Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 407 Fructose

"What?!" Hermione's eyes widened.

"What is Felix Felicis?" Harry and Ron asked, puzzled.

“It’s a lucky potion,” Hermione explained patiently to Harry and Ron. “It brings good luck—”

"Good luck?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, glancing at Hermione and Cohen, then at the sheep beside him.

"Baa!" The golden sheep noticed Harry's expression, which looked like he wanted to use it to make medicine, and angrily nudged Harry's stomach with its horns before quickly distancing itself from them.

"Ouch..." Harry cried out in pain, rubbing his stomach. "Does it understand us?"

“It’s just a sheep, of course it doesn’t understand. It butted you because your expression just now looked like you wanted to eat it,” Hermione said. “Harry, you don’t need to think of Felix Felicis as something so wonderful. Besides bringing good luck, it also has some drawbacks. Overdose can cause dizziness, recklessness, and arrogance…”

“It sounds like you’ve already done a thorough research,” Cohen said.

"It sounds like it could be used for final exams—just imagine, drink a little before the exam, and then you'll get a perfect score right afterward..." Ron said dreamily. "With it, I'll never have to stay up all night studying again..."

“Felix Felicis is prohibited in all competitions, exams, and elections,” Hermione shattered Ron’s illusions. “Besides, people who take Felix Felicis exhibit very distinctive behaviors that judges and evaluators can easily notice if they are paying attention…”

“It can be used in battle,” Cohen said. “While it can’t send a random creature to single-handedly kill Voldemort, it can at least play a supporting role in evenly matched fights…”

"A war?" Ron asked somewhat absentmindedly. At first, he didn't realize where a war was going to happen—but he quickly realized it, or rather, all three of them realized it.

"Are you referring to the war with the Death Eaters later?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"..." Harry didn't speak, but judging from his expression, he was just as dazed as Ron—

Although they had experienced many life-or-death crises, they still had a vague and distant feeling about the word "war".

Even after Voldemort was resurrected, they didn't feel any significant changes. Firstly, Voldemort had been extremely restrained during this period, and secondly, as minors, they didn't have a very direct understanding of war.

Hermione and Harry might have seen some of it on television, but for Ron it was really just something from distant stories told by his elders.

“The formula is written in the powerful potion,” Hermione said uncertainly, “but it’s complicated, the process is long, and there can’t be any mistakes in dosage or technique…”

“If you have the recipe, you’ll eventually be able to make it. After all, the hardest thing to get your hands on, the Golden Fleece, is right here,” Cohen said. “Greece has extremely strict controls on the circulation of this stuff, and it’s very difficult to find a seller—if it weren’t for the basilisk bringing three of them over, I wouldn’t even be planning to try making Felix Felicis…”

"If we had Felix Felicis, would it increase our chances of defeating Voldemort?" Harry asked.

“Unlikely, otherwise it would have become an essential pre-war drink.” Cohen shook his head. “The Greek Ministry of Magic wouldn’t be so low-ranking in Europe.”

Felix Felicis only induces people to make relatively correct choices, but when all the choices in front of a person are wrong, then no amount of "good luck" will have any effect.

But it's always good to have some on hand. Not shearing the golden fleece for even a day is an insult to the golden sheep's ability to grow wool—the magic of freshly sheared golden fleece is often much stronger than that of golden fleece that has been stored for a long time, and the potions made from it will be much more effective.

However, I'll have to wait until I get back to Hogwarts to borrow the book "Powerful Potion," since books from the restricted section can't be taken out of the school.

As they were about to leave Cohen's castle, they ran into the little basilisk wandering back at the gate.

Harry and the basilisk stared at each other, neither moving an inch like a wooden stake. This eerie scene made Hermione and Ron, who were unaware of what was happening, tense up, fearing that Cohen's basilisk might suddenly pounce on them.

"Cohen... what's wrong?" Hermione whispered as she leaned close to Cohen.

"Ex-boyfriend meeting ex-girlfriend," Cohen replied, turning his head.

"Huh?" Hermione thought she might have misheard—

"What is that? What is that?" Ron asked curiously, moving closer to Hermione and Cohen and whispering.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already created a considerable distance between themselves and Harry, allowing Harry to confront the basilisk head-on.

"Um..." Harry said somewhat awkwardly.

"Hmph!" The little snake monster turned its head and hissed arrogantly.

"Why don't you go find some other... snakes?" Harry mumbled.

[The Super Basilisk King doesn't want to talk to you!] The little basilisk scurried past Harry in an awkward posture, with its head facing and moving in the wrong direction, refusing to even glance at Harry.

“This…” Harry looked at Cohen for help, at a loss for what to do.

"Sigh... Let's go, let's go..." Cohen said, rubbing his forehead, and pulled Harry outside.

After leaving the box and returning to Cohen's bedroom, although Cohen didn't reveal anything more to Hermione and Ron, the two had already started chatting animatedly in private. Harry couldn't hear what they were talking about because they would stop discussing it as soon as he got close, which made Harry both annoyed and amused.

"I'm sorry—" Ron said to Harry, covering his mouth as he couldn't hold back.

“Harry, we can understand…” Hermione tried to comfort Harry.

“Cohen, what exactly did you tell them?” Harry asked Cohen.

“No, I didn’t say anything,” Cohen said innocently. “It’s just that your behavior is so relatable—”

"Hahahahaha—a snake!" Ron finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"What are you laughing at!" Harry said sullenly. "Didn't you dance with a snake too?!"

"When did I ever dance with a snake?" Ron exclaimed in shock. "Brother, you're talking nonsense—"

"Those two girls at the Christmas ball were actually Cohen's two basilisks," Harry said, looking at Ron's expression with immense satisfaction.

Then he gave a rather cunning reminder:
“The Cathy you’re dancing with is Korn’s basilisk father, Sissoko.”

"Huh?!" Ron's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly looked at Cohen, hoping to get an answer from Cohen that "Harry is talking nonsense".

“Logically speaking, you should be paying me for a dance partner of this caliber,” Cohen said matter-of-factly. “I’ve even brought my dad along to protect your reputation.”

(End of this chapter)