Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 363 #Divorce will take away half of your infernal and dementor#
What did she ask you to do?

Cohen asked.

But in fact, considering the future I've seen before, the outcome is already quite obvious.

"Mrs. Snelling asked me to collect all sorts of hair to make a hair-conditioning potion," the girl said. "Ten nut from an ordinary student, five sieges from a warrior or their family—is that enough? Now you know I'm very poor—"

"You have absolutely no idea that compound decoctions exist? You haven't thought about why the Warriors' hair is so valuable?" Cohen said, pursing his lips.

"What is a compound decoction?" the girl asked, puzzled.

Sometimes a single sentence can silence Cohen, making further communication completely unnecessary.

This is why Cohen rarely talks to people outside the plot—because he can't be sure if the other person is actually human.
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At noon, Cohen arrived at the tent of Edward and the others who were about to evacuate.

Since Herbert was now able to enjoy a short period of freedom away from Burke Manor, Edward and Rose decided to take him to Privet Drive until July.

"Asked."

Cohen pulled Edward, who had volunteered to stay and help Herbert pack, aside and said...

"It's a part-time job at a Hogsmeade barbershop. Something's not right. The owner wants to collect hair from warriors and their families—claiming it's for making conditioner, but it's obviously just an excuse. They're actually after us."

"Have they succeeded?" Edward frowned. "I do seem to be... losing some hair lately?"

“She mixed all the hair she found together,” Cohen mused. “But mine wasn’t in it, because I don’t lose hair—if nothing unexpected happens…”

Cohen remembered the prophecy: if the Silver Key had gotten his hands on Edward's hair, then the scene of Edward and the other two attacking Cohen would likely be a clever little scheme by the Silver Key...

“But I still feel like something’s not right,” Cohen muttered.

They only have Edward's—so what about Rose and Herbert's?
Stealing Herbert's hair might be as simple as sneaking into the cottage next to Burke Manor, but getting Rose's hair couldn't exactly be done by squatting in the sewers of Privet Drive...

Protected by the Charm of Loyalty, Silver Key was unable to locate Edward and Rose, and could only rely on some past information.

"Then shouldn't we use a secret code to confirm each other's identities?" Edward recalled. "Back when Voldemort was rampaging, many people relied on this to determine if their loved ones had been switched—"

“I can tell you apart,” Cohen said. “On a spiritual level—polyamortis can’t change a person’s soul, but you can discern my words…”

"Ask me a question that only you know the answer to?" Edward asked.

"Do you know the Avada Kedavra curse?" Cohen asked.

"?"

“What I mean is, how about you guys cast a killing curse on me every time you meet?” Cohen said. “Actually, I can't be killed by the killing curse anymore. If I die, I become the Silver Key; if I'm alive, I'm the real me—”

Before Cohen could finish speaking, he was punched hard on the head by Edward.

"Ow."

"If your mom heard you say that, she'd be in big trouble. Let's find a different approach," Edward said irritably. "Have you completely forgotten what happened in first grade?"

“But I didn’t die…” Cohen said, rubbing his head. “That’s the most convincing evidence—besides me, the only other person who could survive the Death Curse is Voldemort.” “Don’t think of the Death Curse as something you can use casually like the Stunning Curse,” Edward said. “The caster has to have a strong desire to kill the target—do you think your mother and I would have that kind of emotion towards you?”

"Yes, really?" Cohen thought back to when he used the Death Curse—it didn't seem very powerful; he just unleashed it directly.

However, Cohen has not used this tactic on anyone so far.

“And you shouldn’t be so careless about this kind of curse.” Edward put down what he was doing, pulled Cohen to the table, pressed him down into a chair, and said seriously, “I don’t know if you learned it in class or from a book—but the Unforgivable Curse is no ordinary evil curse.”

“There are many spells that can kill a person, but do you know why only the Death Curse is the Unforgivable Curse?” Edward asked, looking Cohen into the eyes.

“I really didn’t teach that,” Cohen said obediently.

"Because it harms not only the target, but also the caster himself."

Edward said,

When you use one heart to hurt another, your heart will be left with an irreparable crack...

"..." When Edward disciplined him so strictly for the first time, Cohen chose to obey.

“You need to understand the consequences of using it, and promise me you won’t treat it as some kind of tool you can use to attack your opponents—you have many other options to protect yourself and your family, there’s no need to choose the one that hurts you,” Edward said.

"I understand." Cohen nodded obediently.

Edward meant that they shouldn't use the Death Curse; sucking people's souls was fine, but using the Death Curse was beneath them.

It was so hard to smooth it out a bit with the magic stone, it would be a waste if it shattered into pieces again.

"I feel like you've misunderstood me?" Edward said, his brow furrowed.

"I will not use the Death Curse. Whoever does is a lowly Dementor, the kind who will be a jailer for life," Cohen guaranteed with a vicious oath.

Edward's lips twitched, seemingly because of Cohen's abstract vow—but at least it was a vow.

“If someone is impersonating you, use this statement as a judgment…” Edward said, touching his forehead.

Cohen felt the probability was very small because he didn't shed hair—and his body was full of liquid curses.

"Hey, how did you ask that girl?" Edward suddenly remembered something and asked.

“What else can we ask?” Cohen raised an eyebrow. “We could take her to the bathroom and ask her secretly, but she’s too naive. She’s being used as a pawn without even realizing it. I’m curious how she even got into Ravenclaw—maybe that’s what you call a nerd…”

“Not every girl is like that, don’t give up hope on other girls,” Edward advised. “You’ll definitely find someone you like and who likes you back in the end…”

Cohen gave a noncommittal look, as if to say, "Oh, really? I don't believe it."

Marriage is terrifying. Just imagine, what if we get a divorce later and I have to take half of my infernal and dementor...

Wait a minute... is there such a regulation in the UK?
"Is Edward ready?" Herbert asked, poking his head in from outside the tent. "That castle caretaker, Filch, wants us to get going—oh, Cohen, your professor of magical creature conservation wants to see you to discuss his next class… You didn't lend him any of the lab animals, did you? He seems even crazier than the researchers…"

“I guess you saw the Bombtail,” Cohen sighed. “But your warning came a little too late.”

(End of this chapter)