Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 470 A Greater Darkness

They walked along the long aisles between the shelves, searching for the numbers marked on the sides of the shelves.

“Fifty-three…fifty-four…” Harry looked up at the numbers, which were rising one by one, indicating that they were on the right track.

But if the direction is correct, why can't we hear Sirius's voice even when we're in the 80s?
"He might be dead," Cohen said, feigning speculation.

Harry's face grew even paler.

“Cohen!” Hermione whispered a reminder.

“He can’t,” Harry murmured. “He’s definitely there…maybe unconscious…or his mouth is gagged…”

Harry walked faster than them until he reached row ninety-seven—there was nothing in the aisle between the shelves.

“He must be at the end—” Harry said hoarsely, “I can’t see him from here.”

He led them down the corridor to its end, where the prophecy orbs on the shelves were emitting a faint blue glow.

“There’s no living person here, Harry.” Cohen had found a prophetic orb that made a sound, so he decided to call Harry to stop and go get it.

Theoretically speaking, only those involved in the prophecy can hear the voices inside the prophecy orb...

So there are prophecies related to Cohen here?

"How did you know!" Harry was getting a little irritated because he couldn't see Sirius.

“I can see the souls of the living,” Cohen reminded him. “I’ve told you before. But there’s no soul here.”

“Harry, you’ve been tricked by the Man of Darkness.” Hermione was finally able to say the truth, but her voice was not arrogant at all; instead, it was full of panic and unease.

She tugged at Harry's clothes.
"Let's go—hurry, maybe we won't run into..."

“Harry, can you hear anything?” Cohen asked. “There’s a prophecy orb making a sound.”

Cohen decided that he and Harry would each take their own, since they would both end up in his hands anyway.

“A sound… there is indeed one—” Harry looked around for the source of the faint sound, while Cohen had already started climbing the prophecy ball rack with a ladder.

But soon——

Their eyes simultaneously locked onto a prophetic orb.

Cohen climbed the shelf first, and to his surprise, the prophecy ball from which he could hear the sound did not have his name written on it.

[SPT to APWBD]
[The Dark Lord]
[and]
[（?）]
Someone had written "Harry Potter" after the question mark in different ink.

The abbreviation means Sybil Trelawney to Albus Percival Woolflick Brian Dumbledore, but if it were Harry's prophecy orb, only Harry should be able to hear it...

Cohen took the ball.

The moment he grasped the prophecy ball, the voice of prophecy appeared in Cohen's ears.

"The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... a descendant of a wizarding family... born in the seventh month..." Sybil Trelawney's hoarse voice uttered in her prophetic state, "A power the Dark Lord cannot control... one of them will die... one must die... and then... one of them will cast an even greater darkness upon the skies..."

“Cohen?” Hermione saw Cohen stop halfway up the ladder and asked softly, “Cohen? What did you hear?”

“The prophecy in the prophecy orb,” Cohen said, “about Voldemort and people born in July.”

This prophecy doesn't mention a person—and it's quite different from the prophecies that were supposed to come true.

Both Cohen and Harry possess powers Voldemort could never have, both were born in July, and similarly, one of these three is destined to die—that is, Voldemort. But later, "a greater darkness will descend upon the sky"...

Cohen felt like himself—if the prophecy had already indicated that greater darkness was to come… why did Dumbledore still have such high hopes for “making Cohen better”?
Perhaps this is the difference between his behavior and Voldemort's?

One hunts down others because of a prophecy, while the other tries to educate others because of a prophecy.

“I heard the same voice from inside this,” Harry said, pointing to the orb of prophecy in Cohen’s hand. “Can’t any of you hear it?”

“Only those involved in the prophecy can hear the prophecy inside the prophecy orb…” Hermione whispered. “Harry, you and Cohen are definitely in the prophecy…”

“Here you go.” Cohen handed the ball to Harry. “You can listen to the prophecy inside—and then smash it.”

“Huh?” Harry was somewhat surprised by Cohen’s suggestion to smash it. “This must be important—if it’s about Voldemort…”

“It’s because of Voldemort that you have to smash it,” Cohen said. “As long as we remember the prophecy, it’s fine. Voldemort might have lured you here just to get this prophecy orb. He might not have heard the second half of the prophecy. Smashing it will make Voldemort suffer for a while.”

Upon hearing that it would make Voldemort suffer, Harry immediately felt that Cohen's plan made a lot of sense.

Harry held the prophecy orb to his ear, listened to the prophecy inside, and then—

Snapped!
The prophecy orb shattered with a crisp sound when Harry smashed it.

“We should hurry…” Hermione looked around warily. “The Void and the Death Eaters might be getting close… The Ministry of Magic has no guards, and you…”

Hermione didn't want to provoke him any further by saying, "Harry, you've been tricked."

“If this is a trap… then Sirius is safe, right?” Harry suddenly realized.

“There isn’t even a trace of any curse here, which means Voldemort didn’t torture anyone here,” Cohen said. “So… yes, the dogman is alive and safe—the only problem is that we might not be so safe.”

"Let's go!" Harry dodged the broken pieces of the prophecy orb on the ground and pulled them toward the exit.

To their surprise, the way out was incredibly quiet; they encountered neither Death Eaters nor Voldemort.

They returned to the room with the twelve doors—but there were some chilling changes.

Besides the door they came out of, there was another door that was open.

They even marked the door that led to the execution chamber.

Someone entered this place while they were searching for the prophecy ball.

"Is it Voldemort?" Harry asked, his breath coming in short gasps.

“I don’t think so.” Cohen narrowed his eyes.

From the outside, you can see the archway at the bottom of this tiered room, as well as the tall cross that has recently appeared inside.

A gray-haired figure was hanging above.

“They’re looking for me,” Cohen said. “Looks like I’ll have to go in.”

“We’re with you,” Harry said firmly.

“There’s no need to use that death-defying tone…” Cohen said, rubbing his forehead. “It’s not like it’s something that can’t be solved. I just want to go in and see who it is.”

(End of this chapter)