Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 456 Disloyalty to the Silver Key is the greatest loyalty to Cohen (just kidding)
When Cohen woke up in the morning, he saw the snow-covered scenery outside the window of the Gryffindor Tower. It looked like there had been a heavy snowfall last night.

It was unclear whether Carlton's brother Miguel had found the stone slab under the door, but Cohen planned to have breakfast before trying to gather information about the Silver Key.

Then I also need to think about buying Christmas presents.

Originally, students who stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas could only send their gifts by mail order via owl.

However, because Cohen had Herbert, the newly appointed professor, as his backer, he could easily bypass Filch and go to Hogsmeade.

Filch is in a frustrating situation where he's racking his brains trying to stop Cohen from having fun, but can't think of any way to do so.

"What? You're unhappy because I'm happy?" Cohen said to Filch, who looked displeased. "Logically speaking, an administrator of your level..."

"Alright, alright, Cohen." Herbert, somewhat exasperated, pulled Cohen away from the doorway. "Stop bullying him..."

“He targeted the students first,” Cohen argued. “I was just indulging his paranoia—he just felt that every student would make fun of him for being a Squib, but in reality, students are no different from Squibs most of the time at school.”

“But I still have to play a supervisory role, since they’re all faculty and staff…” Herbert sighed. “I remember my supervisor back then was a gruff guy who liked to brand people’s butts—does your supervisor do that too?”

“He likes to rip people’s guts out—I heard it from the Weasley brothers, but I don’t think Dumbledore would approve of that kind of corporal punishment…” Cohen said. “We’ll split up later; you go buy the presents you want, and I’ll buy the presents I want…”

"What would you like to receive this year?" Herbert asked with a smile.

“What the gift is doesn’t matter, what matters is who gave it to me,” Cohen said. “I’d be happy even if the package contained a bunch of golden Galleons…”

"Isn't this high enough?" Herbert ruffled Cohen's hair. "You're taking food and other things with you."

"Alright, alright, after you've bought everything, go meet at the Three Brooms. I want a cup of honey water, then I'll go online for a chat." Cohen disappeared the moment he entered Hogsmeade.

"What is online dating—" Herbert wanted to ask, but Cohen had already run towards the Elegant clothing store.

Cohen came here to buy socks for Dobby and a ball of yarn for the kitten in the box. Ever since the lion taught it to chase the yarn, the kitten has completely loved the activity. However, there was only one ball of yarn in the box, and the lion, at this moment, was not behaving like an elder and was unwilling to share even a small ball.

Cohen had no choice but to come here to buy a set for it.

"For the cat to play with?" the shopkeeper asked curiously when he saw Cohen buy two large swathes of grayish yarn.

"How so?" Cohen asked.

"The students who come to Hogwarts to buy yarn all own cats, but isn't this ball a bit too big for a cat...?"

“My two cats are quite big, and they might still grow taller,” Cohen said more subdued.

"Ten sicoes in total." The shopkeeper paused appropriately to ask more questions, because the only thing bigger than this ball of yarn was a lion.

The worst thing you can do in business is to keep asking questions about things you shouldn't ask.

Aside from buying clothes, Cohen also needs to randomly pick a few things at Devsbanks to give to Harry and his friends, buy some animal food at the Magical Beasts Shop, and pick out a few more books by British authors for the goat to read at the bookstore.

However, at the Magical Animals Shop, Cohen encountered a familiar snake—a blue-striped pet snake that greeted Cohen as he entered.

It was a little female snake that Sissoko had snatched from this store for Cohen when Cohen was in his third year of school. Later, it was returned to Cohen because they didn't like each other.

"Would you like to buy this snake?" the manager of the Magical Animals Shop asked eagerly.

He still vividly remembered the strange events of that night, and the fact that the snake had sneaked back after being stolen by the invisible giant who broke down the door. This often kept him awake at night, fearing that the invisible giant with a strange fetish for blue-striped pet snakes would return.

But it's very expensive, and the store manager is reluctant to let it go—【Don't】

“I’m not buying,” Cohen said politely.
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After finishing his shopping, Cohen stuffed all the bags and packages into camel skin bags.

The backpack that the system rewarded me with hasn't been used for centuries—this system always likes to give out meaningless rewards.

"Have you bought everything?" Herbert had already bought the honey water and was waiting at the three brooms.

“Hmm,” Cohen said, “you’ll never guess what I’m going to give you for Christmas this year.”

“Wool socks?” Herbert guessed.

“We’ve already sent out several pairs; this time we’ve changed the core but the presentation is different,” Cohen said.

“A hug would be nice too,” Herbert said with a chuckle, stroking his chin.

“More materialistic,” Cohen said. “No, not quite that materialistic—it’s alive.”

Live?

Herbert didn't quite understand.

But Christmas is just around the corner, then we'll find out.

By the time they returned to the castle, it was already noon.

After lunch, Cohen went back to the lounge, intending to start talking to Miguel.

There wasn't a single word on the stone slab yet. Cohen wasn't sure if the other person was nearby, so he wrote a name on it first.

Miguel

Cohen quickly realized that Miguel was looking at the slate—because there was a new scratch on it.

It definitely wasn't written with a quill pen, because the trigger-based healing spell Cohen left on it was activated.

The other person was probably startled and then dropped the stone slab on the ground.

However, Miguel seemed to quickly understand what to do—Cohen felt that when he made the slate, he designed it as a writing board, making it easy for people to see that it was for writing rather than for looking in a mirror.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Miguel wrote. "Why is this thing at my doorstep? What do you want?"

The four consecutive questions indicate that the other party is very worried that a crazed thug will break in and kill his family.

[I am Cohen Norton] Cohen wrote, [You are a member of Silver Key].

"What?" Miguel wrote. "How could you have found me? I haven't been disloyal, I haven't done anything disloyal."

Miguel even misspelled "Find," writing "flnd" instead.

"This proves you are very disloyal," Cohen wrote.

Miguel paused for a moment, seemingly startled by Cohen's revelation.

(End of this chapter)