Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 381 The End of a Vulgar Love Triangle
Hagrid didn't press for details about what kind of magical creature it was, but the conversation didn't end there.

He was extremely fascinated by Greece because the magical creatures there perfectly matched his aesthetic sensibilities towards giant beasts.

At Hagrid's very sincere and repeated pleas, Cohen agreed that if he saw any homeless Hydras or Chimeras, he would take them in—and if possible, keep them in the Forbidden Forest.

“Hydras are fine, but Chimeras might not be—because not all Chimeras are so intelligent and can speak English…” Cohen said. “They’re quite dangerous for wizards.”

“That would be wonderful,” Hagrid said wistfully, making Cohen begin to doubt whether Hagrid had even heard the rest of his sentence. “Just thinking about seeing them when we get back… do you want to come with me later to see that last Blasttail? It was brought out of the labyrinth by those people from the Ministry of Magic—I’m just kidding, just kidding!”

Hagrid quickly added one last sentence as Harry's expression changed drastically.

The remaining days of the semester passed quickly; the days without classes flew by for all the students.

"If only I could be a student with no classes and no exams for the rest of my life..." Ron said at his farewell party.

“Thinking this way is very promising,” Cohen said.

At the end of the banquet, Dumbledore told all the teachers and students about Voldemort's resurrection.

As Cohen had predicted, most of the students looked terrified, except for the Slytherin students.

Harry's anger towards the Slytherin table was practically palpable in Korn's eyes.

“They look so happy,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “I’m increasingly convinced that your plan to exterminate Slytherin is the right thing to do…”

“That’s how racism comes about, so I’m racist.” Cohen nodded. “I discriminate against every living person equally.”

“The Ministry of Magic doesn’t want me to tell you this,” Dumbledore told them. “Some of your parents may be shocked by what I’m doing—perhaps because they can’t believe Voldemort has really returned, or perhaps because they think I shouldn’t tell you this, since you’re all so young.”

A large group of students below were all staring intently at him.

“But I believe that sometimes, the cruel truth is better than a peaceful lie, especially when the truth is very likely to concern your personal safety,” Dumbledore continued. “I think that after you know of his return, you will be more careful to protect yourselves and your families.”

Then Dumbledore spoke about the purpose of the Triwizard Tournament: "to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world, and to unite everyone to face those serious difficulties together."

The atmosphere at the entire banquet became somber and tense.

This atmosphere continued until the next day when Cohen waited in the crowded foyer for the carriage to the train station outside the school gate. The students, who were usually chattering, were unusually quiet, with only a few people whispering among themselves.

"Goodbye, Harry and Cohen." Fleur hurried to say goodbye as she left with the other Beauxbatons students. Because of Harry saving her sister, she was almost completely different from when she first arrived at Hogwarts. "I hope we can meet again—I hope to find a job here in England and improve my English."

“There is definitely room for improvement; you used the present perfect tense when you said ‘come to the UK to find a job,’” Cohen said.

"Did she use it wrong?" Harry asked in surprise. "I didn't even notice."

"This means you'll get a very bad score on your English exam in China," Cohen sighed.

"Goodbye." Hibiscus smiled and waved to them. "It was a pleasure meeting you all."

Furong turned and ran along the lawn toward Ms. Maxim, her long silver hair waving in the sunlight, and many boys were staring at her.

“What do you think will happen to Durmstrang’s students now that Karkaroff is gone?” Ron said. “Won’t they be unable to steer the ship?” “Karkaroff didn’t steer,” Krum squeezed in from behind them. “We did all the work—you guys were great in the competition.”

Krum was speaking to Cohen and Harry.

"I was stopped in front of the Sphinx, which tells riddles in English, and I don't quite remember what the words spell."

“Isn’t this verbal bullying? It’s kind of typical of the Ministry of Magic,” Cohen said. “We could report this to the Ministry of Magic…”

But Krum waved his hand.

“I’ve won enough trophies. Making friends is more meaningful than winning awards,” Krum said. “Can I say a few words to you?” His last sentence was directed at Hermione.

Hermione agreed, and Krum led her to the other side of the lawn. Ron didn't say anything, but he craned his neck to watch.

“Actually, Krum is a really nice guy,” Harry said approvingly. “No wonder the Goblet of Fire chose him as Durmstrang’s representative—there are quite a few students from Durmstrang here too.”

"It's alright," Ron said casually.

"You mean I was selected just because I'm the only talking Dementor in Azkaban, right?" Cohen pursed his lips. "I'm very insecure. You need to pay me compensation for hurting my feelings."

“Thank goodness you weren’t teleported to Voldemort’s place,” Harry said. “He said he brought you in to catch you…”

It seems Voldemort was quite thorough in his villainous role, knowing to cover for his mole—though this mole might be the mole's mole, or even the mole's mole's mole's mole...

Hermione and Krum returned quickly. Hermione seemed perfectly normal, while Ron watched her nervously.

"Oh, right, and this too." Krum handed them a few small balls of paper.

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"The location for the letter—if we'll be in touch later." Krum suddenly became a little shy. "I don't actually have many friends in Durmstrang, so it's nice to meet you all here."

“Is that good? If I were to ask you for three thousand autographs to sell in Diagon Alley…” Cohen said.

"As long as you don't care if its price drops," Krum laughed. "Goodbye."

“Hey, wait a minute—” Ron made the decision with great difficulty.

“Hmm?” Krum asked.

"Can I get your autograph?" Ron asked.

Krum looked both surprised and relieved—Hermione, on the other hand, wasn't looking at Ron, but she already had a smile on her face.

“A tacky love triangle,” Cohen muttered. “Harry, you’re not allowed to do this with the little basilisk, or I’ll arrange for three old snakes to crawl into your bed.”

“I’ve never been in love!” Harry whispered to Cohen.

(End of this chapter)