Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 465: Not my preferred faction, so I defected.
Harry and Hermione glanced at the "fish tank" in Cohen's pocket and then chose to stay away.

“Is it really alive?” Harry asked. “Or is it actually… you know…”

"I'm not so twisted as to kill someone and then rip out their brain and keep it in a fish tank," Cohen said, covering his head.

Since the Earl was sent away, Cohen had to rely on the Earl's wife to deliver the message to Edward.

Hopefully, Edward has changed his plan to wait until he becomes minister before killing the brains, instead of doing it now.

Cohen has his own urgent matters to attend to, and the person who sent Cohen his brain also has his own urgent matters to attend to.

After lunch the next day, Cohen, who was about to leave the auditorium, ran into a round-faced Hufflepuff girl.

"Hello?"

She cautiously approached the Gryffindor table, eliciting a gasp from Harry and Ron.

"It's such a blessing to have you as friends..."

Cohen rolled his eyes at the two of them, then turned to look at the Hufflepuff girl.

"Is there something you need? You look familiar—"

“We were classmates in Herbology class,” the Hufflepuff girl said. “Remember? My name is Susan, Susan Bornes.”

"Oh, oh, oh!" Cohen exclaimed in sudden realization.

I remember now, that aunt is Susan Bornes, the head of the Executive Division.

Moreover, her aunt and Edward were actually in competition this time—because Amelia Borns' name was on the election list.

“We’ve been classmates for five years… we shouldn’t be this unfamiliar…” Susan was somewhat exasperated by Cohen’s exaggerated reaction. “Did you open the package I sent out yesterday?”

“Many of them are still unopened. Did you sign the ones you sent?” Cohen said. “I’ll go back and look for them.”

“It’s not because I’m stingy that I want to take it back!” Susan said unhappily to Harry and Ron, whose eyes had started to scrutinize her as if she were saying, “How can you take back a gift that’s already been given?” when Susan mentioned the gift.

Immediately afterwards, Susan pulled Cohen away from the auditorium to find a place where they could talk.

“If you haven’t opened that gift yet—you shouldn’t open it yet—there’s something very dangerous inside,” Susan said cautiously.

"A bomb?" Cohen asked, pretending not to know it was a brain.

“No.” Susan shook her head. “I’ve discovered I have no memory of these past few days—just after I went to Hogsmeade last week. Then Hannah told me I gave you a gift yesterday…”

“My aunt told me what it’s like to be cursed with an Imperius curse,” Susan said nervously. “My situation matches everything, and when I connected that with your father’s election campaign, I suddenly realized that someone might be trying to use me to get that dangerous gift into the school, and then…”

“emmmm…” Cohen stroked his chin.

How can I tell him that the dangerous gift has already been opened and that he really likes it...?

wrong.

Cohen had a better idea.

A better idea for Edward.

“I’m not lying to you. I can send you many more gifts. This is really dangerous!” Susan said quickly when she saw Cohen still hesitating. “I’ve already sent a letter to my aunt. It must have been the dark wizard—maybe the Mystic. You know, my aunt works at the Ministry of Magic. She vaguely told me that the Mystic has actually returned, but because…”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” Cohen said. “What I’m trying to say is that I’ve already opened the gift you mentioned.”

"Huh? What's inside?" Susan exclaimed in surprise, thinking she had just had a false alarm. "It's a brain," Cohen said.

"What is it?" Susan frowned.

It's difficult to explain, but just show it to her.

Cohen told her to come with him to the Gryffindor common room and wait outside the door.

Then Cohen went in himself, pretending to take the water tank out of the dorm but actually taking it out of his pocket—unauthorized use of the Unseen Stretch Charm is illegal, and it's best not to display your illegal activities in front of strangers.

When the tank was shown to Susan, she gave him the exact same look as Harry and the others when they first saw a swimming brain.

“I’ve tamed it.” Cohen reached in and teased the brain a few times, then the brain spewed out a stream of brightly colored brain matter, staining the surrounding water dark.

“Ugh…” Susan took a few steps back. “This doesn’t look like a normal… creature—should you… hand it over to the professor?”

“It’s quite obedient, and I can talk to it.” Cohen demonstrated, “It rolls over.”

My mind went completely blank.

"Dance the samba."

The brain pointed its frontal lobe at Cohen, as if to say, "You really think I'd do this?"

"Okay, this is a bit too difficult for one brain, let's switch to pole dancing—"

"Okay, okay—" Susan's expression was as if she couldn't help but want to vomit—because this colorful thing with its brain vomited into a water tank made people feel nauseous for no reason.

“If there’s no danger… but I still have to tell my aunt that a dark wizard is using the Imperius Curse on students at Hogsmeade, and that’s a very serious matter…”
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The plan goes through!
Cohen wanted to show the Ministry of Magic that these brains "couldn't handle Cohen."

When you push them to the brink, they'll know what to do.

These people have really gone too far. In order to deliver Cohen's brains to his side and assassinate him without leaving a trace, they even went so far as to harm their colleague's niece...

Cohen remembered that it seemed many members of the Burns family had been killed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

Sigh, politicians.

"Sigh, a white devil without a nose."

In the afternoon, the Earl tossed the letter to Cohen.

"He seemed a bit angry—I mean, before I went there, I had a feeling he was going to throw a death curse at any passing owl."

“I always use you to deliver his letters, so he knows it’s Cohen’s owl—you don’t have to worry about him using a killing curse on you,” Cohen said as he opened the letters.

"And what if you betray us?" the count said. "Sooner or later you'll inevitably reveal your true intention to kill him..."

“If it’s not my faction, I’ll just betray them and not care about anything else.” Cohen glanced at the contents of the letter. Voldemort said that the duty officer on January 20th was Lukwood—a Death Eater. “You won’t need to send him any more messages then.”

In other words, the Ministry of Magic could be completely empty on the night of January 20th.

“I really don’t understand why the Ministry of Magic would put a Death Eater who’s been a member since the last war in its research department.” Cohen shook his head. “Are all the wizards dead?”

“Because they paid them,” the Earl wisely said. “Back then, everyone thought the noseless white ghost was dead, and it was better to fleece the Death Eaters than to investigate them—of course, those crazy Death Eaters who were willing to be intimate with Voldemort don’t count.”

(End of this chapter)