Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 454 So say Geronimo
The Gryffindor common room was packed, and as long as Professor McGonagall didn't suddenly show up, there wouldn't be any problems during the Christmas holidays.

Just as Cohen was about to lie down behind the goat and take a nap, the stone slab he had been using for chatting, which he had kept in his pocket, suddenly became hot.

This means that the transformation spell above worked, and someone wrote something on it from the other end.

After tumbling off the Chimera Beast, Cohen took out the stone tablet and glanced at it.

Fine engravings were visible on it.

Are you there? I'm back early. Did you go home for Christmas?

It seems that Carlton has achieved his "goal" very successfully.

I just don't know what goal was achieved.

[I spent Christmas at school] Cohen wrote a sentence himself after the handwriting disappeared.

【This little thing of yours is quite impressive. Is it an alchemical artifact?】 Carlton wrote another line.

[I engraved a transformation spell on it; it wasn't too difficult.]

[It's quite impressive that the student did that. My brother used to be a student at Hogwarts, and he even taught alchemy back then—but I heard from Ginny that Hogwarts hasn't offered alchemy in recent years because nobody's interested.]

The main reason is that this is not within the scope of the OWL and NEWT exams.

Cohen felt that his chatting skills were about to kill the conversation.

"I really wish I could go to Hogwarts," Carlton wrote.

[?] Cohen suddenly perked up. [You're not an adult?]

I never said I was an adult. I've never revealed my identity. My brother said that age and gender need to be kept secret.

Cohen remembered that Ginny had also said that this person had never told her exactly how big it was—not even the Earl had said so; the Earl had only said that it was very big.

"Hogwarts isn't all that great; you don't learn much, and you have to get up early for class," Cohen wrote.

"It's great to be able to make a lot of friends," Carlton wrote. "My brother used to tell me a lot of stories about Hogwarts, which were really interesting, though he doesn't come back as often these days."

So, do you have a wand? Did you learn magic at home?

"Yes, and my brother's friend taught me magic," Carlton wrote. "I also wrote some to Ginny, but she said these things can't be learned at Hogwarts."

understood!

She was a pure young girl who went astray.

Do you know why the spells that can't be learned at Hogwarts are forbidden?

"Because it's too powerful to control?" Carlton wrote.

[Because using violent, malevolent curses can make a person extreme and biased, could your brother's friend happen to be someone from an organization called Silver Key?]

"How do you know?" Carlton wrote, his handwriting appearing somewhat hurried. "They won't let me tell anyone—are they bad people?"

I guess so, if you think the goal of destroying the world is evil.

[Destroy the world? But my brother says they can find a way to cure my disability so I can go to Hogwarts—if their goal is to destroy the world, then curing my leg is pointless, isn't it?]

It seems that Carlton doesn't believe in himself.

"I can heal your leg," Cohen wrote.

The other party hasn't replied for a long time.

Nearly ten minutes passed.

[I don't believe it.] Carlton wrote, ["Even the great wizard Dumbledore couldn't cure this disease. We wrote to him for help, and he came to see me, saying he was powerless to help... My brother said only the 'god' they were seeking could do it."]

That makes even more sense, because I am that guy.

[Dumbledore?]

[No, I am the 'god' your brother is searching for.] Some time has passed.

[A lie]

"Pfft—" Cohen spat out the mouthful of water he had just drunk.

"Roar!" The lion came bounding over excitedly, thinking Cohen was going to lick his fur.

“None of your business—I’m chatting with someone online—” Cohen pushed away the drooling lion’s head.

Interesting, woman, you've successfully piqued my interest.

"So, I'll just show up at your doorstep and prove it to you?" Cohen wrote.

【You know my home?!】 Carlton's penmanship became much sharper, and the M he used to write continuously became stiff and carved stroke by stroke.

If you dare to follow an owl—I'll report you to the Ministry of Magic!

[Did you know that the members of Silver Key are all wanted criminals by the Ministry of Magic?] Cohen wrote jokingly.

I don't care, if you dare come here without permission, I'll report you immediately.

"Okay, okay," Cohen wrote.

At this crucial moment in Edward's campaign, he cannot afford to falter on his own.

Otherwise, Crouch would definitely have publicized it extensively, like "Edward's Son Raids a Minor Witch's House at Night"...

"My name is Cohen Norton, and ask your brother if that's the name they're looking for," Cohen wrote. "But don't say you met him through letters; just say you saw him in the newspaper."

[My brother only ordered me to sing the antithesis] Carlton wrote, [but I'll ask him, and say I heard it from the village—if I find out you're lying to me, I won't write to you anymore—and I'll tell Ginny about it too, so she won't be friends with you either.]

That's difficult, because Ginny originally wanted to report her.

[You can also ask Ginny if I am Cohen Norton,] Cohen wrote.

I heard my brother is back, so I have to hide this. You wait—I'll find out soon enough whether you're lying or not.

"What's making you laugh so hard?" Goat asked curiously, seeing Cohen looking at him as if he were watching a comedy show.

"It's so satisfying to pretend to be someone else for no reason," Cohen said with satisfaction. "It's like playing dumb to take advantage of someone else—no, she's not a tiger at all."

"Happy endings are often painful," the goat said rationally. "You should be prepared."

“That will have to wait many years. I’m already mentally prepared for everyone to grow old and die—” Cohen said, then suddenly stopped.

That prophetic scenario that I had previously dismissed as useless.

That gray-haired man, hanging in front of the archway of the Department of Mysteries...

Cohen had previously thought Carlton was a fanatical believer, so he wasn't too concerned about her death.

But now it turns out that Carlton is just an innocent little kid...

Are you still there? Don't tell your brother about this.

There was no further news from the other end.

It seems Carlton really did hide the slate.

"How long does it take to get to Devonshire from here?" Cohen asked the Cheryl Beast.

“Haste makes waste,” said the goat. “If that person is in danger now, it’s too late for you to go now. But I don’t think an older brother would lay a hand on his sister who is his only family—just like I wouldn’t bite my own tail.”

"No, you bit me," said the water snake's tail.

"That's because you bit my hind leg instead of the lion," said the goat.

(End of this chapter)