Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 410 The Boy Facing Imminent Disaster

“Ha.” Cohen scratched his head.

"Hmm," Snape said expressionlessly.

“Severus is our inside man.” Voldemort sat at the end of the long table, his arms crossed, like a shrewd old coin. “I remember telling you that, Cohen.”

What could be more embarrassing than being discovered as a double agent?

That is, a double agent sneaked out and was discovered by another double agent.

Now he doesn't have to explain why "Dumbledore told you to stay at home, but you suddenly appeared at Voldemort's place."

"Did you call me here because of some new operation?" Cohen asked.

"How dare you speak to the Dark Lord like that!" a short, fat, and fierce-looking man roared at Cohen.

“This child is far more useful than you, Amicus,” Voldemort hissed like a viper. “Barking alone cannot atone for your past betrayals, can it?”

Voldemort's voice wasn't loud, but it froze Amycus Carona's angry expression like ice. Like a masked actor, the muscles in his face instantly relaxed, and he pleaded with Voldemort in terror:

"Master, I was wrong, Master—I was just..."

Voldemort said nothing, and Amicus shut his mouth and stood aside with his head down.

The Carol siblings left the Death Eaters immediately after Voldemort's last defeat, thus escaping Azkaban's imprisonment—a stain they now find difficult to conceal on Voldemort's side.

“I need something,” Voldemort said to Cohen.

“Harry’s life?” Cohen asked. “I thought he was supposed to die last semester.”

Voldemort's expression darkened considerably.

“There is some unusual connection between him and my wand, but I did make a mistake once,” Voldemort said. “But it’s nothing important. He’s just a cowardly little boy who won’t amount to anything.”

really?
Cohen pursed his lips.

It feels like Voldemort is hypnotizing himself—he clearly wanted to kill Harry right away...

How can someone like him be changed? (Annoying)

"What else is important?" Cohen asked, feigning ignorance.

Cohen knew what Voldemort had always wanted: the prophecy about him and Harry. Snape only heard the first half of the prophecy before being kicked out of the tavern, while Voldemort firmly believed that the second half of the prophecy was the key to killing the "man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord."

“A prophecy orb kept in the Department of Mysteries,” Voldemort said. “I need it. It contains a prophecy between me and Harry Potter. Harry Potter was able to escape from me because of the second half of the prophecy…”

“Oh—I remember now…” Cohen said, “The one who possesses the power to conquer the Dark Lord has approached—since you know its location, why not just go and get it, or have your men do it?” “Only those with knowledge of the prophecy can find and hear the prophecy it contains,” Voldemort said. “I am not suited to be in the Ministry of Magic right now. I want to deal with Harry Potter before proceeding with the next step of our plan… As you can see, we need more time to gather allies willing to follow us.”

As he spoke, Voldemort's long, narrow snake eyes swept around the hall, where there weren't many Death Eaters, as if reminding Cohen that their group wasn't large.

“Some loyal and useful Death Eaters are buried forever in Azkaban. We need to secretly recruit some fresh blood. It would not be a wise decision to expose ourselves now.”

“Although Dumbledore already knows, I’m glad to see that the current leaders of the Ministry of Magic are unwilling to believe Dumbledore,” Voldemort sneered. “He has provided us with a lot of ‘help’.”

“It’s a real shame, I was planning to kill him this year,” Cohen said. “He always tries to cause trouble for me and pin some trumped-up charges on me.”

“He’s still useful this year, let him live a little longer,” Voldemort said. “You don’t need to worry about these things. Once I’ve finished my business, your reputation will not be affected by anyone… On the contrary, I can provide you with everything you want—of course, I can entrust the lives of those people in the Ministry of Magic to you…”

"Guess how my reputation got affected?" Cohen pursed his lips. "I came home from my trip to find all the Dementors had run away, and one of them came looking for food—"

"The Dementors are our natural allies," Voldemort said without any apology. "Thanks to you, they have successfully cooperated with us."

“I believe you can provide them with a better living environment than Azkaban,” Cohen said businesslike. “That’s why I didn’t let the Dementor that came to my house bring the other Dementors back to me. Sigh… I used to feel bad seeing their pitiful food. Do you know how much happiness a Dementor can eat every day?”

A hint of joy flickered deep in Voldemort's eyes—

Dumbledore went to great lengths but still couldn't figure out what Cohen really wanted. The old man is indeed an old man; he's completely outmatched by Dumbledore in winning people's hearts.

“Let’s put the Dementors aside,” Cohen said. “Since only you and Harry can find the Prophecy Orb, and you can’t get into the Ministry of Magic, how are you going to get Harry to help you find it? You can’t expect me to carry him there, can you?”

“If possible, this is a straightforward method,” Voldemort said.

“Let’s think straight. The idea of ​​me taking Harry to the Ministry of Magic is too far-fetched,” Cohen said. “Kidnapping Harry is easy, but I’m sure that as soon as I, the prime suspect for ‘kidnapping Dementors,’ enter the Ministry of Magic, they’ll immediately call Dumbledore over.”

“We have an inside man in the Department of Mysteries,” Voldemort said. “I will try another method first, when the Ministry of Magic’s guards are lax, to possess Nagini and retrieve the Prophecy Orb.”

“That doesn’t seem to concern me,” Cohen said, raising an eyebrow.

“But I’m not entirely confident in the feasibility of this plan,” Voldemort said. “Nagini is not me after all, and the magic on the orb of prophecy may not have penetrated to the level of the soul, so we need a more comprehensive backup plan.”

“I will have Lukwood and some other Death Eaters distract the Ministry of Magic one night,” Voldemort said. “You will lure Harry Potter there and get the Prophecy Orb, while I will have the Death Eaters go there and bring it to me.”

“If there’s no one in the Ministry of Magic, that would be much easier.” Cohen nodded thoughtfully. “Snape, remember to hold off Dumbledore for me and don’t let him get here too quickly.”

“Severus,” Voldemort said to Snape.

“Of course, Master,” Severus bowed deeply to Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)