Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 371 Cohen's Awesome Little Lesson
"How did you survive?"

Cohen frowned.

Even if what the Earl said is true, Edward and the others actually turned Cohen into a Horcrux in some ways—there's no reason why he would take a killing curse unscathed.

“We don’t understand this stuff either.” Edward shook his head. “I only remember suddenly going blank, like I was having a dream—but in the dream, an old man with a white beard wearing a star-patterned robe kicked me back to reality…”

“Things are getting bizarre,” Cohen said dryly.

“Charson?” Rose asked.

She remembered that Edward's deceased father was also an old man with a white beard.

“If it really is my dad, I’ll definitely recognize him,” Edward said, covering his face. “My chest is still throbbing—if he kicks me so hard I fall, I’ll kick him back when I get back…”

Edward's memories of his father, Charleson, were never pleasant. Charleson had argued with him about his relationship with Rose and Cohen while Charleson was alive, which led to Edward and Charleson being out of contact for many years.

Edward didn't go back to see Charleson until Charleson passed away.

“At least we survived,” Herbert said. “Surviving is a good thing… surviving is a good thing…”

"Don't think about that." Edward patted Cohen on the shoulder casually. "Let's think about academic things later. At least you don't have to worry about that future now. Your mother has packed up those Silver Keys and given them to Dumbledore—focus on the competition. But if they really don't die, I don't need to worry so much about being ambushed by the Silver Keys..."

"Don't be reckless..." Cohen said helplessly, "Who knows if you'll suddenly die the next time you get hit by a killing curse."

"I know, I know, go back and get some rest." Edward laughed.

"What about the real Arnold?" Cohen asked before leaving.

“He was constipated in the bathroom for over an hour,” Edward said. “When we came back to find him, he looked completely bewildered. To be honest, it was a bit of a memorable scene…”

As Cohen left the tent, he could hear Rose turn around and start lecturing Edward, saying things like "You're forming cliques with your son again" and "Isolating me."

Cohen had many theories about why Edward was able to survive a killing curse, but none of them seemed to make sense.

But at least he survived...

Few wizards survive the Death Curse, and even fewer have the experience to study how it kills a person, or whether a Horcrux maker killed by the Death Curse can return to their old body (Voldemort was clearly killed by a curse explosion that blew his body to smithereens).

As Edward said, let's leave these academic matters for later.

After the prophecy that had been troubling Cohen came true, Cohen felt relieved and even found the count, who had been clamoring for a wife, much more agreeable.

"Did you just say something to insult me ​​in your mind?" the Earl asked Cohen suspiciously.

“No, I was just praising you for guessing correctly,” Cohen said. “Edward was hit by the Death Curse and nothing happened to him.”

“Of course,” the count said smugly. “I was guessing you’d buy me a wife soon—so hurry up and buy me one, I’m in heat.”

"Does being here with me make you lonely?" Cohen said. "You've been ruined by female owls all your life, going into heat every now and then."
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The next day, since the third project was that evening, and Ron and Hermione needed to take their History of Magic exams, Harry had to ask Cohen to find something for him to practice with. "Just get started," Cohen muttered from under the covers, "use any spells you like."

"I can't see any results. I don't even know if I'm practicing correctly or incorrectly..." Harry said dejectedly.

"Go look in my suitcase?" Cohen said lazily. "I stuffed my suitcase under the bed."

By the time the competition ends, it will be almost time for the holidays. Cohen has already moved the boxes and some alchemical supplies out of the Room of Requirement.

"It would be a miracle if my spells could affect Basilisk, Myra, or any dragons..." Harry said with a good sense of self-awareness.

“Looking for my sheep for food,” Cohen said. “But you’ll have to have the goats watching over you, otherwise Mama Norber might think you’re here to steal food—and also, keep an eye on the little snake monsters…”

"Huh?" Harry asked, "It hasn't come out yet—"

"It's hard to say, but it's always good to avoid it. It's staying in that empty castle and doesn't come out much. Just don't go in," Cohen said.

As for what Harry went through in the box, judging from the way Harry crawled out of the box, drenched in sweat, after Cohen woke up from his midday nap, it seems there wasn't anything seriously wrong...

"Why is there another griffin and a horned snake in your trunk?!" Harry exclaimed in horror. "I was practicing my obstacle spells with the sheep—and when I turned around, I saw them both staring at me from behind!"

Cohen circled around Harry.

"The fact that they are not missing any limbs means they are highly domesticated."

"That was terrifying!" Harry exclaimed. "The snake even asked me if I was delivering fish—"

“The fishmongers aren’t exactly ordinary people,” Cohen said. “But you reminded me, I promised it I’d keep fish in the tank last time… I have to go to Hagrid’s after I finish eating.”

“Sigh…” Harry was extremely envious of Cohen’s relaxed demeanor—he was already starting to regret why he didn’t spend his free time learning spells in the library with Hermione.

"Even if you went back to first grade with your current memories, you would still end up putting off your homework until the last day and not even look at your books until the exam..."

Cohen sighed.

"That's how people are. Between learning from their mistakes and repeatedly failing to correct them, they always unconsciously choose 'If only I could do it all over again,' and then spend a lot of time fantasizing about a world where they can skip hard work and reap the rewards without effort in order to satisfy their spiritual needs..."

"How did it suddenly become so philosophical?" Harry asked, mouth agape.

“It’s probably just my morning grumpiness,” Cohen yawned, pulling on his clothes. “It gives me a ‘I’m awesome’ feeling—even though I really am.”

……

Just as Cohen and Harry arrived at the Great Hall for lunch, they ran into Ron and Hermione, who had just finished their History of Magic exam.

"I can't even imagine how I would have passed the exam if I hadn't used Cohen's trick of copying from materials..." Ron said with lingering fear. "There were a bunch of questions I'd never even heard of, and one of them was really ridiculous. They actually made us write down the names of all the rebellious fairies—I mean, why were we supposed to memorize the names of those rebellious fairies?"

(End of this chapter)