Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 395 "Do you have a grandson like this?"

"That's wonderful," the old water snake said enviously, "I often see the father and son so affectionately together... My children have all grown up..."

"I told you to learn a foreign language, but you wouldn't listen..." Cohen said, covering his face.

"What is this...?" Rolf looked at the griffin that was beating up his child and asked Newt in disbelief, "Grandpa, can griffins talk?"

“I’ve never seen it before, but I have now.” Newt’s eyes gleamed with an interest even stronger than Rolf’s.

The gazes of the two strange men, the old and the young, sent a shiver down the spine of the old griffin who was teaching the cub, and it stopped scratching its son's head.

“You’re not those poachers, are you?” the old griffin asked them.

None of these three people smelled like bad guys.

Newt and Rolf spend far more time with magical creatures than with people, not to mention Cohen—he's like a chimera that's been around people for too long.

“We’re here to end them,” Cohen said. “I’m the reinforcements your son brought.”

“You still look like a little cub…” the old griffin said uncertainly, then looked at the old water snake:
What's your relationship with this old snake?

"This is my grandson!" the old water snake said, his eyes gleaming. "Do you have a grandson like this?"

“Now you can understand again, right…” Cohen said, pressing down the old water snake’s raised head.

The griffin was still watching Cohen.

“Okay, the Chimera it raises is my blood relative, that’s about it,” Cohen said.

"Familiar, but I've never seen a creature like you before." The old griffin slowly approached, its orange eyes staring directly into Cohen's pupils.

“I don’t accept life insurance,” Cohen said.

“…” Newt felt that his silence had almost become a habit under Cohen’s training.

"..." The old griffin didn't understand at first, but its two forelimbs, which were meant to express gratitude and bow, failed to bend down—it felt that what the child in front of it was saying was not normal.

“I don’t think that’s what it meant,” Rolf whispered to Cohen with a gesturing gesture.

"Given the prevailing attitude towards Greek mythology, I can't help but question the extent of their perversion," Cohen whispered to Rolf, covering his mouth with his hand as if making a whispering gesture.

"Screech!" the little griffin cried out to the old griffin.

"Who taught you the word 'hybridization'?!" the old griffin asked the little griffin, glaring at him, before attempting to physically eliminate the little griffin's dangerous ideas.

"You're teaching the animals in the box this?" Rolf asked Cohen in surprise. "Don't let my grandfather hear this—he hates people who do biology experiments..."

“This is obviously not me.” Cohen pursed his lips. “I was created by this kind of experiment… I guess my owl taught him the word ‘hybrid.’

The count said he wouldn't get close, but he still uttered a bunch of forbidden words next to the griffin...

As expected, it's a filthy owl that never learns its lesson...

“Isn’t this what you taught me? —” Rolf said.

But Cohen simply held up one finger and waved it.

“I’ve become like this because of that owl. From the moment I brought it home, its mouth has never been kind,” Cohen said. “The basilisks, dragons, and the like in my box have all been influenced by it.” “You mean, a talking owl single-handedly corrupted you and almost all the creatures in your box?” Rolf sighed.

“A magical owl, isn’t that amazing?” Cohen said.

“What about those unicorns that like to drink?” Rolf asked.

“No, unicorns are different. Their fondness for drinking is clearly an inherent flaw.” Cohen shook his head.
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After the old griffin successfully corrected the cub's misguided thinking through physical means, it returned to Cohen's side and made a "bowing" gesture to Cohen, similar to that of a hippogriff.

"Does that mean I can ride you?" Cohen asked eagerly.

"It means I'm thanking you for taking care of my son and for being willing to bring him to help me," the old griffin said solemnly. "Of course... riding normally is also fine..."

When the old griffin said the last sentence, it seemed a little...shy?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made that joke." Cohen's lips twitched. "Be normal."

"Is this your hideout?" Newt changed the subject, asking the griffin, "Can you tell me about the poachers' movements and what they've done to you—we can help you take care of them."

If you can communicate with words, cooperating with magical creatures becomes much easier—you don't need to rely on cat toys and treats, and you don't need to worry about miscommunication.

“This is a secret chamber left behind by an old wizard. He and the chimera cub of this water snake were old friends,” the old griffin said. “The old wizard died a long time ago, and those dangerous wizards couldn’t find this place, so I escaped here with these cubs.”

As he spoke, the old griffin cried out a few times into the shadows.

Several different kinds of animals slowly emerged from the shadows—a bunch of strange-looking cats and dogs, whose species were indistinguishable, but Cohen was certain that none of them were griffins.

“Those poachers have caught a lot, and many have already been killed,” the old griffin said sadly. “I can only try to escape with the survivors—I remember where they are.”

"If you speak Greek and English, couldn't you just go to the Greek Ministry of Magic and let them know?" Cohen asked curiously. "Wouldn't they come to help much faster?"

Considering the temple's willingness to permanently keep the useless water snakes for free, the Greek Ministry of Magic probably won't refuse to hunt down those poachers...

There can only be one reason why the old griffin would rather hide here with his friend's child than go out to find the wizard.

“Those wizards are no safe either,” the old griffin said. “I saw the same group of people at the temple.”

“But they still say they haven’t caught the poachers…” Newt frowned. “There’s a mole in the Greek Ministry of Magic.”

“I’m good at spotting moles,” Cohen said. “I can just walk around in front of them and I’ll be fine.”

“But if they have people inside the Greek Ministry of Magic, won’t it be very difficult for us to find them?” Rolf said anxiously. “Officials are the hardest to deal with…”

“That’s easy… Would you mind being classified as a high-risk creature here in Greece?” Cohen turned to the old griffin and asked, “I want to use your name to do something that only extremely dangerous creatures would do.”

"For example what?" Newt sensed that Cohen's intentions were quite clear.

"For example, a highly dangerous griffin might be colluding with a long-horned water snake to launch sneak attacks on Ministry of Magic officials," Cohen said.

After noticing that Newt's expression was starting to show some worry, Cohen offered an additional explanation.

"Of course, since I'm currently in the 14+ age range, these people will only experience things like having their legs bitten off by some unknown creature..."

(End of this chapter)