Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 389 Hmm? You mean... this water snake?
Although Cohen was somewhat reluctant, the old water snake seemed very happy to hear the request to "get closer" and eagerly coiled itself around Cohen's body like a python hunting its prey.

"Why can't you go inside the box? You just said you were going to go back inside right away..." Cohen said, pursing his lips.

"That's how I cling to the child when I'm in danger," the old water snake said.

There's no need to be so self-righteous about this...

Cohen struggled to free his hand from the old water snake's coils and pressed the flush button.

I feel that my load-bearing capacity has been greatly improved since the old water snake arrived.

After a period of compression and rotation, Cohen arrived at a familiar yet unfamiliar place—the center of a square that looked like a market. He and Newt were sprayed out of the fountain in the center of the square almost simultaneously.

Cohen recognized several landmark locations, resembling the temples in the Acropolis ruins, except they were no longer empty structures with only a few stone pillars.

In the wizarding world, they are complete—just as they were in ancient Greece.

The sky here is also quite different. Unlike normal conditions, the sky above Cohen's head is now a deep blue, dotted with extremely bright stars—and even more magical is the "sun" that is almost as bright as the stars.

Either some kind of magic created a dome over this large area, or this place is not the world on Earth at all.

"We're here. Can you get down now...?" Cohen patted the body of the invisible old water snake.

To the passing Greek wizard, Cohen looked like a strange boy who was chubby but looked very thin.

"Πρπείναδωνανγίατρ? (Do I need to go to the hospital?)"

A passing wizard asked Cohen in a friendly manner.

“No, thank you,” Newt said, coming over to Cohen and answering for him. “He’s just not used to this mode of transportation.”

"Are you British?" The wizard immediately perked up, spreading his cloak to display his stock like a magician, and asked in fluent English, "Tourists? Need sunscreen and animal-repelling incense? There are quite a few strange and dangerous magical creatures here, and those beasts might attack you at any time. You and your grandson would need some—"

“I’m not his grandson.” Cohen let out a long sigh after shaking off the old shrew who wouldn’t budge.

“This isn’t necessary, thank you,” Newt said, his face looking grim.

"I know this guy. I bit him once—because he always scatters pungent stuff around my nest," the old water snake hissed in Cohen's ear. "Go, my dear grandson, you give this damn wizard a good bite too—"

"Don't give me the urge to kick you out of this house," Cohen warned dangerously.

Even if it were an enemy, Cohen wouldn't bite him; it would be rather unseemly. Besides, this was just an ordinary vendor. However, seeing that the old water snake didn't have a good impression of this person, Cohen tacitly approved of the old water snake's small act of revenge by tripping him with its tail.

Along the way, within a few hundred meters, they encountered at least three similar vendors—all of whom Newt and Cohen refused.

Neither Cohen nor Newt needed sunscreen, maps, accommodations, or animal scare. Especially the animal scare—Cohen thought it smelled like lion poop.

“This isn’t the real sky; it’s not quite like the ceiling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts.” Seeing Cohen’s keen interest in the non-glaring sun in the sky, Newt explained, “The ancient Greek wizards used a permanent and powerful inversion charm to turn this place upside down beneath the entire Acropolis. The stars and the sun in the sky are actually created by weather charms.”

“It looks a lot like the sun Dumbledore put in my trunk.” Cohen nodded. “The Greeks are quite creative—it looks like a Van Gogh painting.”

“Then you must find a chance to go to the Netherlands,” Newt recalled. “The style of oil painting is everywhere there…”

They arrived at the entrance to the Erechtheion, where the doors were wide open, welcoming everyone who came to worship—and of course, many more tourists who wanted to see these ancient Greek statues.

Like the sorcerers of Egypt, Greek sorcerers also possessed a great deal of magic closely related to mythology.

“Many Greek sorcerers take those legends very seriously, so it’s best not to argue with them about the veracity of the myths,” Newt warned Cohen before going inside.

"Will they fight?" Cohen asked.

“No, they’ll pester you for days until you completely agree with their point of view.” Newt shuddered, looking somewhat aged, as if recalling something unpleasant.

"How come this thing also has to be inherited from ancient Greece..." Cohen said, covering his face.

Getting in was very easy—there weren't even any gatekeepers or guards here.

No wonder the old water snake was able to so easily steal live fish offerings from the Poseidon Temple in the north.

Although the old water snake kept saying it was scared, Cohen noticed as soon as it came in that it couldn't help but head towards its old spot—where new offering fish had been placed, which looked like a hybrid of an octopus and a dolphin.

"Even when being chased, you don't forget to go back and steal it again...?" Cohen clicked his tongue. "You should be named 'Incorrigible'."

"You have no idea how good these wizards are at picking fish!" the old water snake tempted Cohen. "It's delicious! My dear grandson, you use your box as cover—I'm going to steal this octopus dolphin, then we'll go back to the box and each give it a leg..."

"Newt!" An old man in a red robe rushed over excitedly upon seeing Newt's arrival. "You've finally come—is this Rolf? He seems a little different from the other day—"

“His name is Cohen, he’s a friend’s son. Rolf is probably looking for ‘Pitton’ near the Aegean coast right now. He said a girl is convinced of the existence of these apparitions,” Newt said. “Cohen, this is Frick, the priest of the Greek Ancient Magic Research Association I told you about.”

“Youth is wonderful…so energetic…” Frick patted Cohen’s hair. “I just heard a hissing sound—I thought it was…sigh, never mind, I’ve been going crazy about this these past few days…”

"What is it?" Newt asked. "About snakes?"

“It’s about a very ancient and magical long-horned water snake—” Frick stroked his long white beard and said, “For a long time, the people in the temples of the sea god worshipped it, but because of poachers, we’ve always wanted it to settle safely here…”

“Don’t tell me…” Cohen whispered.

(End of this chapter)