Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 379 "The thought of playing house made her so excited that she couldn't help but hum softly."

"Do you want to go see Harry after dinner?" Hermione asked. "Last night must have been terrifying..."

“You guys go ahead,” Cohen said. “I have some things to do…”

When I got back last night, the system reward had already been issued.

Five thousand points of sin and five thousand points of goodwill, plus the last two Animagus slots.

Cohen can now transform into both nightmares and humans—though it doesn't seem to have any particularly obvious use.

Is it possible that the liquid curse on him will disappear after he becomes a normal human?
Back in his dorm, Cohen crawled into his suitcase, followed by the Earl, who was eager to gossip.

"What happened last night? What happened last night?" the count asked Cohen, his curiosity piqued.

“Voldemort is alive,” Cohen said briefly.

"It was pretty scary, but I think I saw this scene last year..." the count said, smacking his lips. "Is he going to start causing trouble again? Like carrying out terrorist attacks and promoting pure-blood ideology or something... You'll kill him, right?"

"It doesn't matter, I will take action."

Cohen said,
"Let's wait until Edward becomes Minister of Magic..."

“Then this world is doomed…” the count sighed.

Not far away, the old water snake is being forcibly conscripted by the little snake monster, who has taken to playing "house," to be the castle guard—and the guard's target is "the evil sheep that tries to break into the castle."

As to how evil the sheep can be, it depends on how terrifying Sissoko next to the sheepfold is to the sheep.

It was forced to crash into the castle gate.

[Ouch, this sheep just rammed me right in the groin—my back is killing me—ouch—]

The old water snake lay on the ground, flicking its tongue and feigning death.

Next comes the scene of the brave and fearless little snake monster defeating the evil sheep, while the old water snake, who is just an extra, sneaks away and leaves the performance venue.

"My dear grandson, these little snakes here are really something else..." the old water snake complained as soon as it saw Cohen return. "They dragged me here first thing in the morning to play with her..."

"Weren't you quite into your act just now?" Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Even if you couldn't help but hum excitedly at the thought of playing house, I wouldn't think you're childish."

"Really? Ah, I'm not—" the old water snake said shyly.

"I'm here today to talk to you about my trip to Greece," Cohen said. "My semester is almost over, and I'll be going during the summer, but there will be an old human man coming with us—don't be too rude to him..."

"Where have I ever been rude?" the old water snake said, raising its head.

[To put it another way, don't steal his fish.] Cohen wasn't sure if Newt would get the box back from Rolf, but he still had to point it out: [He also has a box and might try to invite you in—but you're not allowed to go in.]

"Are there fish inside?" The old water snake's eyes lit up.

"No!" Cohen said, rubbing his forehead. "Something terrible is going to happen."

"Alright then..." the old water snake mumbled.

Cohen always felt that it was still "incorrigible".

Hopefully, Newt will take precautions against fire, theft, water, and snakes.

"Grandpa Water Snake, come back quickly! We have another round! Another round!" The little basilisk rushed over after discovering that the old water snake had secretly left, dragging him back to the castle. "Raising children is really scary," Cohen said with some emotion, looking at the old water snake who had been dragged by the little basilisk, leaving a muddy trail, and then at the old basilisk and Sissoko who had also been pulled over.

“Raising children is truly terrifying.” The Earl flew onto Cohen’s head, recalling his own experience raising children, and sighed in the same way.

Seeing how busy Sissoko is, it seems that finding him a basilisk wife has become less necessary—just taking care of a child is enough for Sissoko to handle.

Saved 10,000 goodwill points.

[Ding! Sin value +1]

[Note: I don't know what to say, but I just want to criticize your moral standards.]
"..."
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For the remainder of the semester, Cohen and Harry didn't really have anything to do—since they weren't taking exams, they didn't even need to wait for their grades.

The prize money for the Triwizard Tournament was brought over by Mr. Crouch three days after the tournament, and Cohen and Harry each received half.

“Why can’t it be a thousand for each person?” Cohen said regretfully.

“Because the Ministry of Magic is not a mint,” Crouch said.

"That's a joke, isn't it?" Cohen's lips twitched.

Only old Crouch could tell British jokes so calmly and seriously—he certainly seemed to have changed a lot after young Crouch's death; at least he never used to tell jokes.

Crouch only made a brief appearance before leaving in a hurry, without saying much to them—but Harry seemed to know something, and after confirming that Crouch had left, Harry pulled Cohen aside.

“The Minister for Magic is unwilling to admit that Voldemort is back, but Mr. Crouch seems to disagree with the Minister,” Harry whispered to Cohen. “Last night I overheard Dumbledore and Fudge talking; they almost started arguing—”

“No wonder he seemed so awkward,” Cohen raised an eyebrow. “Wanting to work on his interpersonal skills? To prepare for a campaign or something…”

“Fudge looks like he’s gone mad,” Harry said worriedly. “He’s accusing Dumbledore of protecting me, this ‘delusional little brat,’ and saying Dumbledore allowed…”

Harry paused for a moment.

“‘Dumbledore allowed’ what?” Cohen asked.

"The thing about getting you admitted—of course, I think Cohen's words are all bullshit..." Harry said cautiously, "Fudge also said that you killed more than three hundred people when you were one year old—and now you're secretly instigating a Dementors rebellion... He seems to have a particular fondness for putting unfounded accusations on people."

“Politicians, you know.” Cohen shook his head. “Of course I never instigated a Dementors rebellion.”

But the fact that he killed over three hundred people is true, it's just that Harry doesn't need to know that.

"Have you heard anything about the Dementor uprising?" Harry asked curiously. "Since you can communicate with Dementors..."

“Aside from the Dementor in the maze that I haven’t encountered yet, the last time I saw them was in my third year,” Cohen said. “I’m not entirely sure, but I guess the benefits from the Ministry of Magic weren’t good, so they wanted to switch jobs.”

"They won't go to Voldemort's side, will they..." Harry asked worriedly.

"No way?" Cohen raised his eyebrows.

"Really?" Harry asked nervously. He didn't want to see Dementors floating all over the streets—it was too suffocating.

“I’ll go find them when the time is right,” Cohen said. “But definitely not now, or I’ll really become the one Fudge was talking about, the one who ‘incited the Dementors to rebel.’”

(End of this chapter)