Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 443 I admit the exam is getting closer, but Professor Norton's club is so much fun!
After Hermione and Cohen finished writing the letter to the evil old wizard, the selection of the Gryffindor goalkeeper was almost over.

Cohen put away the letter he had written to "Carleton Gray" with satisfaction, and planned to have the Earl's new wife deliver it—he didn't choose the Earl because if Carlton was the Silver Key's man, Cohen felt that the other party would recognize the Earl, after all, the Earl had a completely different temperament from other owls just by standing there.

“Did you guys see that! I almost thought I was going to miss the ninth ball! But it seems like my broomstick tail hit it—” Ron went straight to Hermione as soon as he came off the court and started talking about his selection process, “But Angelina served such a tricky ball on the tenth ball, I thought she was going to shoot at the number three, but it turned out to be number one…”

Hermione nodded nervously, because she had been so busy correcting the rather crude wording in Cohen's letter that she hadn't paid any attention to what was happening on the field.

“Well done,” Harry said, patting Ron on the shoulder.

Ron suddenly stopped, remembering the water Cohen had forced him to drink before the selection began:

"Wait... now that the selection is over... shouldn't you two tell me something?"

“Tell you what?” Cohen asked.

"It's about Felix Felicis, isn't it?" Ron said, scratching the back of his head. "Don't play dumb, Cohen, I've already seen the Golden Fleece."

“No, that really is my dad’s hair. I just wanted to disgust you,” Cohen said innocently. “Who told you that soaking the Golden Fleece in water could make a kind of Felix Felicis?”

"Huh?" Ron's eyes widened, then he looked at Hermione—"Then why are you making that guilty face again, Hermione...?"

“Because I thought this would make you more confident…” Hermione said, her eyes darting away. “You see, that’s exactly what happened, isn’t it? But I also thought Cohen had released the Golden Fleece instead of Professor Norton’s hair…”

“My dad’s hair is cleaner than wool, isn’t it?” Cohen said. “Even though golden sheep wool is more expensive than his hair, at least his living conditions are better than golden sheep’s—”

"Where is it cleaner?! Aaaaaaah!!!" Ron retched as he wrestled with Cohen.

In the end, the magical Jeston Ron was no match for the powerful and wicked Dementor Lord Cohen, and was knocked to the ground by Cohen's three punches.

After Friday, they will face an endless stream of unfinished homework, as well as the OWL exam countdown that Hermione talks about every day.

“How did we manage to get seven papers and three assignments in just five days?” Ron scratched his head in the break room as if he had amnesia. “And five days of dream diaries—how could I possibly remember a dream I had five days ago…”

“That’s why it’s called a diary, not a weekly journal,” Hermione lectured as she revised the details of her paper. “You can’t wait until the last day to rush to finish your unfinished assignments…”

"If you could put your homework—"

"No way!" Hermione snatched her herbalism paper from Ron's sneaky little hands. "What can you learn like this? You still have two days. You can easily find the information and finish writing it yourself!"

“I won’t learn anything even if I write it myself,” Ron said matter-of-factly.

"Cohen, why don't you seem worried at all?" Harry was also a little annoyed, then secretly glanced at Cohen, who was flipping through a thick book called "Ancient Magic".

“It doesn’t matter, the Earl will take care of it,” Cohen said. “Fortunately, I’ve already finished copying my thesis on the history of magic.”

The Earl could handle all the papers for other subjects; homework was too difficult for a Dementor, but just right for an owl.

“Then let’s copy Cohen’s—” Ron turned his attention to Cohen. “Okay—” Cohen was about to agree, but Hermione gave him a dangerous look. It was clear that if he lent his homework to Ron to copy, he would never get to enjoy freshly baked History of Magic homework again.

“No, you have to do your own homework.” Cohen nodded seriously.

“Your own homework was done by the Earl!” Ron demanded.

“My bird and I have become one, inseparable,” Cohen said. “What it writes is what I write.”
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Two nights are enough to create two miracles, and conquering seven papers is not a difficult task, after all, each paper they need to write is only a few hundred words long.

However, by Monday, Harry and Ron both looked listless, as if they had been sucked by Dementors.

"You guys can't be that weak, can you?" Cohen asked, somewhat annoyed, after the History of Magic get out of class. "You can't even stay awake until one or two in the morning?"

As a result, no one wanted to play Ink Checkers with me in my History of Magic class today.

“If you could let us copy your homework…” Ron said sleepily, “yawn—we wouldn’t have to stay up so late…”

Apart from Harry and Ron, many other students were in similar situations.

This drowsy atmosphere continued into the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but as the class was about to end, they were all jolted awake by a bombshell announcement from Edward.

"That's all for this lesson. Now, let me digress a bit... A few days ago, I applied to the principal to establish a Dungeons & Dragons club, so students can relax and unwind after their studies—activities will be held every Saturday evening. Anyone interested can sign up..."

"Entertainment? At this time of year?" Hermione said, frowning.

“See? I told you so,” Cohen said, spreading his hands. “You’ll see his true colors.”

"What is Dungeons & Dragons?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Many students from wizarding families shared Ron's doubts, but more so, their curiosity—they certainly needed a novel form of entertainment to relax.

"A kind of sandbox game?" Harry said, half-understanding. "You can play a character in another world and then go on adventures with other companions..."

“That sounds interesting.” Ron’s eyes lit up with interest (Hermione, however, grumbled about how it would slow down his studies), “Don’t spoil the fun, Hermione. If you only study and don’t play, even Smart Jack will become stupid.”

“I’ll leave the fifth-grade registration list with Cohen for now. Anyone interested can get Cohen’s autograph. Of course, if you find it’s not to your liking later, you can leave. This isn’t a mandatory activity,” Edward said. “Alright, get out of class dismissed.”

The moment he left the classroom, almost all the students gathered around Cohen, bombarding him with questions about the Dungeons & Dragons Club.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s pretty fun…” Cohen answered their questions as if he were forced to do a business, “And the thing is, participants don’t have to do Defense Against the Dark Arts homework—according to him, you’ll learn it pretty much after playing around with it…”

"No homework!" the students exclaimed in surprise.

Hermione pursed her lips unhappily, her expression mirroring Professor McGonagall's.

(End of this chapter)