Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 459 # Cohen's disguise has been exposed

Within minutes, Carlton's new body took shape.

He looks almost exactly the same as the original Carlton—except for his hair.

Her gray hair turned snow-white.

Miguel dressed his sister in new clothes.

“Her hair…” Miguel didn’t know why Cohen had changed his hair color.

“I added a little color change so you’ll know this body is new,” Cohen said seriously.

However, compared to saving Carlton's life, hair color was of no importance.

“Next, I’m going to transfer your soul into a new body,” Cohen continued, then took a step closer to Carlton in his wheelchair.

"Which spell?" Miguel asked anxiously.

“Spells can’t do that; I need to use the Dementor’s Kiss,” Cohen said.

"what?!"

Miguel's eyes widened.

Those kissed by Dementors are often seen by wizards as suffering a fate worse than death—this statement, coming from Cohen, sounds more like a death sentence caused by Miguel's disloyalty.

But Cohen had already transformed into a Dementor, making the room seem even smaller. The Dementor's black robes were so wide that they seemed to separate the brother and sister.

"Don't hurt her—" Miguel shouted frantically.

"What are you getting so worked up about! If I wanted to kill you all, I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble. Just stay quiet and don't move," Cohen said in a low voice.

Miguel behind him remained silent.

Carlton, standing before him, wore a look of fear.

She stared intently at Cohen's faceless "face" beneath his hood, and at the pitch-black hole that seemed to be covered by a layer of gray gauze.

Her soul began to lose its weight, as if it were being pulled out of her body by some powerful force.

Immediately after his soul completely left his body, Carlton could only see darkness.

When she regained her physical body and opened her eyes, even the light, which wasn't originally dazzling, made her feel somewhat uncomfortable—but this feeling quickly disappeared.

She opened her eyes and saw Cohen, who had returned to human form.

With a slightly smug expression, Cohen said something to Miguel like, "See? I told you I couldn't possibly make a mistake."

“Carl, how are you? Are you feeling unwell? Can you move your leg?” Miguel rushed up from behind Cohen and grabbed Carlton’s hand.

"Yes...yes." Carlton had just recovered from his daze and tried to move his unfamiliar legs—the legs moved.

The confusion on her face was replaced by ecstasy, and then she looked at Cohen with intense gratitude.

“Alright, it’s time to pay the medical bills.” Cohen turned to Miguel and said, “Tell me everything you know about the Silver Key, and then you and your sister can stay home for a while—soon all the Silver Key members you know will be dead.”

“Okay, okay—” Miguel gratefully agreed repeatedly, completely unconcerned about becoming a traitor to the organization.

The two left the room, leaving Carlton inside to get acquainted with his new body.

The old body slumped lifelessly in the wheelchair, limp and motionless.
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Miguel's acquaintance with members of the Silver Key was somewhat unexpected for Cohen, as he had previously been in contact with the cult leader whose very name was "Silver Key."

"And they even sold the ditches," Cohen said thoughtfully.

"Do I really have to mention it so many times..." Miguel said somewhat ashamed.

"So he's still a Nantong native," Cohen speculated. "He's a bit tricky. You know, horror movies don't dare to cast Nantong characters because when these kinds of people encounter a strong killer, their first reaction isn't to run away, but to charge at him..."

The threat may not be that great, but it's disgusting.

It's mainly disgusting.

“They give advance notice of their gatherings, and they change the location each time,” Miguel said. “The next gathering they allowed me to attend was in February, in Crawley, a fishing village in northern Devon.”

"February..."

Cohen thought to himself that by then, the Ministry of Magic should have been won over by Edward... because he would have already encouraged Voldemort to steal the Prophecy Orb, and he would have started a big battle with Voldemort before "casually" blowing up the Ministry of Magic to attract everyone's attention, using intimidation tactics to push Edward into the position of Minister of Magic...

"Do you remember where we used to gather?" Cohen suddenly asked.

"I remember, why are you asking this?" Miguel asked, puzzled.

"It makes it easier to deploy a large team to investigate. You know, catching illegal organizations requires following the trail like this..." Cohen said.

After getting the dates and locations of previous gatherings from last year to this year from Miguel, Cohen said goodbye to them.

As for the stone slab, it remained with Carlton, and Carlton's old body was not destroyed—Miguel didn't quite understand Cohen's request, but still promised to do so.

“If the Silver Key people come, show them the old Carlton as your sister,” Cohen said. “Don’t let them know I was here or helped you.”

"**—Thank you..." Cohen's words made Miguel's heart skip a beat, and he suddenly realized.

Cohen left, and Carlton waved goodbye to Cohen from the second-floor window, to which Cohen politely returned the gesture.

Having done this much, nothing unexpected should happen.

“You should take a look at this.” The count, who had been wandering around the village, found Cohen after he finished his business and tossed him a new newspaper.

“When did you start buying newspapers again?” Cohen raised his eyebrows.

“I got it from another owl; one of the messengers brought an extra copy,” the Earl said in an urging tone. “Take a look at the contents of the first version.”

"Is it about the ministerial election?" Cohen spread out his newspaper.

The title of the first edition was explosive.

Fourteen Years of Negligence by the Ministry of Magic? Evil Dark Magic Experiments Being Sent to Hogwarts!

Without even reading the content, Cohen already knew who this page was talking about.

"I never expected them to actually dare to release this," the Count said. "Do you know how shocked I was when I flew to an old man's house and saw him reading this article?"

"Crouch's doing?" Cohen frowned. "It seems politics really can make people arrogant."

"Aren't you worried about others isolating you once they find out you're a Dementor?" The Earl stopped by the stone wall, tilting his head as he asked. "Or parents writing letters asking you not to go to school—after all, no one can accept a Dementor attending the same school as their child..."

“Students are none of the matter,” Cohen said. “Crouch’s decision is clearly unwise. Revealing my half-Dementor identity at this point won’t force me to help the Ministry of Magic resolve the Dementor breakout…”

(End of this chapter)