

“Let’s go.” Cohen pulled her and walked in another direction.

"Hey, Cohen! What are you doing—" Harry called out to Cohen from behind, puzzled.

But Cohen ignored her and pulled the girl into a place where no other girl would go.

It's that men's restroom on the second floor again. Several "Cohen kidnapping classmates" incidents have already occurred here, with victims including, but not limited to, Malfoy, Cedric, and the terrified girl in front of me.

“I haven’t even started yet, and this isn’t an execution ground, so there’s no need to look at me with such a terrified expression,” Cohen said.

"This is the men's restroom!" the girl screamed.

“Yes, I’m a man,” Cohen said.

"..." She suddenly lost the ability to think.

"Calmed down? Good. Now I have some questions for you, and I hope you will answer them truthfully." Cohen pushed her against the wall, one hand on the wall and the other on his hip, staring seriously into the girl's eyes.

"..." She looked at Cohen's face, her heart churning with emotions.

Although it was a bit rough...

Although it looks a bit carefree...

But actually, Cohen is quite good-looking...

And he's a warrior, exceptionally capable...

If it really is...

"Then, go ahead and ask..."

"Where did you find your part-time job?" Cohen asked.

"Huh?" The girl blinked, her expression gradually breaking down, looking like a mixture of thoughts of stopping thinking, disbelief, and incomprehension.

“Didn’t I speak in English?” Cohen repeated. “Where did you find this part-time job? Who gave you the job, and what did they have you do?”

"Huh?" The girl still didn't understand.

No, after all that rough treatment—even dragging himself into the men's restroom—and this is what he's asking about?
"Am I asking this wrong?" Cohen frowned, shifted his arm against the wall, adjusted his posture, and prepared to ask again, "Then I'll ask you one more time, your part-time job—"

"Mrs. Snelling's hair shop," the girl said curtly, her face drooping as if she were disappointed. "Is that alright? Can I leave now?"

(End of this chapter)