Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 402 Who's been isolated by the Order of the Phoenix? So hard to guess!
It's probably news from the Phoenix Society...

Upon hearing Edward and Dobby open the kitchen door and enter the living room, Cohen put the letter away.

"Did Harry deliver a letter to you?" Edward saw Hedwig, who was still in the living room.

“Harry said I could come visit him for a few days,” Cohen said. “Didn’t you and Mom hear anything about it?”

"What news?" Edward muttered. "Dumbledore has been saying for a while that he wants to revive the Order of the Phoenix, but there's still no news... If I didn't know he was one of the Secret Keepers, I would have thought he was excluded by the Faithful Charm..."

“I understand now.” Cohen shook his head.

It seems Dumbledore wasn't planning on bringing Edward and Rose over—he also knew that it was best not to touch Cohen's people, to avoid any problems that could lead to situations that no one wanted to see.

Dobby placed the fried chicken on the table, while Edward came over and patted Cohen on the head.

"Why do you always leave things unsaid, just like Dumbledore—what do you know?"

“You’ve been isolated by Dumbledore,” Cohen said. “You’re not coming to this Order of the Phoenix gathering—”

“This isn’t exactly isolation,” Edward said helplessly, shoving Cohen into a chair at the dining table. “It’s probably to take care of someone who’s not feeling well—the letter said it’s for you? You’re not an adult yet, I need to write a letter to Dumbledore—”

“No, Harry sent me to see the true face of the ‘mysterious underground organization’.” Cohen raised his eyebrows. “Just wait, we’ll set up a resistance organization in the school this year…”

“Let’s see if Dumbledore agrees,” Edward said with a smile, pulling out the chair next to Cohen and sitting down with him. “Let’s eat, and tell me what happened in Greece—and about your Dementor…emmmm…friend, are you going to watch us eat the whole time…”

Since Cohen had promised to take it out for dinner that night, the Dementor had turned into a black cloak frame floating quietly next to Cohen.

After realizing that this Dementor wasn't "Cohen, who had become a Dementor but couldn't turn back due to some accident," Edward suddenly felt less comfortable with it.

So Cohen reminded it to go back upstairs first, and that he would take it out again in the evening.

Then, while gnawing on a chicken leg, Cohen recounted in detail to Edward what had happened in Greece.

The story of him taking his griffins to kill people was naturally omitted, and the focus was more on the past of Flick, the chief of the Snake TV in the temple, and the old water snake, the Greek wizard's ritual, and the rare golden sheep that Sissoko and his companions captured.

Interspersed throughout were the small animal cubs brought by the griffin family.

“I guess Newt took those kids back with him,” Edward said.

Cohen has already kept a lot of strange things, to the point that Edward rarely even goes to visit his son's secret base anymore—he's heard that Newt, even at his advanced age, is still incredibly passionate about magical creatures, and he certainly won't miss out on these orphaned cat and leopard cubs, manticore cubs, two-headed lynxes, and the like...

"Wow, you're amazing! You guessed the second half right," Cohen praised.

"So you mean you brought them back, right..." Edward said stiffly.

"Don't worry, I won't let you take care of me," Cohen reassured him.

"Is that what I'm worried about?" Edward said helplessly. "It's fine to put those related to you by blood in the box, but these people who have nothing to do with you... sigh..."

Edward thought for a moment, then decided not to continue. Looking at Cohen's face, Edward always forgot that he was actually a more dangerous species than those other things.

When did their lives become so strange?

“Most creatures are not aggressive if they are fed and housed and don’t have to work,” Cohen said. “Of course, some bad cats are an exception.”

“It sounds like Mr. Frondo,” Edward said.

"Did it breathe on you?" Cohen asked.

“It talks too much. Your mother and I have decided to send it back to Martha.” Edward sighed. Mental aggression is far more terrifying than physical aggression.
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That night, Cohen secretly slipped out the window with the Dementor that had come to him, and the two Dementors drifted towards the nearest prison in Surrey County under the cover of night.

That was Belmarsh Prison, located in south London. Cohen remembered the location purely because Rose had reported on it, as Belmarsh Prison had been the subject of a joint complaint from human rights organizations due to rumors of abuse of force and an extremely oppressive environment.

But this isn't too bad news for the Dementors; the prisoners here, no matter how unhappy, can't be worse off than those in Azkaban.

With the help of Cohen, the Dementor who possessed magic, the two of them easily slipped into the prison cells, where the sleeping prisoners were unaware of the "extra punishment" tonight.

By the time Cohen was about to leave with the well-fed Dementor, all 687 prisoners in the jail were having nightmares, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

"Have you eaten yet?" Cohen asked the Dementor.

The other person responded with a sense of satisfaction—which made Cohen feel as if he had just enjoyed a delicious meal.

No wonder Dementors like to hang out in groups...

Sharing stomachs—what species wouldn't be united in that situation?

"Where are the other members of our family?" Cohen asked it.

It continued to share memories with Cohen—Voldemort and the Death Eaters took them to an abandoned castle, which, according to the trajectory from Azkaban, should be a little south of the Scottish Highlands, at a rather ambiguous distance from Hogwarts, neither too far nor too close.

It seems they intend to use the Dementors as backup forces to attack Hogwarts...

Therefore, Voldemort's primary target is quite clear: the Ministry of Magic is not as important to him as Hogwarts.

Before going home, Cohen sent the Dementor back. Taking it out to eat every day was too tiring, so he decided to let it stay with Voldemort for a while.

Staying at home would upset Edward, and staying in the box would upset the other animals—although everyone was used to Mick, Mick was different from this Dementor. He didn't go around sucking up happiness or creating bone-chilling cold. On the contrary, he often brought small gifts to the other animals.

"your letter."

Cohen had just slipped through the window into the bedroom when, not long after, the Earl flew in behind him.

“Voldemort’s,” the Earl added irritably.

(End of this chapter)