Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 475 I'm going to rip your soul out and use it as toilet paper
"Really? Oh—"

Edward reacted a beat too late.
"What can we do then? We'll just have to pay for the repairs. Are we going to make my son pay for it again?"

"..."

"..."

“I told you to go with my word,” Cohen said, turning to Harry.

After confirming that nothing had been added to Cohen's body, Edward patted Cohen on the back with a sigh of relief.

Just as everyone was about to ask Cohen and the others what had happened, Harry suddenly began to tremble all over, his neck twisting like a snake—

“Harry, stay there and don’t move,” Dumbledore suddenly said.

But Harry ignored Dumbledore's words and lunged at Edward, who had just released Cohen, grabbing Edward's neck tightly.

In Cohen's eyes, the other small piece of Voldemort's dark soul within Harry was swelling and enveloping Harry's own soul—but it was clear that Voldemort couldn't maintain this form for long; he was trembling, something was burning him, a pain that penetrated to the bone more deeply than the Crucifixion.

Dumbledore and Cohen almost simultaneously threw a Binding Charm at Harry, but it was deflected by Edward, whose face was turning purple, with a silent Armor Charm—apparently because Harry had whispered something in Edward's ear.

Cohen's eyes turned cold.

Edward's armor spell couldn't stop something else—

He transformed back into a Dementor, his thin, withered hand stabbing at Harry like claws.

Harry, controlled by Voldemort, didn't even try to dodge, thinking that Cohen was there to kill him—he didn't care, either Harry or Edward would die, both outcomes would be good for Voldemort.

Dumbledore first raised his wand, then lowered it, looking intently at the three people entangled with him.

Cohen's hand didn't touch Harry's body; instead, it seeped directly into Harry's head like a phantom. He grasped the part of Voldemort's soul, but at the same time, he activated the Sacrifice Protection on Harry's body.

The soul in his hand felt like it was on fire. Cohen had never experienced such pain before. It was almost the same feeling he had before he died in his previous life. It was as if a million thorns were piercing his body at the same time and starting to drill under his skin.

But soon, the burning sensation subsided, as if the protective charm on Harry was being manipulated by someone, deliberately reducing its aggression towards Cohen.

This allowed Cohen to briefly and violently pull out Voldemort's piece of soul, but Cohen felt he couldn't maintain it for long—the piece of soul seemed to have some kind of suction force, and it would bounce back to Harry as soon as Cohen let go.

Even though the protective spell's effect had weakened somewhat, the pain was still quite noticeable.

But at least Cohen could scare Voldemort into releasing Edward. Both of them were being attacked by the protective charm on Harry, but Voldemort was definitely the first to give in—the remnants of Lily on Harry selectively went easy on Cohen.

I'm going to rip your soul out and use it as toilet paper.

Cohen spoke menacingly to the filthy soul in his hand, a soul mixed with Voldemort's thoughts.

Freed from Voldemort's control, Harry released Edward and fell backward, panting. At the same time, Cohen also released the burning soul.

Harry, who had barely caught his breath for a second, stopped breathing again.

Voldemort didn't leave.

[Harry] said with a ferocious expression to Cohen and Dumbledore, who was standing behind Cohen:

"Why aren't you continuing, Cohen? Kill me if you don't want your people to die..." "Go on," Cohen said, reverting to his human form and looking at Harry with his hands behind his back. "Say a few more words and I'll kill you."

"You're too scared, aren't you?" said Harry. "Cowardly..."

"Can you still hold on? I can sit here and wait for you to chatter all day," Cohen said. "Should I go to Malfoy Manor and bring you some painkillers?"

“You guys—hiss—” [Harry] wanted to say something provocative, but was punched hard by his own fist—the scene was a bit strange.

Harry started panting again, and Voldemort's fragment of soul returned to its original size.

Edward sat on the ground, rubbing his throat, then scrambled to his feet—he saw a large, burned wound on Cohen's hand hidden behind his back, the liquid cursed blood sealed by a newly formed scab.

"Does it hurt?" Edward asked, reaching out to grab Cohen's right hand with concern, but Cohen pulled his hand away.

In Edward's somewhat surprised gaze—

“Don’t get my blood on you,” Cohen said. “There’s a liquid curse in there—you know what a liquid curse is.”

“Cohen, I want to thank you on Harry’s behalf.”

Dumbledore patted Cohen on the shoulder, his composed demeanor seemingly shattered by the series of unexpected events that had just transpired, just as it had been when they discovered Cohen was "dead" in their first year.

Then Dumbledore came to Harry's side and helped the soaking wet Harry up.

Hermione and Ron, who hadn't been able to get involved, also came over, each going to either side of Harry and Cohen, but they still couldn't get involved—in this scene of "elders comforting younger people," they looked somewhat lost and could only stand by.

Both sides were trying to appease their own children, while the remaining Ministry of Magic officials stood by dumbfounded—they couldn't get involved in anything, and most of them didn't even understand what had happened.

“I’m not afraid.” Edward still grabbed Cohen’s hand, and looking at the burn marks on it, his hand trembled uncontrollably.

Edward tried to use spells to heal Cohen's wound, but it didn't seem to work—the wound didn't react to any healing spells.

“Why did you use that Ironclad Charm just now?” Cohen said. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had to pounce on you like that…”

“He said, ‘Either you die or this child dies,’ and I thought—” Edward paused, not saying in front of the Aurors that he would not die.

“I’m sorry…” Harry came to Cohen’s side and said apologetically to Cohen and Edward.

"It's alright, nothing serious happened." Edward waved his hand. "It's good that everyone is okay."

"They chased away Voldemort; I think that'll be on tomorrow's headlines," Cohen said, without blaming Harry at all.

Of course, I don't mean to blame Harry, because all of this was planned by Korn and Voldemort.

The reason is...

[Ding! Kindness side quest (5/7) is complete]

[5. Prevent Voldemort from obtaining the prophecy orb about the "Death and Rebirth of the Dark Lord"]

[5000 Goodwill Points and Dementor Mind Synchronizer Blueprints have been distributed]

(End of this chapter)