Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

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"Can I have them all?"

Cohen suddenly had a sudden inspiration.

I haven't tried pumpkin, milk, and tea yet. This kind of mixed drink, which sounds very British, might need more sugar cubes...

“Of course, darling.” Mrs. Weasley stroked Cohen’s hair, probably thinking that Cohen wanted to try a little of each rather than mix them together.

"Mom, is there anything to eat this morning? I'm starving..." Ron came downstairs yawning, followed by an equally drowsy Harry and Hermione urging them to come downstairs. Harry and Ron must not have slept well last night; it seems Hermione woke them up.

Then, Ron saw Cohen in the living room—Ron rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his early morning drowsiness instantly gone:

“Cohen! You’re here today? Harry and I were just wondering whether we should go back to Privet Drive to pick you up! Dumbledore said you got home yesterday.”

"There's bread and fried eggs, as well as jam and cheese. You can eat first, and I'll go get you some drinks." Mrs. Weasley went back to the kitchen, giving Ron and Harry the seat next to Cohen.

“Cohen, you’d never guess what happened to me this summer!” Harry excitedly rushed over to sit down next to Cohen, trying to share something.

“A Dementor attacked you,” Cohen said preemptively. “You chased it away with a Patronus Charm.”

"How did you know?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, turning to recall the details of the incident. "That Dementor shouldn't have been you in disguise..."

“It told me it went to my house after you left Privet Drive,” Cohen shook his head. “The Dementors have all left Azkaban—”

Cohen originally intended to tell Harry and the others that the Dementors had gone to Voldemort's side, but he suddenly remembered something very important.

Voldemort will try to connect with Harry's mind this year—it's unclear exactly when, but it's best to be cautious.

After all, he was still an "insider." If he acted like an inside man in front of Harry and was spied on by Voldemort, he might be exposed.

“You should be glad the Ministry of Magic didn’t send you any warning letters, Harry,” Hermione said worriedly. “They’ve spent the entire summer trying to portray you and Dumbledore as crazy liars, and the Daily Prophet was spreading rumors about you just a few days ago…”

"A fabricated article by Rita Skipp?" Cohen asked, frowning.

I haven't read many newspapers from China while I've been in Greece.

“No, Rita Skeeter went to be an entertainment columnist for Wizarding Weekly. I think it’s a deliberate attempt by the Ministry of Magic to put pressure on the Daily Prophet,” Hermione said. “After all, the Daily Prophet’s smear campaign against the Ministry of Magic last year was quite obvious. It seems they’ve used some ‘official means.’”

“From the Ministry of Magic’s perspective, I think it’s more in their interest to keep Rita Skeeter in the Daily Prophet,” Ron mumbled, his mouth full of jam-covered bread. “Think about it, how could any other reporter be as enthusiastic as her? She must be trembling with excitement at the thought of having the chance to smear a celebrity…”

"Fast forward to the scene where she couldn't help but hum softly at home," Cohen said.

A burst of laughter erupted in the living room.

"You guys..." Hermione pursed her lips, looking at the three boys who were laughing so hard they were doubled over because of the dirty jokes.

That's what they say, but Cohen knew that Rita Skeeter might have been forced to leave because of this. With Cohen as a threat, she might not be so willing to risk her life writing articles anymore.

"Are you all on a group vacation or doing something else here?" Cohen asked, feigning ignorance. "You didn't know?" Ron finally swallowed his mouth full of food, his eyes widening as he asked, "I heard from my dad that Mr. Norton is also in the Order of the Phoenix, so I thought he would tell you everything..."

"Nobody called him this time either..." Cohen sighed. "The Order of the Phoenix must be a petty organization, looking down on useless old members—"

“No, this is an organization fighting Voldemort,” Harry said urgently. “Dumbledore is in charge, and this is their base now—but they won’t tell us anything…”

"The reason is that we're too young." With two loud bangs, Fred and George appeared in the living room with empty plates.

"I could hear your laughter from far away. Did you have any fun in Greece?" Fred asked.

“I think I heard a ‘humming’,” George said.

“And there’s also ‘can’t help it’,” Fred said.

"It must be incredibly ecstatic..." The two exchanged a knowing glance and said in unison.

“That means the soundproofing in this house isn’t just bad; I’m starting to think there’s a loudspeaker in the living room,” Cohen said. “You could hear us talking quietly upstairs?”

“Relying on your own ears won’t work,” Fred said proudly. “We have this—”

As he spoke, he pulled a pair of extremely lifelike ears from his pocket, with a thin thread connecting the two ears.

“Extendable ear—it can be used to eavesdrop,” George said, leaning close to Cohen. “Thanks to you, Cohen, we found a partner, a former colleague of Dad’s. He said you recommended us to him, and then he gave us a large sum of money to stock joke products.”

"How's it going?" Cohen asked.

“O,” Fred said, raising his eyebrows, “or E, anything is better than A.”

“I really hope our grades can be like that, then Mom will finally let us do research openly,” George sighed. “She can’t help but search our pockets whenever she sees us—”

"Fred! George! Haven't I told you not to do this anymore—if I see you doing this useless stuff again—" Mrs. Weasley, who had just come out of the kitchen, saw the retractable ear on Fred's hand and shouted angrily.

“Mom, we’re adults now!” Fred said.

“But you’re still in school!” Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

“Going to school and planning for the future don’t conflict at all, Mom,” George argued. “We can make a lot of money after we sell these things—”

“You don’t need to worry about making money right now; that’s your father’s responsibility,” Mrs. Weasley said angrily. “Your priority is this year’s NEWT exam! Don’t bring home nine failing grades like before! Learn from Bill, Charlie, and Percy—”

When she mentioned Percy, Mrs. Weasley suddenly paused. She silently placed the drink on the table, then covered her face and hurried back to the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

“Let’s go comfort her.” Fred and George quickly slid off the table and rushed to the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)