Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 430 You just said... you have something on Mr. Crouch, right?

“First of all, Mr. Potter,” Umbridge grinned as she spoke to Harry, who was already seated at a small, lace-trimmed table, “I will give you some appropriate punishment for spreading evil, despicable, and sensationalist lies.”

Harry glared at her fiercely—

"What's the punishment?"

“You need to write a few sentences, Mr. Potter,” Umbridge said. “Not with your quill, but with one of my special pens.”

As he spoke, Umbridge handed Harry a long, thin, black quill pen with a sharp tip.

“I want you to write: I cannot lie.”

Harry suddenly understood what Cohen meant when he said, "Shake it toward Umbridge before you write"—this pen was definitely going to have some bad consequences.

Did Cohen secretly come and replace it? Or...?

Thinking about what Cohen had done to the pen, Harry was about to start writing when he suddenly realized that Umbridge hadn't given him any ink.

"You didn't give me ink."

“Oh, you don’t need ink,” Umbridge said with a slight smile, then turned to Mr. Cohen and Mr. Crouch. “Your turn, Mr. Norton.”

"What, isn't it enough to grope teenagers in the middle of the night? You want to grope them in public?" Cohen raised an eyebrow and said, "Then you're a pervert."

“Your rudeness requires more confinement to correct, Mr. Norton.” Umbridge showed no shame or anger at Cohen’s sarcasm. “Barty, do you see? The minister’s assessment of Hogwarts’ education is correct. The students here are not only poorly taught, but their morality has also been misguided.”

Crouch offered no comment, only giving a calm hum.

“Mr. Norton, now I want you to answer me truthfully.” Umbridge turned to Cohen and said with a smile, “Regarding your spreading of the rumor that the Dementors have left Azkaban, did you just imagine it out of thin air, or was someone behind it?”

“A Dementor told me that they were taken out of Azkaban by Voldemort,” Cohen said.

Mr. Crouch did not show much surprise at Cohen's statement, and seemed to have known it was true all along.

“Perhaps you’re just too scared?” Umbridge continued with a smile, “You subconsciously mixed up the rumors you and your best friend spread together—or maybe… you were the one who did it, weren’t you?”

Harry wasn't writing at all—he shook his quill and then, unable to contain his curiosity, pricked up his ear to listen in Cohen's direction.

“Have some water.” Umbridge handed Cohen a glass of water. “Then tell me about your spreading rumors that the Dementors have left Azkaban. Did you just imagine it out of thin air, or was someone behind it, or did you do it all yourself?”

Truth serum? That's interesting.

It's strange that the potion could work on Cohen—truth serum isn't meant for Dementors.

Cohen gulped it down, but the water tasted just like water—perhaps Snape hadn't actually given her the truth serum.

After finishing his water, Cohen repeated what he had just said.

“A Dementor told me that they were taken out of Azkaban by Voldemort.”

Umbridge's expression now looked less "happy".

“In that case, I think we should have figured it out,” said Mr. Crouch. “Lies!” Umbridge snapped, jabbing Cohen’s chest with her short wand. “Tell the truth! You filthy little beast—”

"Dolores!" Mr. Crouch drew his wand and used an Ironclad Charm to separate Umbridge and Cohen.

“He did all of this!” Umbridge said fiercely. “He also said that the Dementors told him—think about it, a monster that can communicate with Dementors in a special language…”

"I do not support any act of vigilante justice against students without direct evidence," Crouch said coldly, without removing his armor charm.

"Can I take that as you wanting to protect this monster?" Umbridge said to Mr. Crouch in a disgustingly threatening tone. "Don't forget, I know your little secret..."

Crouch didn't say anything more, but gave Cohen a deep look.

"Make your own decision, and bear the consequences. I have to go prepare for the briefing on the Azkaban rebellion." Mr. Crouch left these words to Umbridge and strode away.

“Potter, how long do you need to stall?” Umbridge said menacingly to Harry, who was still watching the show.

Then she grabbed Cohen and dragged him toward a small room in the office—which was the bedroom—where Umbridge was clearly enraged and intended to subject Cohen to some more horrific and inconvenient punishments that no one else could see.

She had almost forgotten just how dangerous Cohen was, so much so that she didn't realize the tide had turned the moment the door closed.

“I think the Cruciatus Curse will make your proud little mouth tell the truth.” Umbridge’s face wore a cruel smile. “This is a major problem that threatens the harmony and stability of the wizarding world, and Cornelius won’t blame you…”

“You just said you have something on Crouch, right?” Cohen said calmly, ignoring her mutterings.

“What’s your relationship with him?” Umbridge’s smile grew even more maniacal. “That’s a pity. He can’t do anything for you—if he did, I would expose all his little secrets, and he’d never be able to stay in politics again.”

“Then I’m relieved,” Cohen said. “I was originally planning to be a little more discreet… but now it seems I have an accomplice.”

"What do you mean?" Umbridge sensed something was wrong after hearing Cohen's words.

“I thought your death would be a problem,” Cohen said, tilting his head. “Now it seems that not only the students are hoping for your death, but also the higher-ups in the Ministry of Magic are hoping for your death... so it won’t affect my homework time... shut up.”

Cohen cast a spell on the door to prevent Harry outside from hearing any inappropriate sounds.

"Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker!" Umbridge screamed as she threw the spell at Cohen, who seemed to have changed.

Cohen didn't even bother to dodge.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The Death Curse struck Cohen without even making him blink.

The corners of the clothes are slightly dirty.

Cohen stared at her with a chilling look in his eyes.

She couldn't even imagine any "happy" memories to recite the Guardian Charm.

"The jumping around is over? My turn," Cohen said with amusement.

(End of this chapter)