Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 486 "Born of the same root, why so eager to destroy each other?"

Cohen wasn't the only one intensely studying; almost all fifth-grade students were in a similar state.

Cohen only needs to wait until the Muggle studies exam on Saturday to be free, while the others will have to wait until next weekend.

In the lounge in the afternoon.

Harry had promised Hermione a long time ago that he would help her with her review today through a question-and-answer session. Harry would flip through Hermione's book and ask her questions, and then Hermione would answer them. But it didn't go very smoothly because every time Hermione finished answering, she would anxiously snatch the book from Harry's hands, making Harry feel that his existence was actually unnecessary.

"Why don't you study on your own?" Harry insisted on returning the book to Hermione after his glasses were nearly knocked off by the corner of "The Curse of Achievement."

At this moment, Ron was covering his ears and silently reading through his Charms class notes from previous years, but unfortunately he was only up to the third year.

Neville was repeatedly reciting the definition of the Universal Breaking Charm, while Dean was drawing a model of the Existence Charm while drinking a beverage that emitted a pale golden light.

Fortunately, everyone was too busy, and even Hermione didn't have time to investigate whether these strange drinks that suddenly appeared were part of the Cohen and Weasley brothers' revived business opportunities.

At dinner, they saw the examiners sent by the Ministry of Magic—a group of elderly wizards and witches, whom Dumbledore received with great respect.

It was obvious that this group was older than Dumbledore.

However, when the students met with the professors after dinner, a hunchbacked old witch who could barely see the road spotted and recognized Cohen.

She is Professor Machiban, the examiner for the spell exam.

"I look forward to seeing how you do on your spells test, Norton boy," Professor Marchban shouted at Cohen in a very loud voice, as if there were a Quidditch pitch between them.

“I will do my best,” Cohen said politely.

"What?" Professor Marchban couldn't quite hear.

“I said I’ll do my best,” Cohen said, raising his voice.

“Haha, you won’t embarrass yourself.” Professor Marchban patted Cohen’s arm reassuringly. “I remember your father’s test—his silent spell was the best I’ve seen in years, besides Dumbledore’s.”

"Can she really proctor the exam?"

On the way back to the lounge, Ron voiced his doubts.
"What I mean is, she can't even hear normal speech..."

“Ron, spells are sometimes more effective than ears,” Hermione said. “And Professor Marchban might be proctoring the afternoon’s practical exams. You heard her talking about Mr. Norton and Professor Dumbledore’s practical exams.”

The next day, Monday, the gears of their exams finally began to turn.

At 9:30, they arrived at the auditorium, where the long tables had been replaced with individual desks spaced far apart. The proctor was indeed not Professor Marchban, but Professor McGonagall.

Once everyone was seated, Professor McGonagall said:

"It's time to start."

Test papers, quills, and ink began to appear on their tables, along with parchment for filling in answers.

Cohen wrote his name on the exam paper and parchment, then opened the exam paper:

one,

1) Write down the spell to make an object fly.
2) Describe the action of waving the wand.
……

Damn, this feeling is so familiar.

It feels like I took the college entrance exam all over again.

Fortunately, the spell exam was ridiculously easy for Cohen. Only the part about the theoretical explanation of the spell model was difficult because Cohen hadn't memorized it.

However, these types of questions only make up a small portion, and even if you don't get a perfect score, it won't change your O to an E. Two hours flew by, and Cohen spent more than forty minutes lying there in a daze, checking himself for spelling mistakes.

“Not too bad, right?” Hermione said to Cohen and the others after leaving the hallway. “I wouldn’t say I did a great job with the Happiness Charm, I just filled in the blanks… Did you guys write down the antidote for the Hiccup Charm? I think I wrote a bit too much—there’s still the twenty-third question—”

“Full marks, then zero marks,” Cohen said, rubbing his forehead.

"Hermione, we've finished the test," Ron said unhappily. "Even if you repeat it a million times, it won't change the fact that I didn't remember what the antidote to the Hiccup Curse is... One test was bad enough..."

In the afternoon, they took a practical exam on Charms. Cohen's question was relatively familiar: he just needed to change the color of a chipmunk to white and make a pear do a tap dance for one minute.

The hopes for the Transfiguration exam on Tuesday and the Herbalism exam on Wednesday rested entirely on Hermione—the practical exam, however, posed little challenge.

Because it doesn't require incantations, only the desired effect, polymorph is the easiest—Cohen possesses far more powerful ancient magical polymorphism.

Professor Toford was full of praise for Cohen's transformation and almost let slip ("Perfect score - I mean it's not an exaggeration to say it's perfect score").

Half of the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam on Thursday went normally.

The written test in the morning went smoothly, but there were some minor hiccups in the afternoon—

“You need to deal with the creature that will attack you next.” The proctor was now Professor Avery, a small old man who had shrunk to almost the size of Professor Flitwick due to his advanced age.

However, Cohen always felt that he was the one who should be nervous, not this old scholar from the Ministry of Magic's education department.

“Okay,” Cohen said.

Then, Professor Avery waved his wand and opened a leather suitcase that was placed in front of Cohen.

It was pitch black inside, and then suddenly a very familiar scent wafted out—

A Dementor emerged from inside.

"?" Cohen looked at the Dementors, then at the proctor.

what?
What do you mean?
Using a Dementor to test a Dementor?
Then let the Dementor use the Patronus Charm on the Dementor?
Cohen could already foresee the bizarre scene of the Dementors saying to him, "We are all of the same origin, why are we fighting each other so fiercely?"

Professor Avery also seemed stunned by the sudden appearance of the Dementor.

“Something’s not right…” Cohen sensed something was off—although the aura was quite similar, this Dementor had been floating opposite him for a long time without saying a word.

【Why are you here? 】

The other party did not respond—instead, they faced Professor Avery.

“I know—hilarious!” Cohen shouted, raising his wand at the Dementor.

In an instant, the Dementor exploded into a wisp of green smoke.

It's a Boggart, no wonder...

The Guardian Charm was not originally part of the fifth-grade curriculum.

Cohen didn't realize it was a Boggart at first because the Boggart wasn't looking for Cohen's fear; it was looking for Professor Avery's fear, which is why it came out facing Professor Avery.

“Excellent, excellent.” Professor Avery breathed a sigh of relief—he had thought he had brought the wrong teaching aids.

After all, Cohen wouldn't be afraid of Dementors...

(End of this chapter)