Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 476 You mean that all 277 Death Curses in the Ministry of Magic were cast by Voldemort, right?
Cohen's long-unused system backpack has a new item: a standard blue drawing filled with structural diagrams and textual explanations.

Dementor Mind Synchronizer...

It sounds like something that allows you to communicate with Dementors. You can do this at school because they have plenty of materials.

Now that Edward has become minister, the Dementors army belonging exclusively to the Norton family is quite necessary—strength is the foundation of power, a fact that Fudge clearly hasn't realized.

This would also make it easier for Cohen not to act as a messenger between Edward and the Dementors.

“Perhaps Harry and the others can go back to school first. Would it be convenient for me to use the Portkey, Edward?” Dumbledore said. “The school can allow them to return this way.”

Dumbledore's last sentence seemed to be addressed to Hogwarts from afar.

“Mentos.” Edward casually pulled up a banner that Cohen had blown down from the ceiling and cast a spell on it. “Harry, Cohen, and you two—touch this together, and it will take you to Dumbledore’s office.”

“Why not just go straight to the dorm?” Cohen said. “I want to sleep—”

“Because we also need to talk about how you only wrote me one sentence in your letter, ‘Tonight I’m going to bomb the Ministry of Magic,’ and then immediately skipped school,” Edward said.

"Is that how you wrote it?" Harry and Hermione asked in unison.

“The prophecy is still so cool!” Ron said.

“That’s definitely true.” Cohen blinked.

“Dumbledore, let’s find an office to discuss the next steps, regarding dealing with Voldemort—” Edward said, then looked at the Aurors standing in a row, “Where is the Minister’s office again?”
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Cohen and his team couldn't hear what happened next, because after they touched the key, they spun around and disappeared from the spot.

Dumbledore's office was still the same; the exquisite instruments on the long-legged desk were still puffing smoke rings, and the portraits of the headmasters were all awake, one of them arguing with a dark-haired man who had arrived before them.

“You really should take on some responsibility for the continuation of the Black family. Although I am very disappointed in you, you are, after all, the last male in the family,” Phineas Black said.

“My private affairs are none of your business,” Sirius said. “If you’re so anxious, why don’t you have more children yourself?”

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed excitedly as he rushed over to Sirius, who was unharmed.

"What's this, Great-Grandpa pressuring us to get married?" Cohen asked Hermione and Ron.

Suddenly, Hermione let out a strange cry.

"What's wrong?" Ron said, covering his ears. "Can you please stop yelling in our ears—"

But Hermione completely ignored Ron's complaints and stared wide-eyed at Cohen.

"We forgot something very important—"

“I know I didn’t catch Voldemort, but it’s too late to regret it now,” Cohen said. “At least I had a good time blowing him up and I didn’t have to pay for it.”

"No—it's the chimera! You didn't bring it back!" Hermione shrieked. "Shouldn't we go back—"

“You see, I told you some of Dumbledore’s practices were really unacceptable,” Phineas said with an arrogant tone. “If it were me, I wouldn’t agree to let a chimera into the school.”

“I think Dumbledore was very tolerant; he had a very high opinion of that Chimera,” says the portrait of Armando Dippet.

“It’s alright, Edward is here,” Cohen said. “Besides me, he’s the lion’s favorite.”

"Kokemiramon is breaking the law—"

“You’ve seen it too, Hermione, the new minister is very protective of his own,” Ron said shrewdly. “I bet there will be a Special Chimera Breeding Act soon—because my dad does that whenever he likes something.”

In the time before Dumbledore returned, Harry told Sirius everything that had happened.

Upon hearing that Harry had risked going to the Ministry of Magic because of him, Sirius looked at Harry's expression and said something... "You went there because of me?" Sirius asked in a low voice.

“I saw him torturing you—” Harry said, “but I didn’t expect it to be fake… I thought…”

“I’m grateful, Harry.” Sirius grabbed Harry’s shoulder. “Your father would have done the same, and if it happened to me, I would have done the same—but I don’t want you to do it… I want you to live, and promise me, no matter what, you will never go to Voldemort alone.”

“oioi, you dog-man, watch your language, aren’t we human?” Cohen reminded Sirius. “We went together, and we chased Voldemort away.”

“Don’t interrupt when we’re disciplining the kids,” Sirius said. “I learned it from your dad—he said it works.”

“It probably won’t be of much use, because I’ve already broken my promise to him last time,” Cohen said.

Snapped!
No sooner had Cohen finished speaking than Edward and Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the office.

Cohen immediately stopped talking.

Edward's expression didn't look good.

Or rather, he seemed to appear with a dark expression.

"Didn't you hear me?" Cohen said innocently.

"I didn't hear anything?" Edward's face was still gloomy.

"Can we just stand by and watch?" Sirius asked gleefully, as if Cohen had just called him a dog again.

"That's the one……"

"The matter of two hundred and seventy-seven Death Curses? Lesser Dementors?" Edward asked.

"That much?" Cohen scratched his head. "I didn't realize Voldemort used that much..."

"So you mean, all 277 Death Curses detected in the Ministry of Magic's main hall were cast by Voldemort? And the two Death Eaters who died were killed?" Edward asked, pursing his lips.

“Actually—” Hermione wanted to help Cohen cover up the lie, but Ron pulled her away.

"Hush—" Ron hissed.

“He probably only used 275,” Cohen said without batting an eye. “The remaining two must have been for the goat. You know, he knows a lot of spells.”

“Really?” Edward snorted. “How come what I got from him was ‘Cohen used over two hundred spells to make the Death Eaters unable to lift their heads’?”

Damn it, I've raised it for so long for nothing, and it has absolutely no understanding with me.

“I couldn’t just stand there and let them hit me, could I? Voldemort yelled ‘Avada Kedavra’ at us back then, so my instinctive counterattack would have to be with the same spell, right…”

Cohen said innocently,

"How about you punish me by sending me to Azkaban?"

Although the Stunning Curse has a similar effect, the Killing Curse is more satisfying to unleash—but Cohen certainly wouldn't tell Edward the reason, otherwise Edward would definitely try to squeeze some money out of him...

"you--"

Edward took a deep breath, then came up with a decision that made him laugh in exasperation.

"I'm going to tell your mother."

(End of this chapter)