Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 392 Twice, twice!

“Rolfe should be here tomorrow, we can go together then,” Newt thought to himself. “Perfect, I also think it’s good to train his ability to handle danger…”

"He still needs to train?" Cohen raised his eyebrows. "Last time when we went to find Felix, he beat those robbers even harder than I did..."

“Huh? Is that so?” Newt frowned. “Did you run into a robber? He didn’t tell me—he only said he made two friends…”

?

Didn't Rolf tell his grandfather about the cat hitting people...?

Cohen felt like he had done something terribly wrong.

“I’ll have to ask him a lot of questions when he gets back,” Newt said. “What happened to those robbers?”

"They're probably still alive..." Cohen said cautiously, "They were thrown into the river..."

If they hadn't hit their heads when they fell into the river, hadn't had their heads bitten off by crocodiles, and hadn't lost their wands due to weightlessness and falling into the water...

He'll probably still be alive...

But looking at Newt's furrowed brows and slightly open mouth as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, Cohen felt that Newt wasn't angry because "Rolfe almost killed someone," but because of something else.

It wasn't until Rolfe returned at dinner, reeking of salt, and Newt started arguing with him about old grievances, that Cohen finally understood what Newt really wanted to ask.

“No wonder the fluffy creature always tried to lift people up into the air and then throw them down… What promises did you make to me before? What did you promise me after that little horse-shaped water monster hurt my back?” Newt said sternly.

“Don’t teach them to do dangerous work,” Rolf said dryly.

"anything else?"

"Don't let them play with the food."

“This is a bit difficult,” Cohen said to Rolf—because he himself also enjoyed playing with food.

But that statement is useless—normal Dementors don't play with their food.

"anything else?"

“When encountering robbers, you need to use adult animals that have experience dealing with bad guys…” Rolf said.

"Is that Zouwu not an adult yet?" Cohen raised his eyebrows.

“Only the little furball is willing to run around with me…” Rolf scratched Cohen's head awkwardly, “The two big ones just want to stuff me into their dens…”

“That’s because you always stuff the cat toy into your back pocket,” Newt said, pursing his lips.

For the rest of the dinner, Rolf apologized to Newt—firstly for corrupting the animals, and secondly because Newt, unaware of the situation, had been dragged down several times by the little Zouwu after that day, leading Newt to believe that this was some undiscovered childhood peculiarity of the species.

Is it a particular habit of young snakes to have something in their mouths?

Back in his room, before going to sleep, Cohen curiously turned to the old water snake at the other end of the room and asked,

Every time I ask Sissoko, he suddenly falls silent—okay, I guess I don't need to ask him anymore...

Because the old water snake was biting the armrest of the chair, staring blankly at Cohen.

"What?" the old water snake asked Cohen with a slightly drooling voice, and quickly pulled the snake head off the chair.

"Go on, go on, I won't disturb you..." Cohen crawled into bed.

It doesn't seem to be from childhood.
— The next morning, Cohen was woken up by the old water snake.

"Old man, if you can't sleep, don't keep me up..." Cohen turned its horn away from him. "It's not even dawn yet..."

"It's already dawn!" The old water snake used its tail to pull back the curtains and urged Cohen, "Hurry up, grandson! Bring the little griffin and let's go—"

[You can set off on your own, and while you're at it, help me eat those people with silver keys.] Cohen turned over, hiding from the sunlight streaming in through the window.

But Cohen's desire to go back to sleep was quickly worn away by the old water snake and the griffin.

"Screech!" The griffin anxiously nuzzled against Cohen's blanket.

"You guys—" Cohen threw off the covers and sat up, still grumpy from being woken up, but looking at the griffin that kept squawking and the old water snake that he had specially placed a fish on the bedside table, he couldn't think of any way to punish them. "Sigh..."

Cohen dawdled as he got dressed and washed up before he felt better.

After having the old water snake coil around the griffin and become invisible with it, Cohen called over Newt and Rolfe, indicating that he was ready to set off.

“My grandfather said you now have a griffin and a longhorned water snake!” Rolf asked Cohen excitedly.

"Believe me, you won't want to keep them." Cohen yawned. "Especially that water snake, which keeps calling people 'grandson'."

“A good animal doesn’t swear,” Rolf said reverently. “Every time I pass by the snakes my grandfather kept, I feel like they have several heads cursing at me…”

“They curse at everyone they touch, not just you,” Newt said helplessly. “And you don’t have to add the prefix ‘my grandfather raised them’ to it…”

“How are we supposed to find those poachers?” Rolf asked Cohen and Newt. “Patlay isn’t exactly a small place…”

“Thanks to the griffin I brought.” Cohen patted the air next to him.

"Is it here?" Rolf looked with great interest at the figure beside Cohen, where the outline of the giant beast could be vaguely seen in the sunlight. "May I touch it—"

"Screech—" The griffin gently pecked at Rolf's outstretched hand.

"Woof woof woof—" Rolf exclaimed, "Grandpa, you should really get one too—"

“They’ll eat all the snakes in the box,” Newt said. “Besides, griffins are mostly doing well in Greece, so there’s no need to change their environment.”

"So why didn't the little griffin's father eat you the first time he saw you?" Cohen asked the invisible old water snake.

"How would I know?" the old water snake said, coiled on the griffin's back.

They didn't need to travel to Patras using Muggle or wizard methods—they all boarded griffins in an empty alley, with an old water snake hanging around the griffin's neck providing them and the beasts with invisibility.

This would undoubtedly be a huge burden for a normal water snake, but the old water snake seemed to be completely unaffected by the stress.

None of the Griffins, whether Cohen, Newt, or Rolfe, were too heavy, and the Griffins did not stumble or fall while flying due to the weight.

Soon, they arrived above Patras.

This is a port city, and many fishing boats are moored on the sea—the old water snake makes a very hungry sound towards them.

The griffin, meanwhile, kept sniffing out the poachers' scent, and then, quite strangely, paused for a moment before swooping down towards a secluded corner—

"It's not some cute star crashing into the sky, is it—" Rolf asked in horror, recalling what Cohen had done last time.

(End of this chapter)