Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 429 Did the little toad think he would be safe if he brought someone with him?
Cohen, Harry, and Ron finally managed to copy Hermione's homework before 8:30—it has to be said that Hermione wrote so much in each of her papers that the three lazybones had to make some cuts to save time.

"I think I've forgotten something very important," Cohen said after finishing his potion homework.

“Forgot you were going to play Gobstone with us,” Ron said. “Don’t be silly, buddy. Some paragraphs are deleted, so be it. Don’t worry about the assignments you’ve already finished—at worst, it’ll just be Snape’s deduction, Hermione will make it back.”

"Preparing for tomorrow's detention?" Harry said.

“Indeed.” Cohen stood up. “I need to go find the Chimera Beast and then prepare some things.”
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The next morning, Cohen realized that he seemed to have forgotten to bring back the old water snake and the little snake monster.

By the time he arrived, the two snakes were already lying on the ground, belly up.

"I won't get up unless there are at least ten fish as big as me..." the old water snake said awkwardly. "They have to be boneless."

"I won't get up unless there are at least ten rabbits as big as me!" the little snake monster chimed in. "They have to be boneless—quack—"

It even added a sharp, grating sound and stuck out its tongue.

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"Don't you get tired of propping your head upside down with your horns?" Cohen pointed out the old water snake's acting flaws. "That's not how a horned water snake plays dead..."

"And what about me?" the little snake monster immediately jumped up and boasted to Cohen, "Didn't I act convincingly—?"

It used to look similar, but now it doesn't.

I led the two snakes back to the dormitory through the pipes. The older water snake kept asking me along the way if we should go and bite that fat woman from the night before last to death—

"She scared the little guy," the old water snake said angrily.

"The world's most powerful basilisk king wouldn't be scared by a pink toad!" the little basilisk protested. "I just... I just..."

"She's someone I want to kill; she makes me feel nauseous," Cohen said. "I used to disapprove of you playing with your food, but now I feel that sometimes it's necessary—Old Water Snake, you'd better be prepared."

"What about me? What about me?" the little snake monster said longingly. "I want some too!"

"We'll talk again when you can control yourself and stop spitting venom when you bite," Cohen said.

How can you get the highest reward if you die in one bite?
At least the old water snake can slowly cut her flesh; after all, it's not poisonous and can bite her a few more times before she bleeds to death.

The only problem now is how to kill this woman without affecting Hogwarts' normal teaching – because if the old water snake were to kill her directly in the school, Dumbledore's side would definitely be in trouble.

But it would be too risky for Cohen to do it himself—the best way is to get Umbridge into the Forbidden Forest.

Anything can happen in the Forbidden Forest.

The key is to get Umbridge to go there on her own initiative—what could possibly entice her to run into the Forbidden Forest?
After returning the two snakes to the box, Cohen rushed into the classroom a minute before the Charms class began.

"Where did you go?" Harry asked in a low voice after Cohen arrived, having saved a spot for him.

“I left some things behind, I’ll go back and get them,” Cohen said. Throughout the day, every professor had been reminding them of the importance of the OWL exams, which made Hermione extremely anxious—by the end of the last class, she had already started mentioning to Cohen that she wanted to go see a Chimera tonight to learn defensive magic.

“Of course, my suitcase isn’t locked,” Cohen said. “But I’m not sure if the goat understands the OWL exam scope; after all, it’s just a goat, not an examiner. You’ll probably have to find out exactly what you need to learn…”

"I think the content of 'Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense' will definitely be on the test, and maybe 'Practical Defensive Magic and Its Countermeasures Against Dark Magic' too... I have to go to the library!" Hermione made a long list of books and then ran quickly to the library.

“She must be crazy,” Ron said. “It’s like we don’t have enough homework—three more papers today, plus Professor McGonagall’s Vanishing Charm practice, and finding the breaking spell Professor Flitwick demanded…”

“And Trelawney’s boring dream journal,” Harry added. “Cohen and I are even going to that pink toad’s for time-out later—Cohen, have you found a way to make her afraid to put us in time-out anymore?”

“Hmm,” Cohen said. “When you hold the pen later, remember to flick the feather toward Umbridge.”

He was indeed ready—yesterday Cohen even sneaked into Umbridge's office in spirit form to thoroughly examine and prepare for today's performance.

"What do you mean by holding a pen?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“Just remember this sentence,” Cohen said.
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At 4:55, Cohen and Harry arrived at Umbridge's office, accompanied by the well-known, invisible old water snake.

Cohen paused at the door and secretly gestured to the old water snake to stay outside.

Harry was about to knock on the door when he suddenly stopped.

Why is there a man's voice inside?

“It’s obvious she’s not comfortable being in the same room with me,” Cohen smirked. “But she doesn’t think… that having an observer with her will stop me from making a move against her.”

Cohen pushed the door open.

It contains not only Umbridge, but also Mr. Crouch—

“Barty, I believe you wouldn’t do something so treacherous, would you?” Umbridge was still saying something to the serious-looking Barty Crouch when the door opened, and she turned to look at the doorway.

“Good evening, Mr. Norton, Mr. Potter.” Umbridge’s face was filled with barely concealed excitement.

“Good evening, Mr. Crouch.” Cohen didn’t even look at her, but greeted old Crouch instead.

“Dolores, out of a colleague’s good intentions, I advise you not to blindly trust flawed decisions, as this could lead to… troubles you simply cannot handle,” Mr. Crouch said in a businesslike tone. “Some people have clearly lost their ability to judge things—”

“You mean Dumbledore, Barty?” Umbridge’s tone turned somewhat cold. “Ha, of course, there’s no other option, is there? At least today we can figure out who our enemy really is…”

“We’ll see,” Mr. Crouch said expressionlessly.

“Come, have a seat, Mr. Potter,” Umbridge said sweetly, her black hair clip trembling. “Mr. Norton, you’ll need to wait a moment—until I’ve arranged what Mr. Potter needs to do.”

(End of this chapter)