Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 375 Trophy, Trap, and the Silver Key That Inexplicably Instilled a Strong Sense of Conviction

As Cohen walked in front of Harry, the giant spider seemed to recall the fear of being once dominated by Cohen...

“Click, click—”

The spider, making a threatening clicking sound, began to scramble rapidly upwards towards the top of the hedge.

“Very imposing,” Cohen nodded. “The warriors who chose the left path are in luck now; they’ll have to face both a Dementor and an eight-eyed giant spider at the same time…”

"How did it get away?" Harry asked.

“Giant spiders are afraid of snakes.” Cohen covered up the fact that he had cruelly slaughtered half of the giant spider colony and explained with another excuse, “I smell of snakes, and so do you.”

"Huh? Really?" Harry's eyes widened, and he raised his arm to smell himself.

“The old water snake rubbed against your back right away,” Cohen pointed to the marks on Harry’s back. “It just likes to crawl around in the mud.”

After overcoming the eight-eyed giant spider obstacle, they were less than a hundred meters away from the trophy.

The journey has been so smooth that Harry still feels like he's dreaming.

"A thousand Galleons suddenly doesn't seem so glamorous anymore," Cohen said, looking at the Triwizard Tournament trophy displayed on the table in the distance.

They paused when they were just a foot away from the trophy, looking at each other.

It needs to be carried by two people, and Cohen is thinking about what to say to start the conversation.

“Go get it,” Harry suddenly said to Cohen.

“?” Cohen raised his eyebrows.

What's going on? Harry can't be smart enough to realize there's something wrong with the trophy...

“Cohen, I wouldn’t have made it to the second project without you,” Harry said. “It’s all been thanks to you that things went so smoothly—first place should have been yours…and I don’t need the thousand Galleons—”

“That’s a bit disrespectful to money,” Cohen said, rubbing his forehead. “Ron would definitely yell if he heard that… Do you think I’m short of money?”

“Indeed.” Harry grinned as he thought of the unicorns Cohen kept.

“Let’s take them all,” Cohen said, walking over to the trophy. “Now we’re all champions, and both the Dementors and Dumbledore will be very happy.”

"Do Dementors really want the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry couldn't help but laugh. "You said they only like to eat—you just want the trophy, don't you..."

"Saying that makes me seem very united," Cohen said noncommittally. "Otherwise, wouldn't I just look like a smug little fool?"

“That sounds like something Fred would say.” Harry rubbed his hands together. “Then let’s take them together—”

"Three, two, one!"

The two men gripped the two handles of the trophy, one on each side. As if a gust of wind had lifted them from their navels, their feet left the ground, and the surrounding scenery began to distort and spin. In the howling wind, Cohen and Harry disappeared from the scene.

"Click——"

Cohen heard the sound of the trophy shattering—the door key shouldn't have broken.

The trophy in his hand was now only half left; Harry, who was holding the other half, had disappeared, leaving him alone in the swirling mass of colors, being slapped haphazardly by the wind.

This key must have been carefully modified so that two people holding it at the same time could be teleported to two different places...

Soon, Cohen landed—not in the Riddle family cemetery where Voldemort was preparing to resurrect, but in a place that looked extremely familiar.

The ruins of the Burke family manor.

Not far away, you can still see Herbert's little cabin, but because Herbert is not there, it is not lit up as usual, and it looks somewhat dilapidated under the deep night.

Standing beside Cohen were four people—all clad in silver cloaks, their gloomy faces fixed on Cohen, who had been teleported here by the portal key. [Soul Strength: 23]

[Soul Strength: 21]

[Soul Strength: 24]

[Soul Strength: 30]

“You’ve come, Cohen,” said the silver-robed man with a soul strength of thirty points. “Destroyer of the world.”

When Cohen heard this person say the rather childish term "The Destroyer" in a very serious tone, he felt a chill run down his spine—like he got goosebumps all over.

Especially since this name is used to refer to himself.

It sounds like someone suddenly barging in during your first job interview after graduating from college, pointing at you, and yelling at you some awesome nickname you only gave yourself when you were a kid.

"Did you guys pose here for over an hour just to wait for me and then say something so incredibly awkward?"

Cohen looked at the four people who were standing so stiffly that their lips twitched.

For some reason, silver keys always evoke a sense of enviable conviction.

If Cohen had been so determined to build a Dementor empire, he wouldn't be facing all those problems with the Ministry of Magic by now.

“Anthony, my legs are numb…” one of them whispered to the leader of the Silver Key members.

"Shut up!" the group leader snapped at his spineless subordinate. "Their plan has failed, and we're their only backup plan—don't lose in terms of morale!"

"Over there?" Cohen said, "The attack on Edward and the others was done by your accomplices, wasn't it?"

“They failed, but thankfully we had a backup plan.” The group leader stared at Cohen and said, “Your cowardly soul has occupied the Lord’s body for far too long… We’re here to get rid of you—once you’re dead, the Lord’s great work will be unnecessary—”

“I got this body through my own hard work and luck, what are you complaining about?” Cohen said. “You don’t really think it would do you any good to upset me, do you?”

“Our Lord will decide,” the group leader said stubbornly. “As long as we tear you apart, He will awaken—”

“I guess His decision for you is to devour your souls and digest them completely,” Cohen said.

"Have you ever been an evil god? You're talking nonsense and making assumptions..." another Silver Key member said angrily.

Cohen: "?"

The group leader: "?"

The person who made the outrageous statement: "?"

"Does Silver Key always have such low entry requirements when hiring?"

Cohen felt that if he didn't fight, he would lose something precious, such as his ability to control his facial expressions.

"Ignore this man's sweet talk," the group leader said viciously. "With the hope of the silver key in our hands, kill him!"

Cohen initially didn't quite understand why these people would call themselves "the hope of the silver key," but he soon realized it.

These people are probably among the few in the Silver Key who can unleash the Patronus Charm, which is why they are called "Hope"—because only the Patronus Charm can deal with Dementors.

"Protect the Gods!" The four of them raised their wands in unison.

In an instant, four silver animals burst forth from the tips of their wands.

“Very good.” Cohen also raised his wand. “Palmtops of Exile.”

(End of this chapter)