Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 457 It's over, Nantong is involved.

"So..." Miguel wrote a word, but didn't continue writing.

That's why I advise you to stay away from those people, because I'm going to kill them all.

Cohen wrote this.

Miguel wrote, “[?]”

Immediately afterwards, he wrote another sentence:
[Aren't you Cohen Norton?]

"What's the conflict between me being Cohen Norton and wanting to kill the man with the silver key?" Cohen wrote.

[I thought you would be...] Miguel wrote, then hurriedly erased the ink. [I mean, the people of the Silver Key said you were an alchemical creation powerful enough to destroy the world, so that was actually a lie, right?]

[I haven't tried it] Cohen wrote, [but it is indeed an alchemical creation, though I still hope the world is a better place.]

Whether it was Cohen's poor conversational skills or Miguel's own thoughts, the stone slab remained silent for a long time once again.

after awhile.

"So... can you cure Fedroth's curse?"

Cohen had never heard of the curse name, but that might be the reason Carlton couldn't stand up and walk.

However, breaking the curse was not difficult for Cohen. Most curses were physical, and whether he changed bodies or used liquid curses to fight poison with poison, he could deal with them quickly.

If it's about the soul, that's more complicated, because Cohen only has experience consuming souls.

Miguel hurriedly wrote another sentence: "[Garonne, rare materials, or even being your servant, anything is fine, even... that kind of... 'Silver Key' is very satisfied with me... I had many admirers back in school...]"

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Holy crap, Nantong is included!
Weren't Bush and his ilk talking about curses? How did it suddenly turn into selling sex?
And why does the leader of the Silver Keys, also known as "Silver Keys," need to go to the underworld?

I'm quite satisfied.

Indeed, this world is a huge ditch.

Sometimes I really want to take eight days out of the week to clean up the mess of stale literature in this world.

[You can try it, but I don't need your connections.] Cohen's lips twitched as he wrote, ["Just tell me the locations of the Silver Key members you know, or where they meet."]

"How about we schedule a time?"

[What's even stranger is that I'm going to your place tomorrow.]

Do you know where I live?

The great Cohen knows everything.

I wonder what Voldemort felt every time he said, "Lord Voldemort knows everything," but Cohen certainly had his moment of triumph.

That girl named Carlton is very interesting; it's worth Cohen spending some time creating a physical body for her.

If Voldemort knew that Cohen didn't actually need the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Immortality to create wizarding bodies, he would be furious...
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After finding his target, Cohen's hands-on skills were terrifyingly strong. That very night, the "lump of flesh" that would become the new body was completed.

We just need to wait for Cohen to be sculpted before we can use it—sculpting is something we'll need to do after we see Carlton tomorrow.

The next day, which happened to be Christmas Eve, Hogwarts' Great Hall was already packed with Christmas trees decorated with glittering ornaments, thanks to Hagrid's hard work—the centaurs only allowed Hagrid to go into the forest to cut down trees.

Hagrid had originally intended to give Cohen one so he could decorate the unicorns for the holiday, but Cohen refused. The last time he made a Christmas tree in the box, it looked like a scene from a horror movie, covered in bloody flesh and soaked in the unicorns' brew.

From then on, Cohen never brought the Christmas tree inside again.

Cohen didn't tell Herbert about going to the Carltons' house, nor did he need Herbert to take him—he was afraid that the sight of the place would trigger something in Herbert's mind, involving things like children and curses, and it would be hard to ensure that Herbert wouldn't suffer another major blow on the day before Christmas.

Cohen felt that Herbert might have developed PTSD due to a series of tragic events over the years, and that he would feel emotionally unwell whenever he met her.

In the morning, when the sun was just high in the sky and still warm, Cohen followed the Earl to a village on the edge of Devonshire.

The village was filled with the Christmas atmosphere, but it also seemed to be a wizard village—only wizard villages in this era still build houses with wood and old-fashioned polished stone bricks.

Carlton and Miguel's house was at the end of a path in the village, a crooked two-story wooden house. On the second floor, facing the street, there was an open window, and a fleeting gray shadow—as if someone had just pulled their head back out of the window.

"Brother! Someone's here! Is it that...?"

You can faintly hear a girl's voice.

“You’re calling a teenage girl old, aren’t you?” Cohen whispered to the count, who had flown to rest on his shoulder.

“My wife said so,” the count immediately deflected the blame. “I didn’t see it with my own eyes—”

dong dong dong.

Cohen knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a thin, gray-haired young man.

He was wearing a faded old robe, his eyes were sunken, he had heavy dark circles, and his skin was somewhat sallow, making him look sickly.

When Cohen appeared at his doorstep carrying a briefcase, he paused for a moment—but it didn't seem out of place for him to have that expression.

"You are... Cohen Norton?"

“You don’t look as much like a duck as you say…” Cohen said, looking him up and down.

"So you actually came here for this?" the count asked with interest.

"You can't stand not making weird jokes every day, can you?" Cohen glared at the Earl and said.

“An owl can talk?!” Miguel was startled by the count’s sudden speech.

"Dementors can talk now. As a member of the Silver Key, are you surprised that owls can talk too?" the Earl retorted.

“Never mind the owl.” Cohen shooed the Earl off his shoulder. “Let’s get down to business. Yes, I am Cohen Norton—haven’t you seen my picture? I thought Silver Key would send my picture to every member so they could sleep with it.”

“Ah… this…” Miguel’s face suddenly turned red.

"..." Cohen's eyes gradually turned cold, eventually becoming like those of a dead fish.

You blush like a bubble teapot!

Cohen has made up his mind that once he graduates, he will take Edward and the others and escape from this awful place called England.

“Come in quickly… my sister is upstairs…” Miguel quickly made way for Cohen to come in. “She’s the one I was talking about—the one with the Fedroth curse…”

(End of this chapter)