Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 484 Cohen's Career Plan

"New stock?" Cohen whispered. "I have an idea. How about a less potent Felix Ferulic? And a name that's more appealing to students..."

"Is it powerful enough?" George asked in a low voice.

“It’s pure gold fleece. I have some golden fleece. Grind it into powder, add some mint, and soak an ounce in three buckets of water,” Cohen said. “The deal is next Friday. Hermione’s watching closely over the weekend, so remember to create some buzz first, announce that you have a new supply—you absolutely cannot let her find out about this, or she’ll definitely…”

"Otherwise what?" Hermione's stern voice rang out from behind them.

"When did you show up?!" Cohen's eyes widened.

“What are you planning to sell in the common room this time?” Hermione asked. “Cohen, you’re a prefect and you’re with them—I just confiscated Harold Dingo’s Dragon Claw Powder!”

“I didn’t sell dragon claw powder,” Cohen said innocently. “I wouldn’t sell unclean things to students. Norber’s claws are never washed.”

“Felix Felicis isn’t something you can use on exams!” Hermione said, pursing her lips. “It’s illegal!”

“This isn’t Felix Felicis, it’s just a little bit of wool powder and mint to clear your head—plus a tiny bit of luck,” Cohen said. “And I bet the Department of Magical Education will give me a back door.”

“It’s okay, Cohen, you don’t have to participate.” Fred had a sudden idea and winked at Cohen.

“Oh, okay…” Cohen said smoothly, “In that case… I won’t participate.”

“Don’t try any tricks.” Hermione sighed. “I know what you’re up to. Even if you get someone else to make this kind of fake stuff, it won’t work.”

“Our dad works in a remote department, so he won’t be affected,” George said confidently.

“What if we write a letter to your mother?” Hermione pulled out her ultimate weapon.

Clearly, for many people, "tell your mom" is the ultimate weapon.

That night, Edward's demonstration in the headmaster's office made Hermione realize that this was the best way to deal with thugs like Cohen, Fred, and George.

“No, you can’t do that,” Fred exclaimed in alarm.

"Who taught you that!" George exclaimed in alarm.

"I'm sorry, I think I've become the mole," Cohen said regretfully. "My dad uses this tactic in no way he knows what's going on..."
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Hermione's control was not very effective, and the transactions moved to more private places.

For example, the map chamber that Cohen recently discovered, which no longer contains ancient magic, became the new trading location for the Weasley brothers and Cohen because it required a special incantation to open.

“I knew this kid was no good!” Charles Lukwood said angrily. “Smuggling potions, abusing his power—”

"Why put it so harshly? I'm just promoting the rapid development of the Hogwarts economic industrial chain," Cohen said. "Hogwarts should thank me—Old Deng, you don't understand."

“Call the professor when you need him, and call Old Deng when you don’t,” Lukwood questioned. “You turn your back on him once you get what you want.”

"Don't put labels on me. I've never called you Professor. I've only called you Professor Rackham," Cohen clarified, never holding a grudge.

The secret deal continued undetected until after Easter, and Cohen, Fred, and George made a fortune again from the high-priced, scarce "Greek smart drug."

In April, the most important thing for them before the exams is career guidance.

The heads of each house would develop academic plans for each student based on their career goals, such as the demand for OWL and NEWT certifications in various professions. Harry and his friends were practically buried under brochures from all sorts of industries. Ron and Hermione had no idea what they wanted to do in the future, while Harry was determined to become an Auror.

Cohen was somewhat confused.

“Honestly, I don’t want to go to work,” Cohen said. “Does this mean I don’t have to take the exam?”

“Or he could directly succeed as Minister of Magic.” Ron was reading a herbalist’s brochure, “like that old man named Ita something.”

“Ignatius Taft,” Hermione finished saying Ron’s name. “By the way, Cohen, did you give that Silver Key Leader to your father?”

“They handed it in, and there’s a list with their names on it. It seems Edward has already caught quite a few people,” Cohen said. “I can’t believe what the Ministry of Magic has been doing all these years. There are even people with silver keys serving as deputy ministers in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.”

“They’re even using Death Eaters, which means there’s a complete profit chain behind it,” Hermione said, frowning. “Your father might be secretly hated by many people…”

“Maybe,” Cohen said, “but so far no one has defected, which could also be because Edward now has an obedient army of Dementors.”

Since Edward retrieved the Dementors after receiving the mind-synchronizing device from Cohen, the Ministry of Magic has been unusually silent in its opposition to him.

Those high-ranking officials who were always looking for trouble did not react at all to Edward's various "excessive behaviors that affected the vital interests of some people".

People are naturally bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. Once a tiger sneaks in, those who used to like to shout will obediently shut their mouths and squat in the corner, pretending to be a stone.

Cohen’s job guidance is on the first Thursday of April.

When he arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, he was surprised to find that Professor McGonagall wasn't alone there.

Moreover, the new person in Professor McGonagall's office looked very familiar—

"You've been reinstated?" Cohen asked, looking at the balding, middle-aged man.

"Hmm." Arnold listlessly propped a writing board on his lap.

“Mr. Pisgood is a registrar from the Ministry of Magic, responsible for registering and filing students who intend to work for the Ministry,” Professor McGonagall said. “Sit down, Norton. Let’s talk about your thoughts on employment, which will relate to the subjects you’ll need to study in your sixth and seventh years. Have you thought about what you’d like to do after leaving Hogwarts?”

You can't just say you want to be the head of the Dementor Empire...

Cohen glanced at Arnold, who was chewing on a quill pen bristle, waiting for Cohen to speak.

“I haven’t really made up my mind—how about becoming a memory eraser?” Cohen casually suggested.

It sounds like all you need to do is pass Charms class, so you only need to take one or two other courses after that...

"Huh?" Arnold couldn't help but exclaim, "You really intend to do this?"

“Then let’s forget about it,” Cohen said.

“Mr. Pisgood,” Professor McGonagall reminded him.

According to the rules, the recorder is not allowed to interfere with the student's wishes.

(End of this chapter)