Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 481 "You made a collar for your dad?!"

"you you……"

Charles Lukwood said angrily, but he couldn't refute it—because he had indeed heard rumors about it…

Cohen remained silent, only looking at him arrogantly with the expression of a spoiled brat.

Discriminating against Dementors results in being discriminated against by them.

Ultimately, after unanimous discussion among the four portraits, they revealed the spell to pass through the underground magical barrier to Cohen.

After all, Cohen is currently the only person who can resolve the hidden dangers.

After reciting the incantation, a path leading further down appeared before Cohen. The original cave had been transformed into a dark stone room, with the only source of light being a giant sphere floating on the ceiling.

As soon as Cohen entered, he smelled a strong scent of emotions: anger, sadness, joy... all mixed together, giving this emotion a rather strange and fickle nature.

That senior was right to seal it away; any normal person exposed to such chaotic emotions would definitely be affected and turn into a madman holding a nuclear bomb.

……

"So you've taken this kind of thing for yourself, right?"

After Cohen returned and recounted what had happened, the Earl said,
"I don't believe you would really destroy something so powerful. You're definitely planning to use it to stab Dumbledore or something..."

“Not so kind.”

Cohen said,
"I'm going to make it into a little bomb for humane destruction. Whoever disobeys me, I'll throw this thing in their house, let them go crazy and commit crimes everywhere, and then I'll appear as a hero and kill them."

“Tyranny,” the count said, smacking his lips. “But it doesn’t matter. You can kill the wizard before me, so I won’t have to wait until I’ve eaten all the field mice in the world before I can eat all the wizards.”

“Well, you have pretty ambitious goals. Just so you know, while you were making love with the owl, the voles in Hogsmeade had a litter of dozens more,” Cohen said. “And you won’t have time to catch them either, because you have to get this to Edward for me.”

With that, Cohen tossed the completed tuner to the Earl.

The count stared blankly at the metal contraption Cohen had tossed to him—

Then I looked at Cohen, and then at this metal thing...

"You made a collar for your dad?!" the Count asked in disbelief. "That's bizarre—you weren't even this nice to that little girl... but if you like office classifications..."

“I’ve never trusted a word that comes out of your mouth,” Cohen said with a dark expression. “This is a Dementor mind tuner with absolutely no sense of aesthetics.”

"Oh..." It's unclear what the count suddenly realized, but this bird is only normal when it's acting abnormally.

None of the soy sauce-colored owls are easy to deal with.

After kicking the count out of the lounge, Cohen began to study "Ancient Magic" again.

The magic sealed within the sphere was packed up by Cohen and stuffed into the leather pouch of the Unseen Stretch Charm. The portrait artists believed that Cohen had destroyed it and showed no signs of "arrogance" or "emotional instability".

Of course, Charles Lukwood still speculated that the reason Cohen didn't show these signs was because he was arrogant enough.

The final part of this book is about how to utilize the magic of these extracted emotions.

It is called ancient magic not because it is so old, but because it needs to be distinguished from those systematic, orderly and logical systems of spells.

Ancient magic had no incantations; it only required emotions. The caster used intense emotions to achieve their desired goal, and the greater the goal's impact on reality, the more emotion was needed—but the amount of emotion a person could generate at any given time was extremely limited. Therefore, a wizard with this talent summarized and discovered methods for extracting and sealing away others' emotions through ancient texts left by his ancestors, thus solving the problem of supply not keeping up with demand.

This method was banned shortly after its emergence, and the wizard who created it was killed by a group of wizards led by Percival Rackham.

The act of detaching from and absorbing the emotions of others can cause the caster to gradually become obsessed with the feeling, especially pleasure.

This obsession quickly evolves into an "emotional hunger," causing the caster to crave more emotions, and even to desire to absorb the souls of others...

Wait a moment——

Cohen frowned, realizing that things seemed a little complicated.

The more I listen, the more it sounds like the symptoms of a Dementor.

Not sure, check again.

"Emotional hunger," "especially for happiness," "absorbing souls"...

Cohen felt he was gradually coming to understand everything.

Ancient magic that frequently absorbs other people's emotions to exert a greater real-world impact can turn a person into a Dementor...

Cohen was originally a Dementor.

The problem is gone; now Cohen is left with only a trolley that can go anywhere he wants.

So Cohen immediately began some experiments—

For example, one could transform a teacup using only the emotions within the ball, without using any spells.

And by creating a series of virtual links by casting "spells that can only be cast with strong emotions" on multiple targets, then wiping them all out with an Avada Kedavra curse—

The experimental subject was the teacup bird that Cohen had transformed into. Now Cohen can also conjure small creatures with souls, just like Professor McGonagall, and these transformations have been so long that Cohen is not sure if they can be considered "permanent".

The good news is that Cohen has now mastered a spell he once wanted to learn to kill many people.

The bad news is that this method requires creating a connection beforehand using other emotionally charged spells, so Cohen's current improvement is simply optimizing "reciting Avada Kedavra once to everyone" in a group setting into "reciting Crucio once to everyone, and then using Avada Kedavra on any one person at the end."

At least... it saves us some saliva.

The most useful thing is the near-permanent deformation.

"Cohen, where's lunch? The common room has been attacked?!" Ron had just crawled back into the Gryffindor common room when he saw the mess in front of Cohen.

Those teacup birds that were deformed and killed are now just a pile of porcelain shards.

"Vanished without a trace." Cohen disposed of the teacup birds' corpses. "They're practicing magic. I found myself something to eat for lunch."

“Hagrid asked if I wanted to go see something mysterious with him this afternoon,” Ron said. “In the Forbidden Forest—I didn’t really want to go, there are giant spiders in there, but Harry said I could scare them away…”

“That’s true.” Cohen nodded.

If any giant spider sees Cohen and doesn't run away, then it's this one (thumbs up).

(End of this chapter)