Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 418 Logically speaking, a student of your level...

“Don’t be impulsive, Cohen!” Hermione whispered, grabbing Cohen’s robe sleeve as if to keep him out of the dormitory that night. “Don’t give her any opportunity to find fault with you—don’t forget what Kingsley said—”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be discovered,” Cohen said. “Hogwarts Castle has been built for so many years, it’s normal for snakes, cats, scorpions and such to grow there…”

“You still didn’t listen to me, did you…” Hermione said helplessly.

“Cohen, dye all of her disgusting sweaters green,” Ron said menacingly. “I heard from my dad that this is the woman who got Fudge to put our family on the prime suspect list…”

“This wish sounds like something a student would do,” Cohen said. “I still have a lot of fun to come, and it wouldn’t be good to suddenly expose myself so obviously.”

“Well—” Harry wanted to offer a few suggestions on how to “fix” the new teacher, but the next second, the sound of tables and chairs colliding echoed through the Great Hall.

“Cohen, we should go and give directions to the first-year students!” Hermione called out to Cohen, who was about to return to the common room with Harry and the others.

"Damn it, I forgot about this." Cohen slapped his forehead, so focused on deciding whether to send the old water snake or the little basilisk to bite Umbridge that he forgot he also had to fulfill his duties as prefect, "oioi, all you little devils, come here—"

“They’re not… Little Don—what kind of word is that!” Hermione said, turning sternly to the bewildered first-years, “Gryffindor first-years! Come with us, we’ll take you to the Gryffindor dormitories!”

“This job can be done by one person. How about we take turns doing it, and each of us can do it for three years?” Cohen had an idea.

“We only have three years left at Hogwarts,” Hermione said, pursing her lips. “You’re dreaming…”

"See you later." Harry said gleefully, and he and Ron left first.

Cohen made a face at them.

The task given to the first-year students wasn't too difficult, after all, they were just a group of kids—but it wasn't exactly easy either, because there were always people who would get stuck on a certain step of the stairs even after being reminded that they needed to jump over it.

The task of pulling these freshmen out of the steps like radishes naturally fell to Cohen.

"Are you... Harry Potter's friends?" a blond boy asked Cohen quietly, his eyes full of curiosity, as Cohen helped him rescue himself from the stairs.

"Do you have a grudge against him?" Cohen asked.

Cohen remembered this person; he had heard his name during the sorting process: Euan Abercrombie.

"No—no—" Yu An hurriedly waved his hand.

“Then I’m his friend,” Cohen said. “Why are you asking him? Are you a Messiah fan too?”

"So... do you know if what he said is true or a lie?" Yu'an asked. "You know, it's about... the mysterious man returning—"

“Really. Don’t believe the newspapers; they never report anything true,” Cohen said.

Yu'an still seemed somewhat skeptical.

When they arrived outside the lounge on the eighth floor, there were very few people left.

The first-year students were walking too slowly, and Hermione stopped Cohen from leading them on a run.

“I feel like I have no authority as a prefect at all,” Cohen complained. “You’re the only one in charge.”

“You should know that you can’t run right after eating; it’s bad for your stomach,” Hermione said sternly. “Especially since they’re so young, you can’t let them get diarrhea on their very first day at Hogwarts—”

“That sounds alright,” Cohen said.

Just hearing that means a lot of sin points will be credited to my account... Hey, becoming a prefect now, does that mean...?

[Sin Value +10]

[Note: Sometimes I regret not adding a payment deduction function to this system.]
"Mibu Mibu." Hermione gave the password to the Fat Lady, then turned to the new students and introduced, "This is our Gryffindor common room and dormitory. You need to give the Fat Lady the correct password for her to open the door for you. The password changes every week. Come to me or Cohen on Monday to get the password, understand?"

"Understood!" Compared to Cohen, Hermione's imposing manner, much like Professor McGonagall's, was more effective at keeping the child in check.

After entering the common room, Cohen didn't see Ron and Harry, so he said goodbye to Hermione and went upstairs back to his dormitory.

I could hear noises coming from inside the dormitory as soon as I got outside.

“…My mother won’t let me go back to Hogwarts…” It was Seamus’s voice.

"Why?" Harry's voice asked.

“It’s probably because of you… I think…” Ximo’s voice sounded hesitant.

"Squeak—" Cohen pushed the door open and came in.

"Aren't you all going to sleep? Are you all planning to raid the toad's house at night?" Cohen asked.

"So she believed the Daily Prophet, thought I was a fraud, and that Dumbledore was senile?" Harry asked Seamus bluntly.

“Yes,” Seamus said, looking up at Harry. “That’s roughly the idea.”

"So you believed that newspaper just like your mother?" Cohen raised an eyebrow. "The one that said Fudge was the most reliable minister in British history? Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Don't you dare speak ill of my mother!" Seamus snapped at Cohen. "You may not know, but our headmaster has been expelled from the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards! Because he's losing his mind—"

“Nonsense,” Ron stepped forward and said, “You know absolutely nothing—”

“Ron,” Harry stopped Ron, who was about to reveal the Order of the Phoenix, “Be careful.”

“I wasn’t gossiping. I just said that newspaper was indeed unreliable, and normal people wouldn’t believe unreliable things,” Cohen said. “So, in other words, you’re actually admitting that your mother—”

"You're not allowed to talk to me like that!" Seamus angrily reached for his wand in his pocket. "And you're not allowed to talk about my mother like that either!"

But Cohen was one step ahead.

Cohen pointed his wand at Seamus, then with a slight flick, Seamus's wand flew out of his hand.

"Logically speaking, a student of your level is not qualified to yell at me."

Cohen said,
"Remember? I'm the prefect. Unless you want to be put in solitary confinement, don't point your wand at me. I can't guarantee I can control the urge to cast a curse on you."

"..." Seamus didn't pick up his wand that had fallen into the pile of junk, and stared at Cohen, trembling with anger.

"Alright, go to sleep." Cohen put away his wand and said, "Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Cohen still had to take the snake for a walk around the castle that night, and he didn't want to stay up all night.

(End of this chapter)