Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 369 The Belated Relative

"Then I'm going to give you a good kick in the butt with the Patronus Charm." Harry laughed, a rare occurrence amidst the tension of the past two months. "This seems to be the spell I've practiced most smoothly lately..."

Since using a Patronus similar to the stag to deal with the "fake Cohen" at the hotel, Harry's progress in summoning Patronus has been phenomenal, especially after living with Sirius Black...

For Harry, leaving the Dursleys was the happiest thing in the world.

“Then I’ll use my Dementor Patronus to give your deer ass a good beating,” Cohen said menacingly. “Let’s have a fair Patronus duel in the third project area.”

"Don't you think Krum is so great anymore?" Ron asked Hermione, trying to sound casual. "I mean, do you think he 'needs to be careful' about something..."

“Because Durmstrang is really teaching them dark magic,” Hermione said, frowning as she scanned the spell list. “Although he seems normal, I can’t guarantee, and I dare not hope, that he won’t use dark magic on the other champions, especially after he’s become noticeably more irritable because of his lower ranking…”

Ron raised his eyebrows, looking much happier.

“Cohen is right…” Harry thought to himself after regaining his senses.

"About your plan to wage a great war using your guardian spirits?" Ron asked curiously.

"So eager to fight?" Cohen rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

“No, it’s your exams—you don’t need to spend so much time practicing spells with me,” Harry said. “Cohen’s right, he could actually practice with me—”

“Don’t worry, at least we can get high marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and maybe Charms and Transfiguration,” Hermione said. “Besides, a lot of spells don’t work on Cohen, and you might not even know if a spell has worked—like the Stunning Curse.”

"When are you going to switch with me? I almost bald the back of my head when we were practicing the Stunning Charm," Ron complained to Hermione. "But it's good training for us to become Aurors later, isn't it?"

"Auror?"

Cohen didn't really want to ruin Ron and Harry's fantasies about the future, because Arnold's eyes seemed to have lost their light after he went to the Auror's office—of course, it's possible that Arnold simply didn't want to go to work, just like Edward.

When something is extremely important, it arrives much faster—this was true for Harry, and it was true for Cohen as well.

June 23rd.

The night before the third project was to begin, Professor McGonagall called Cohen and Harry away after dinner.

"Professor, isn't the competition supposed to start tomorrow?" Harry asked Professor McGonagall.

“I know, Porter,” Professor McGonagall said to the two men. “The Warriors’ families will be doing pre-game interviews and taking a photo with the Warriors—they should be on their way, and you can wait for them in the conference room.”

Professor McGonagall led Cohen and Harry to a spacious room where Cedric was already present, but Krum and Fleur were nowhere to be seen.

Then, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left, presumably to call the other warriors and their families.

"Harry, Cohen, good evening," Cedric greeted them politely.

"Good evening," Cohen and Harry replied.

Next came three "introverted" contestants who, finding nothing to say, all remained silent.

Cohen could have easily started a conversation—but the thought of having to prevent Cedric from touching the trophy to avoid him getting involved in Voldemort's plans and dying in the process made him a little embarrassed to talk to Cedric. He felt like he was stealing the honor that Cedric should have had.

However, given the choice between life and a trophy, Cohen believes that even if Cedric knew everything, he would choose life over a trophy worth only a thousand gallons.

Not long after, Fleur and Krum came in.

Next up were Furong's parents and Krum's parents, whom I had seen in previous competitions, but this time they all chose to dress more formally.

Perhaps due to some special circumstances preventing them from fully inheriting the Veela bloodline, Madame de la Cour looks like an elf from some kind of fantasy film.

The Krum family were all dressed in black high-necked robes, had black hair, and were speaking a bunch of Bulgarian gibberish that Cohen couldn't understand.

Then there's Sirius Black and the Weasleys—

"You didn't expect that, did you!" Mrs. Weasley gave Harry and Cohen a warm hug. "Sirius and Edward both invited us to watch your match!"

"Why do I feel like you're even more enthusiastic about Harry than I am about him..." Sirius said somewhat helplessly, just as Mrs. Weasley kissed Harry on the cheek.

"Watch your buttons, they're indecent."

Cohen deftly dodged Sirius's touch on his head and pointed to Sirius's nearly bare-chested robe.

“That’s what I dressed for parties when I was young,” Sirius said, forcefully patting Cohen’s head with a childlike and smug look on his face. “All those girls were smitten with me—”

“You’re thirty-four years old; you should start thinking about finding someone,” Mrs. Weasley said to Sirius, as if some deep-seated maternal instinct had been activated. “You can’t count on—”

"Hiss—ouch, my ears seem to have been ringing ever since I came out of Azkaban..." Sirius quickly changed the subject, "What was Cohen saying just now—how's your preparation for the match going?"

"It went fairly smoothly," Harry said, suppressing a laugh, because Sirius's behavior of being pressured by Mrs. Weasley to get married was really funny.

Next to enter were Cedric's parents. Cedric's father, Amos Diggory, clearly had some anger on his face when he looked at Cohen.

Especially as he passed by, he muttered things that were probably bad.

“Ignore him, Cohen,” Cedric whispered to Cohen behind Amos. “He just thinks you got a huge lead…emmmm…”

“It’s alright.” Cohen smiled understandingly at Cedric.

If Edward were in this position, his pettiness would probably be even more obvious on his face.

However, that's not what Cohen cares about right now, and it doesn't matter if Amos says a few words to his face—Cohen wants to know something else.

After Fudge, Crouch, and a group of photographers and reporters entered, Cohen asked Sirius Black:

"Where are Edward and the others?"

(End of this chapter)