Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 385 The Super Dementor Doesn't Believe in Airplanes
Upon hearing the announcement that the original verdict had been overturned, Herbert stared blankly at Cohen on the jury bench.

He envisioned a future where he could live as a free person, and everything seemed to be back on track, just like when Cohen was still alive.

His sister didn't blame him, his son returned to life, and the Burke family members died.

The more he imagined a wonderful future, the more afraid he became that it was all just a dream.

It wasn't until Herbert got into Edward's car that he snapped out of his daze, glancing occasionally at Cohen in the rearview mirror from the passenger seat, his eyes slightly red.

"I saw it, that pink-haired toad didn't raise his hand," Cohen said vindictively from the back seat.

"Who is the pink-haired toad?" Edward asked, puzzled.

“I guess it’s Dolores Umbridge,” Rose said.

“That’s right,” Cohen said. “And the fact that she gave me a point in her first project was blatant targeting.”

"I heard she wasn't very popular in the department—at least not with my friends, but it was a different story with Fudge. Many of them guessed that Fudge enjoyed being fawned over by Dolores."

“They look like a married couple,” Cohen said. “They look like they’re destined for Azkaban.”

“Leave these things to the Dementors of Azkaban.” Rose patted Cohen’s head. “What are your plans for the afternoon? Is Herbert going to look for a new house? You can’t stay at Burke Manor anymore—and I guess you don’t want to stay there anymore.”

“Ah, I…” Herbert was stunned for a moment, “I’ll just find a place randomly—I’ll go to Gringotts this afternoon to see if there’s any money left.”

“Old Crouch meant that the vault still retains its original value,” Edward said. “It’s a rather euphemistic way of saying that it was divided up and then replenished.”

"It's incredibly disrespectful to do this before the person is even dead," Rose said, pursing her lips.

“We can’t just leave unclaimed gold buried underground,” Herbert said casually. “Even if a little is missing, it doesn’t matter—”

“If they’re short, we should sue them. How can we just let it go?” Rose said, frowning. “This is against the rules.”

“It’s good to be able to live freely…” Herbert murmured.

“Cohen, you’re going to Greece for a trip in a few days, right?” Edward suddenly remembered. “Dumbledore sent a letter last week saying that the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them invited you to go with him—he must be quite old, right? I remember reading his books when I was in school…”

"Adventures with old men are an indispensable part of fairy tales," Cohen said. "Like books such as *The Alchemist*, *Harry Potter*, and *Who Let That Dementor into Hogwarts!*."

“I’ve heard of the first one, but you made up the last two, didn’t you…” Edward said with a smile. “But considering what you and Harry have been through these past few years, it does make sense to publish a book.”

“That would be great sales,” Cohen said, “but I’m too lazy to write it. Would you mind writing it for me when you have some free time?”

"Stop bothering your dad. It takes him weeks to write a love letter," Rose lectured Cohen. "You only feel a sense of accomplishment when you do things yourself."

“Can love letters be the same as novels? I write stories all the time, you know,” Edward retorted. “Back then, I revised my love letters to you at least forty times.”

“It would be better to just say ‘I love you.’” Rose leaned forward against the back of Edward’s seat and gently stroked his cheek. “Back then, all you had to say was that.”

“I should be under the car,” Cohen said, crouching behind Herbert’s seat. “No, it’s both of us.”

“You should try dating girls too,” Herbert said with a smile.

“I’m dating girls, a whole bunch,” Cohen said.

“For example?” Edward asked. “Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Sophia, emmmmm… I’ll name the water snake and the unicorn later, basically a bunch of females—”

“Besides the first two, the rest aren’t human, right…” Edward sighed, “How can they not be attracted to girls…”

“That means you haven’t met the right one yet.” Rose reached out and patted Edward on the shoulder. “How can you rush me like this—are you expecting to turn Cohen into some kind of womanizer who picks up girls every time he meets him?”

“The last guy who was a womanizer was single until his thirties, and he even spent twelve years in jail,” Cohen said. “Of course, I’m not talking about Doge.”
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In the days that followed, Cohen waited for news from Newt—as Dumbledore had said, he would send Cohen a letter once he was ready to depart.

On July 28th, Newt's letter finally arrived, but it wasn't delivered by an owl; it was Newt himself.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?"

In the morning, Edward, still in his pajamas and bleary-eyed, went downstairs to open the door because the doorbell had rung several times.

"Hello, I'm looking for Cohen, Cohen Norton."

The old man in front of him, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, said that his white hair was still stubbornly curly, but he seemed to be somewhat unsociable, and his gaze always wandered away from Edward's eyes.

“Looking for Cohen…” Edward said dazedly, then suddenly jolted awake. “Looking for Cohen? You are—wait, you are that—Newt Scamander?”

“It’s me. Did Dumbledore and Cohen mention traveling to Greece with me?” Newt asked. “It may be a bit presumptuous—but rest assured, I haven’t told anyone else your address—frankly, I don’t spend most of my time with people…”

“No need for formalities, no need for formalities, come in and have a seat—I’ll go call Cohen.” Edward quickly led him into the house and asked Newt to sit on the sofa for a while.

However, Newt seemed impatient and restless, as if he wanted to leave with Cohen immediately.

Compared to other elderly people, he has much more energy.

"What? He's already here?" Cohen was brought down from the second floor by Edward, his eyes still not fully open.

“Let’s go then,” Newt said eagerly. “I was originally thinking of sending a letter, but I thought it would be better to come in person—it will save time.”

“Wait a minute—Cohen still needs to pack his luggage—” Edward wanted to say something more, but Cohen had already gone back to his room, picked up his suitcase, and returned to the living room.

“I’m ready,” Cohen said.

"Why are you being so enthusiastic again this time?!" Edward's eyes widened.

“Because we’re tired of staying at home these days,” Cohen said. “How do we get off, by Floo Powder or by the Portkey?”

“Let’s go through the Muggle airport.” Newt casually pulled Cohen along, looking at Cohen as if he wanted to figure out which parts of Cohen resembled the magical creatures that made him up.

“Take your passport—and should we buy some medication to prevent airsickness?” Edward reminded him.

"No way, I'm a super Dementor, I can't possibly be afraid of heights." Cohen waved his hand.

Years later, when Cohen looked back on this time, he always regretted not listening to Edward and preparing some medicine...

Cohen only realized after boarding the plane that he actually seemed to get dizzy while flying.

(End of this chapter)