Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 380 You go to France to pick up women, I'll go to Greece to do dirty work, we both have a bright future.

"Should we go see Hagrid?"

Harry looked out the window at the bright weather and asked.

He's been cooped up in the school hospital for two days now, and he doesn't know if Madam Pomfrey will let him out—because she's giving him all sorts of physical tests to see if he's been affected by any dark magic.

“Go ask Mrs. Pomfrey. I don’t want to be hunted down by Sirius for smuggling you out of the school hospital,” Cohen said.

"Hopefully she'll agree," Harry grinned. "Otherwise, I'll have to resort to some other methods..."

Harry glanced at the spot under the hospital bed where the Invisibility Cloak was hidden.

……

"This morning won't work. There are still three tests for malignant curses left, and we need to stagger them by twelve hours from the previous tests!" Madam Pomfrey said very firmly. "The Dark Lord may have used some hidden curses on you. I have to try to find and eliminate them without triggering them. You also need to take care of your own health!"

“I think if he had time to use the curse, he would have just thrown the Killing Curse at me…” Harry tried to explain.

“Yes, yes,” Cohen chimed in.

But Madam Pomfrey still wouldn't budge, insisting that Harry go for a walk only after he had finished his test.

By the time Harry had drunk several potions and then been vomited up again using a spell to check if the properties of the potions had been altered by any possible curse, it was already noon.

“She’s making a huge fuss about it,” Harry said, leaning weakly against the stair railing. “I feel like my stomach—no, I feel like I don’t have a stomach anymore…”

They left the castle and crossed the grounds.

Cohen saw the Quidditch pitch back, and the maze of the third project seemed to have never existed.

Edward and the others went back with Sirius yesterday afternoon, and now students can be seen strolling around the field.

Cohen also saw Cedric walking with Cho Chang.

However, Harry seemed somewhat upset after seeing this scene, and unconsciously shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Harry! Cohen!" Hagrid immediately welcomed them in warmly as they peeked out from behind the half-open door.

The hound, Tooth, was unusually locked out, but they soon found out why.

Hagrid was sitting on his bed tending to a tiny baby Thestral. The sheets were covered in dark, sticky stains, like some kind of herb.

The little Thestral was trembling; its wings and legs seemed somewhat asymmetrical.

"It's only been a few days since it was born." Hagrid covered it with a small blanket and said with heartache, "It bumped into a rock the night it was born. Logically, it should have been abandoned by the Thestrals, but when it cried out to me, I couldn't bear it... Alright, alright, little guy, the medicine is on."

Hagrid stroked the Thestral's back with his fingers, mimicking the actions of its mother.

“I heard from Sirius that you were resting in the university hospital, so I didn’t bother you. I just went to ask Cohen a few things…” Hagrid said to Harry, “Wait a minute, I’ll go wash my hands—and then I’ll get you some rock cakes—”

Hagrid stood up and patted his clothes—leaving quite a few marks from the herbs on him.

"Woo—" The little Night Styx burrowed closer to Cohen as he sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a sharp cry.

“I have a feeling that when Hagrid first saw Ari, his thought that ‘this is the child of a unicorn and a Thestral’ wasn’t entirely unfounded…” Cohen patted the baby Thestral through the blanket, and it quietly curled up. “Thestrals are quite cute when they’re young,” Harry said, “not nearly as creepy as they are now…”

“You won’t think that way once it opens its eyes…” Cohen raised an eyebrow and said, “The whites of its eyes can’t be considered ‘cute’ in human eyes…”

Hagrid returned from the kitchen carrying a mountain of rock cakes, along with two large cups of tea to make it easier for Harry and Cohen to bite into them.

"How are you doing?" Hagrid asked the two.

“I’m fine. Thanks, and you?” Cohen said very formally and skillfully.

"It's...it's alright." Harry touched the scar, which suddenly throbbed with pain again, as if Voldemort was thinking about something important.

“No, you’re not good,” Hagrid said, staring at Harry. “You’re definitely not good, but you will be…”

Harry kept his head down and didn't say anything.

“Cohen and Dumbledore both told me,” Hagrid said, putting his broad arm around Harry. “I knew he would come back, Harry. Remember what I told you before—this was bound to happen. Now that it has happened, we must accept reality and fight to stop him from gaining power. We will defeat him.”

Harry still didn't seem very confident.

“There’s no use sitting around worrying.” Hagrid patted Harry on the back. “What’s meant to happen will happen, and when it does, we’ll accept it.”

“Indeed.” Cohen also offered some words of comfort to Harry. “I’ll sneak over and poke him in the kidneys for you.”

“And you—Cohen,” Hagrid said sternly.

"What's wrong with me?" Cohen asked, puzzled.
“Professor Dumbledore said the Man of Void is very interested in you—you have to be very careful, he might kidnap you, or something else—you have to be on your guard.” Hagrid seemed to think Cohen was being a little too relaxed in dealing with Voldemort.

“I’ve always been very energetic,” Cohen said.

There's no need for Voldemort to kidnap him; Cohen will retrieve his flesh puppet himself.

“What’s that, Hagrid?” Harry suddenly noticed a violet object under Hagrid’s pillow, which looked like the corner of a card.

"Ah... that's the pass Orim gave me..." Hagrid didn't take the card out, but instead stuffed it under his pillow again.

Olim is the name of Ms. Maxim.

"What pass?" Cohen asked. "The one to Beauxbatons?"

"More or less." Hagrid's face was already flushed. "Dumbledore wants me to go to France with her—but I can't tell you the details, it's a secret. Dumbledore told me not to tell anyone... What are your plans for the summer?"

“I don’t know, I’ll still have to spend one month at the Dursleys’ house and one month at Sirius’s,” Harry sighed. “But at least there’s something to look forward to…”

“I have to go to Greece,” Cohen said. “You go to France to pick up girls, I’ll go to Greece to do the dirty work, we both have a bright future…”

"What dirty work?" Hagrid asked curiously. "Shouldn't you be traveling with your parents?"

“Rose doesn’t have time, Edward is lazy, and Dumbledore has arranged for another old man to come with me,” Cohen said. “It’s about magical creatures. Remember that griffin? It came here to find the old water snake for this.”

(End of this chapter)