Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 458 You're awake? Congratulations, you've become a lovely girl!
The brother and sister's house was quite simple, with few decorative items. There was only a small Christmas tree next to the dining table, with two packages of gifts underneath, which were probably prepared in advance.

Following Miguel to the second floor, Cohen passed an empty, half-open bedroom.

Through the gap, you can glimpse several paintings pasted on the bedroom wall.

Above was a photo of Cohen, and an image of what appeared to be some kind of Dementor—

"!" Miguel quickly closed the door. "This is—this is..."

“I’m used to it,” Cohen said.

At least this person didn't kiss his own robe.

The silver key that isn't from a Death Eater is slightly more normal, though still not quite.

In the second bedroom, Cohen saw Carlton.

Like her brother, she also had gray hair, but her complexion was much better than Miguel's. Due to years of lack of sunlight, she was exaggeratedly pale—but still better than a sallow yellow.

“You are…” Carlton stared blankly at Cohen.

Cohen was momentarily confused as to who was dealing with whom among the complex emotions swirling around the room.

“Cohen Norton, the Butter Unicorn.” Cohen raised his eyebrows.

"What is a Butter Unicorn?" Miguel quickly turned to Cohen and asked.

“I think the nickname is cute,” Cohen said.

"Pfft—" Carlton covered his mouth and laughed out loud.

In the short time since he came in, Cohen had already discovered the curse on Carlton.

The good news, not the spiritual one, is that Cohen can cure it.

“I have good news for you. I can break your sister’s curse,” Cohen said.

“Really?” Miguel’s eyes widened. “You mean—she can stand up—I…I…”

"Don't say what you're about to say. I already said, the other half of the deal is that you give me everything you know about the silver key," Cohen said. "And I haven't finished yet, do you mind if your sister changes bodies?"

"Change...what?" Miguel's face, which had just turned red, paled again.

“Even if the curse is gone, she won’t be able to walk with these legs after I change her body,” Cohen said, pointing to Carlton’s legs in his wheelchair. “I can create a new body for her and then transfer her soul there—as long as I’m not involved in creating the body, transferring the soul is as easy as eating for me.”

“Then… will she get hurt?” Miguel asked.

“I’m a very self-disciplined Dementor,” Cohen said. “Don’t doubt my professionalism—if you don’t trust me, I can find another professional Dementor to do this.”

“No—no need to look for anyone else—” Miguel quickly waved his hand and said, “Then… Karl, what about you?”

He looked at his younger sister.

“I want to walk like a normal person.” Carlton looked at Cohen, swallowed hard, “I want to go to Hogwarts… I want to too…”

"How old are you this year?" Cohen asked.

“Fourteen years old,” Miguel answered nervously for his sister.

“Write to Dumbledore and tell him about the situation. I think he should allow you to enroll,” Cohen said. “But you’ll have to learn some normal magic first. You’ll have to forget everything you learned before. Dumbledore doesn’t like dark magic.”

"Really?" "Wait—dark magic?" Miguel looked at his sister, puzzled. "Who taught you that? What dark magic?"

“Werner and Earl taught me; they said it’s something all Hogwarts students should learn…” Carlton said.

“The Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, the Curse of Rot and the like,” Cohen said. “Your sister is quite talented; it would take me a long time to learn these things.”

"What?! They're making you learn this?!" Miguel exclaimed angrily. "I thought they only taught levitation spells—"

He even forgot to wonder why Cohen knew these things while he himself did not.

“I don’t like those spells, so I always say I haven’t learned them…” Carlton said, looking down.

“It doesn’t really matter if I don’t use it. I also know a lot of dark magic, but I still look very upright and kind, don’t I?” Cohen said.

Cohen's words did nothing to make Miguel feel any better.

Miguel had heard about the things Cohen had done: killing 300 people at the age of one, having his arm around a mysterious man, assassinating the Minister of Magic...

"You seem to have a slight doubt about my kindness?" Cohen narrowed his eyes.

“No!” Miguel said immediately.

“Alright, since you’ve all agreed, I’m going to get started,” Cohen said. “Are you going to stay here? What’s about to happen might be physically uncomfortable, especially from the perspective of an older brother.”

Miguel shook his head, unwilling to leave.

He wanted to see his sister alright—and he found it hard to believe that a person's soul could "change bodies."

“That works too. You’ll need to help your sister’s new body get dressed later, to save some trouble,” Cohen said. “Otherwise, I’ll have to wrap her in sheets and stuff before the body is fully formed…”

Although he couldn't understand what Cohen was saying, Miguel didn't dare ask any more questions—as long as his sister could get better, a scary process didn't matter...

Then, Cohen took out the jar of meatballs that had been cultivated the night before.

Carlton and Miguel both gasped when they saw the fleshy, veiny mass that was even pulsating.

“And you don’t need to look at me like that old god…” Cohen unscrewed the lid of the jar and pursed his lips. “Although adding tentacles and eyes does give it a bit of the feel of an old god from a novel… this is legitimate alchemy.”

"Put some blood in," Cohen said, extending the jar toward Carlton.

Miguel, worried that his sister might not be careful when bleeding her, stepped over with his wand and carefully made a small cut on her hand—then dripped a drop of blood into it.

"You're afraid your sister will go into shock because she's short of blood, aren't you?" Cohen said, rubbing his forehead. "Her body needs replacing, so give her more."

"Isn't this too dangerous..." Miguel said with concern.

“If we don’t save her, she has less than a few months to live,” Cohen said.

Even if they are saved, they may only have a few months to live. What if the person in the prophecy who is hanging in the Department of Mysteries is really Carlton?
After a moment's thought, Miguel finally hardened his heart and made Carlton bleed more—even so, the actual amount of blood loss was less than that of a normal blood donation.

"Healed completely." After Cohen said it was okay, Miguel immediately healed his sister's wounds.

The lump of flesh had already begun to swell, and Cohen poured it onto Carlton's bed and turned his back.

"Make sure she's dressed in her new body, I don't want to take advantage of her—wait... I've got an idea..."

Cohen suddenly muttered a few words to himself, and as he turned his back, he threw a color-changing spell at that direction with his wand.

(End of this chapter)