Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 397 "The methods were somewhat terrifying, but the essence was still a righteous revenge."
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With a roar, the griffin swooped down on the group of wizards who had almost lost their fighting ability.

"Tear--"

Instantly, the head of the Silver Key member who was the first to have his neck caught by the griffin's beak was separated from his body—Cohen was already starting to regret telling the griffin to bite their necks.

I forgot to remind it that letting it bite the neck was to keep the body intact for making it a shadow corpse...

In no time, the place was a scene of carnage, with blood splattered everywhere on the ground. The torn human tracheas and shredded skin looked like grains of rice in a puddle of vomit.

"It's a bit disgusting." Cohen pursed his lips.

"These are for you to use as... that... corpse?" the old griffin asked Cohen, his feathers soaked in blood, as he crouched among the corpses.

"..." Cohen's lips twitched. "They're all headless, forget it, it's not important—why don't you guys divide up the rest and eat them?"

The old griffin didn't seem to have much of an appetite.

Cohen asked the old water snake another question.

"I can't really eat much." The old water snake shook its head frantically at the mess. "I'm still thinking about that octopus in the temple..."

"Okay, okay... I'll take you out to eat after I kill them, alright? ~_~" Cohen said helplessly.

It wouldn't matter if these silver keys rotted away here; no one would ever discover this place. By the time someone did find them, they would have already turned into rotten bones.

Cohen and his team had more important things to do—such as raiding the Greek Ministry of Magic's traitors.

If things had gone according to plan, they should have reported the traitors one by one after obtaining the list of traitors from the memories of these silver keys, or made these traitors self-destruct through some means—this would have saved the Greek Ministry of Magic some effort in hunting down the "mad griffins and mad water snakes that attacked innocent wizards."
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"Won't those wizard officials think we're attacking them indiscriminately?"

As Cohen led the old griffin to the gates of the Greek Ministry of Magic, he suddenly realized something.
"I remember those griffins that attacked wizards never had a good ending..."

“They certainly won’t end well,” Cohen said, perched on the griffin’s back. They had all managed to blend into the sparse crowd thanks to the old water serpent’s invisibility magic. Although people would occasionally bump into the invisible and enormous griffin, it would already be gone by the time they realized what was happening. “You’ll be hunted down by the Greek Ministry of Magic for decades.”

"..." The old griffin was silent for a moment, "Why don't we try other methods?"

“Why don’t you go and tell the Minister of Magic, ‘You have a mole here, named ***, ***, and ***?’” Cohen said. “Just a heads-up, one of them is the Deputy Minister.”

The old griffin couldn't think of any good solutions either.

"Don't worry, you won't be homeless," Cohen patted its head to comfort it. "You can bring your son and the other animals to stay with me, with the old water snake and its chimera. It's just a matter of having a few more people to share the farm; it won't make a difference if you have a few more mouths to feed."

Does it include meals and accommodation?

"Well, thank you so much..." the old griffin said somewhat embarrassedly.

"What are you talking about?" the old water snake asked, its head resting on Cohen's shoulder. "How about I learn some human language—it feels so frustrating not being able to understand you..."

"We were talking about letting the old griffin stay with us," Cohen said. "That way, you and the little basilisk will both have company."

"Really?" the old water snake said happily. "My precious grandson, I knew it!"

[When you're outside, call out for Cohen.]

"Good, my dear grandson," said the old water snake.

The assassination plan progressed smoothly to its first step. Cohen found the workplace of the first Ministry of Magic mole from Silver Key's memory—a balding wizard in a plain work robe, discussing something with another wizard in his office. They were speaking gibberish in Greek, which Cohen couldn't understand, but he recognized the two faces.

And you can almost clearly tell the thrill of "secretly engaging in underground transactions" in them.

Both of them were on the list of moles.

"Who?!"

The two suddenly looked toward the door and asked warily.

Because the griffin is so large, the office door had to be almost fully opened to let it in.

Cohen could have simply taken the griffin back into the box and then come out alone or with the old water snake, but that would have prevented him from framing the griffin—or rather, prevented him from satisfying the old griffin's desire for revenge.

Before the two could even pull out their wands, Cohen had already darted to their side in his Dementor form and silently sucked a mouthful of their souls.

What followed was another bloody scene. Without Cohen's prior warning, the two were torn apart even more, their bodies riddled with bloody holes pecked out by the griffins.

"This seems a bit too horrible." Cohen looked at the gruesome scene in the office. "Let's do some follow-up work..."

If they were to go straight for the next mole and start killing them now, these bloody scenes could very well cause panic within the Greek Ministry of Magic, and might not be so friendly to the other animals in Greece.

After all, this looks like a random, indiscriminate attack.

But Cohen has a better way to solve this problem—

"What are you doing?" The old griffin looked on in confusion as the invisible Cohen turned the bloody corpses over and over—as if Cohen was trying to find something on them.

“They have lists of deals with poachers on them—even villains wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do it myself, it’s too easy for them to use against us,” Cohen said.

If someone dares to owe me something, I'll go to their door and take their life to make up for the loss.

As he spoke, Cohen found a list of trades for various parts of magical creatures, including their limbs and internal organs, and placed it in the most prominent spot on the table.

Then they broke off one of the people's severed hands and placed it on top of the attack. Instantly, the nature of the attack changed from a terrorist attack to a retaliatory act that was "slightly horrific in method, but essentially a righteous revenge."

Cohen felt the system should give him some goodwill points, but after waiting for a long time there was no response.

“Next,” Cohen said.

After cleaning the blood off the old griffin and the old water snake, Cohen climbed back onto the griffin's back.

But Cohen preserved the bloody claw marks left by the griffins on the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

A witch was about to enter to hand in some materials when a strong smell of blood hit her nose. Then, the scene in front of her sent chills down her spine.

The old griffin brushed past her, and when the right side of its body touched the texture of feathers, the witch froze, her eyes wide, and she held her breath in fright.

(End of this chapter)