Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 480 Just thinking about what I'm going to do makes me want to laugh.
Not redeemable!

It's that place!
Cohen didn't think twice and strode towards the spiral staircase. Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to the ancient magical vault hidden beneath Hogwarts.

Even the air along the way smelled sweet, so much so that Cohen felt the road leading there was like a bait trap prepared for Dementors.

Cohen quickly found the place where the sweet scent had disappeared. It was a circular dead end, and the scent had vanished beneath the floor.

Cohen didn't see any "spiral silver symbol," but he could see faint traces similar to the "dregs in bottled emotions" of the silver key.

In other words, ancient magic and the emotions that Dementors consume are essentially the same thing...

Emotions are the source of magic.

Just as Cohen initially predicted, ancient magic might be difficult for ordinary wizards, but it's just right for Dementors.

With a direction, the floor and the stones could no longer stop Cohen.

After poking and prodding with his wand, Cohen realized that the Alohomora was wide open and he couldn't open the entrance. He originally planned to just blow it up.

However, just as Cohen was about to chant the incantation, the door on the floor opened, as if it didn't want Cohen to "show violence" to it.

Descending along the spiral staircase beneath the stone floor, Cohen arrived at a bright, spacious circular room filled with gilded openwork structures. Through unobstructed windows, one could see into the dark cavern outside.

The ground here is like a starry sky seen through a layer of glass, with dense white lights dotting the deep blue night sky.

The most striking feature is the four portraits hanging at the entrance, which are much larger than most portraits in the school, taking up almost half of the wall.

Of the four portraits, only one depicts an old-looking wizard taking a nap.

"Ooi! Old Deng, drop some gold coins!"

Cohen had seen this man before, in Dumbledore's headmaster's office, where portraits of past headmasters hung. Some headmasters had more than one portrait, so they often left.

But Cohen forgot the man's name.

The old man was woken up by the noise.

“My name is Percival Rackham, not some ‘Old Dumbledore.’” The old man was somewhat annoyed; upon waking and seeing Cohen, his first thought was that Cohen had come to see Dumbledore. “Hmm? What are you doing here with Dumbledore again—”

But then he discovered something unusual.

This wasn't the principal's office. Before his nap, he returned to the map room, where he was less likely to be woken up.

"Wait, how did you find this place?" he asked, puzzled.

As one of the headmasters, he had naturally heard a lot from Dumbledore's office about the boy's Dementor identity and his dark past.

Can……

This place should only be accessible to those who can see traces of ancient magic, and this student has been at the school for so many years. If he could see them long ago, why is he only coming now...?

"Because I'm in fifth grade?" Cohen guessed, tilting his head.

The previous year's seniors started their main storyline in fifth grade, so it's quite reasonable for me to start this part of the storyline in fifth grade...

"you……"

“I saw some strange marks at the entrance, and then I tried to get in,” Cohen said honestly. “There must be a lot of fun down here, the smell is even coming upstairs—I’ve found this place, so can I go down and eat it all?”

“That’s ancient magic, a large mass of dangerous power sealed deep within the school by a brilliant junior,” Professor Rackham said. “It’s not for eating…”

Suddenly, Professor Rackham was stumped. As a researcher and user of ancient magic, he naturally understood that the source of ancient magic was pure emotion.

So Cohen's statement isn't wrong—Dementors do eat this.

However, people in the past never thought of using such power to feed a group of dark magic creatures that were hostile to humans.

"Danger? How so?" Cohen asked, feigning ignorance.

“Once, an evil fairy attempted to steal it and use its power to overthrow the world,” Professor Rackham said. “Those who can use ancient magic can absorb and manipulate this power.”

“Something very dangerous, something that would throw the world into chaos if stolen by bad guys…” Cohen said, “Why didn’t that ‘very capable successor’ you mentioned completely eliminate it?”

“Because it can only be absorbed, not destroyed.” The more Rackham spoke, the more he felt that Cohen’s sudden visit was an excellent opportunity to eliminate future troubles, but he couldn’t help but feel a little strange that everything was developing so quickly and smoothly.

"Then why doesn't he absorb it himself?" Cohen continued to set the trap.

“He fears he’ll be controlled by this chaotic magic and turn into the next demon,” Rackham said. “But… you mean, you can sense that it’s food for Dementors?”

“Yes, that’s why I came here following the smell, without even having lunch,” Cohen said. “It can’t be that students are having a party under the school gates; Dumbledore certainly wouldn’t be angry if he didn’t consume the emotions of living people.”

“Indeed…” Rackham said thoughtfully, “it’s a solution…”

“What’s a solution?” Cohen asked. “I also discovered protective magic under this floorboards, which means the little cake is hidden. Do you have a way to get down there?”

"Plus, he can also see traces of ancient magic, and Dumbledore speaks highly of him..." Rackham seemed to be convincing himself, not listening to Cohen at all, but muttering to himself.

“oioi! Professor Rackham, you still haven’t answered me.”

“I need to talk to someone else, son. Would it be convenient for you to wait here a little longer?” Rackham said.

“Okay, better hurry, if I miss lunch here, I’ll have to get back to the auditorium before noon to catch lunch there,” Cohen said.

It's clear that Rackham is eager to resolve this problem—Cohen's legitimate takeover plan is not far from success.

Watching the old man hurriedly leave the painting frame, and then hurriedly pull the other three people back.

Another round of discussion without Cohen.

It seems that the team that was supposed to be with Voldemort disbanded too quickly. If Voldemort had been sent to steal this thing, they would have been urging Cohen to deal with the sealed ancient magic instead of hesitating here about whether or not to let Cohen, the "obvious successor," come into contact with it.

When will dark magic creatures be treated fairly? (Annoying)

"Is he safe?" asked a professor Cohen hadn't seen in the principal's office. "You know... he is..."

“He should be safe, Lukewood,” another female professor said in her portrait. “I’ve heard many stories about him at the university—protecting the Philosopher’s Stone, slaying the Basilisk, confronting the Dark Wizard. His experiences are actually far richer than those of the last student.”

Lukwood?
This surname is really intriguing...

Cohen couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what he was going to do next, but he held it in.

“I’m definitely safe, and safer than Professor Lukewood.”

Cohen said very seriously,

“My father was the Minister of Magic, while one of your descendants betrayed the goblins and now another is serving Voldemort. Logically speaking, your tainted family cannot judge me like this.”

(End of this chapter)