Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 487 Will I lose points if I see a nightclub witch in the crystal ball during the exam?
In any case, the score for Defense Against the Dark Arts should be quite high this time.

It's hard to imagine a scenario where "Cohen Norton would be successfully attacked by a dark magic creature."

They didn't have any exams on Friday, except for Hermione—because she had learned ancient runes.

“I made a mistake in one of my translations,” Hermione said angrily after the Ancient Runes exam. “ehwaz means cooperation, not defense—I confused it with eihwaz.”

“It was just one mistake,” Ron said, reclining on a cushioned chair in the lounge. “Even if—”

“A single mistake could determine whether you pass or fail!” Hermione corrected. “I shouldn’t have made that mistake—Cohen, how’s your Muggle studies review going?”

She saw Cohen still reading a book; this was the first time in five years she had seen Cohen working so hard.

“I don’t think this is reviewing, because I’ve never studied it before,” Cohen said resentfully. “And I’m pretty sure Adolf Hitler wasn’t a wizard who graduated from Durmstrang—what wizard would immediately apply to the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts right after graduating from Durmstrang?”

“Not entirely, he was a wizard,” the count said. “But he never went to school because his father chased away a wizard who had come to invite Adolf to school—his father was a Catholic civil servant who couldn’t stand a witch who was suspected of having an affair with Satan near their house.”

"How do you know all this so clearly?" Cohen demanded. "And you still say you're not a mustache!"

"Back then, I was in Austria, being a pet to a little girl," the count proving his innocence. "I even sang her lullabies. I can sing you a few, Schlaf' ein~ Schlaf' ein~ Schlaf' ein—"

Surprisingly, the Earl sang quite well, and it really sounded like he was lulling a child to sleep.

"Alright, I believe you." Cohen pinched the Earl's mouth shut. "Don't say anything now, I still need to finish reading this book."

Cohen then went back to memorizing his notes, while Harry and Ron seemed to have developed a renewed interest in the Earl's past—they didn't have exams for two days straight over the weekend, so they were taking a break from their busy schedules.

"Then why do you say you don't know anything about the history of magic?" Harry asked curiously. "You've witnessed all that history firsthand—"

“I can’t be in Germany, England, Italy, and China at the same time, boy,” the Earl said. “Besides, you wizards are just bored out of your minds to remember the dates goblins wipe their asses.”

Saturday, after the Muggle Studies exam.

Cohen had to admit that he had overestimated the difficulty of the exam.

I didn't need to memorize the biographies of each Muggle prime minister, nor did I need to memorize the half-true, half-false Muggle code of conduct. The exam only tested very basic things, and there was a very easy question: "How to calm a Muggle down and leave safely when there is a conflict with a Muggle." As long as I didn't write "use a Stunning Charm to knock the other party unconscious," I could at least get a passing grade on this question.

The Muggle research that he was most worried about was no longer a concern; Cohen felt he had no problem passing the test.

If I really fail, then all I can do is explain to Edward and the others that "I've done my best"...

Even if you can't be a memory eraser, you can still become the next "Edward".

They have a Potions exam on Monday of the second week.

Potions weren't too difficult for Cohen, but Harry and Neville, who usually had poor grades, did very well on both the theoretical and practical tests this time.

"Without Snape hanging around, I feel like my potions skills have improved by at least two levels," Harry said casually after his afternoon practical exam. "My potion was blue—wait, potions are blue, right?"

“It’s blue,” Cohen said, “with a hazy sheen of moonstone powder.”

“Thank goodness, all I remember is how to make this potion.” Ron breathed a sigh of relief. “Hermione gave us a copy of her paper when school started, remember? It was about moonstone powder.”

Tuesday's test to protect magical creatures wasn't too difficult; they had to pinpoint the Spiny, a suspicious magical creature, among the hedgehogs; then deal with Bowtruckles and safely feed the Fire Crabs...

The last item was one that required absolutely no skill from Cohen—choosing food for the "sick" unicorn.

These unicorns were the ones Hagrid brought out of Cohen's box. [I'm sick, I want to drink.]

The unicorn stared longingly at Cohen.

"No, you don't want that," Cohen said. "What you want is sneezing herb syrup."

If you actually give a unicorn a drink, you'll get a zero.

There are two exams on Wednesday: Astronomy in the morning and Divination in the afternoon. The practical exam for Astronomy is in the evening, while Divination only has a practical class and no written exam.

Aside from tea leaf divination and palmistry, Cohen is quite talented—it's just a pity that exams can't only test crystal balls.

“I’ve heard you have a real talent for crystal ball divination,” a middle-aged examiner whispered to Cohen. “You can even make others see what you see.”

The examiner appeared to be from the Department of Mysteries; Cohen had seen his photo on the Department's roster.

“That’s right.” Cohen quickly seized this opportunity to score points.

"Could you demonstrate?" the examiner asked expectantly, "For extra points?"

“Of course,” Cohen replied.

Next, have the other person hold your hand, and then you touch the crystal ball with your other hand.

When Cohen's hand touched the crystal ball, the thick fog inside began to recede rapidly to the edge, and the examiner who had physical contact with Cohen also witnessed this scene.

His face first showed surprise, then he stared intently at the crystal ball with intense concentration—he had never seen anything like this before.

Most people with prophetic abilities can only predict the future in a mystical way that cannot be directly discerned by others.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone so openly depict the future like Cohen.

As the fog dissipated, a dimly lit room appeared, containing a woman undressing and a fully clothed, blond-haired man.

The man covered his eyes with one hand and waved the other hand at the woman on the bed who was almost completely undressed.

But the woman seemed completely unconcerned by the man's gesture to stop her, and continued to remove her remaining bra and underwear.

“No…this isn’t it—” The examiner paused, stunned.

The more I look at this blond man, the more he resembles the new minister.

“It seems…” Cohen was also taken aback.

The naked woman in the picture was unfamiliar, but the blond man, Cohen, was an absolute confidant.

What is Edward doing?!
Damn it, how come he's still chasing me even though he's so infatuated with me!

Didn't you say you weren't going?
The examiner's expression changed from blank to surprised, then gradually turned into a blushing, suppressed laugh. He held onto Cohen's hand tightly, as if he really wanted to keep watching.

"Don't stop, I can't see it clearly, let me look again."

(End of this chapter)