Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 492 This is your "old rule"?!

"Huh?" Arnold was taken aback.

"I said--"

“I heard you. You’re not even an adult yet. What are you going there for?” Arnold asked. “I can’t take you there.”

Clearly, Edward hadn't taken Arnold with him on his mission these past few days.

Cohen didn't smell any womanly scent on this person; instead, she reeked of office smells.

Originally, he planned to sneak over unnoticed, but now Cohen has made a more interesting decision.

“I have a reason you can’t refuse,” Cohen said.

“Don’t even think about bribing me,” Arnold said firmly.

"Edward has been going there every day lately, and he hasn't called you yet."

"???"

Next, Arnold showed Cohen what the speed of departmental handover in the new era was all about.

In less than ten minutes, they successfully completed all the procedures and brought the Chimera back to Cohen's box.

Then Arnold pulled Cohen back into his office, locked the door, and began asking Cohen for the reason.

However, after learning that Edward was actually just setting traps to catch fugitives, Arnold's interest suddenly waned.

“You seem disappointed,” Cohen said.

“I knew Edward would just talk back to me…” Arnold sighed. “You knew he was going to arrest someone, so why did you still insist on going in to see what was going on?”

"He's my dad. Even if I don't tell my mom about going to nightclubs, I have to make sure that I don't suddenly have a half-brother or half-sister tonight."

Cohen said in a very serious tone,
"If you don't take me with you, my family will break up in the future—"

“Hey, hey, hey—stop, stop, how did it suddenly escalate to this level?” Arnold said. “Trust me, your father couldn’t possibly have any relationship with other women…”

"..."

Cohen did something pitiful.

The effect is remarkable!

"Okay... but you have to stay by my side, and you're not allowed to... sigh..."

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At noon, although Edward urged Cohen to go home, Cohen showed no intention of going home at all.

So Edward had to ask Dobby to bring over another lunch.

“I’ve never found the Ministry of Magic so pleasing to the eye.” Cohen pointed out the various furnishings in Edward’s office with his hands behind his back. “Why did you put a tai chi table over there?”

“It was a gift from an Eastern wizard; it just feels right to have it here,” Edward said. “You should be heading back this afternoon, shouldn’t you?”

“Alright, alright,” Cohen agreed.

Edward's subsequent arrangements for Cohen were exactly as Cohen had anticipated.

“Arnold, could you take Cohen home for me? I’m going to Devon with Scrinker this afternoon.” He handed the task of taking Cohen home to Arnold.

"Ah, okay..."

Edward seemed somewhat surprised by Arnold's direct agreement. Arnold then left the minister's office with Cohen.

“Alright, alright, let’s move on to the second step of the plan—” Cohen whispered to Arnold after leaving the office, “I’m going to hide in your office until tonight, and then we’ll go ahead and have some fun…”

"Okay, okay..." Arnold said, rubbing his head. "You've only had one day off, why are you acting like a kid who hasn't been out to play for months..."

“Fifteen is the age to be out and about,” Cohen said. “Working at eighteen is just too hopeless—it makes you people in the Ministry of Magic look bad.”

Arnold's office was a perfect hiding place—because of the mountain of fake documents, Cohen could drag a chair behind the desk and doze off with Arnold, then spoil the plot of the Mystery of the Wizarding World novel Arnold was reading during work hours.

So much so that, as the end of the workday approached, Arnold was actually more eager than Cohen to leave and head to Diagon Alley.

Once Cohen's curiosity is satisfied, he can return to his damn normal life.

At 5:50, Cohen and Arnold, disguised, arrived at Diagon Alley.

Edward didn't even come to Arnold's office tonight; clearly, he's going to go to the erotic brothel again tonight.

Moreover, according to Cohen's guess, Edward should be closing the net tonight to catch those Silver Key members who can't control their lower bodies and are secretly having fun.

"What's this?" Cohen asked as Arnold handed him a small bottle.

“An aging agent,” Arnold said. “You’re not planning to just come in with me like this, are you? Looking like a teenager, clearly a student?”

"Alright." Cohen took the bottle, opened the cap, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Wait a minute!" Arnold's eyes widened. "That's too much! Just take a couple of small sips..."

"Two small sips might not be enough to make the medicine effective," Cohen burped.

The age-enhancing drug's effects were indeed somewhat subtle on Cohen. He grew less than an inch taller, and then... he grew a small mustache. After that, the drug seemed to lose its effectiveness.

"It seems this is the limit of the aging agent," Cohen said regretfully. "I thought I could see what I would look like in middle age—I hope I won't have become a corporate slave by then."

“You’re less likely to be a corporate slave than I am to be a minister,” Arnold said. “Alright, now no one should recognize you… Come inside with me, don’t say a word, and don’t flirt with any of those women. I’ll find you an empty private room…”

“Okay, okay,” Cohen said. “Let’s get moving, then your task will be complete, and you can go look for whatever you want—”

“Once your father catches the culprit, I’ll take you away from here,” Arnold said in a lifeless voice. “Don’t run around, and don’t let your father know we’re here.”

Arnold's reminder was meaningless to Cohen—because even if Cohen's body remained in a box, his soul would still peek at the witches' high-class performance.

After following Arnold into the nightclub, Cohen was constantly being unintentionally blocked from some very crucial views by Arnold.

It looked much narrower than the storefront, with only a reception desk and a crooked staircase leading upwards.

But the atmosphere and scent here were anything but ordinary. Cohen guessed it was some kind of aphrodisiac-like fragrance, so much so that even the front desk became unusually ambiguous under the soft pink candlelight.

“Mr. Pisgood, you’ve brought a new guest today?” A witch dressed in revealing clothing leaned against the front desk and gave Arnold a flirtatious wink. “The usual?”

“Same as always, but this time let’s take a nap before we go for drinks,” Arnold said, then led Cohen very familiarly to the room he frequented. “Is my usual room still there?”

“The usual rule is…” Cohen said, rubbing his hands expectantly.

Arnold didn't say a word, then led Cohen upstairs and opened a door to a room...

"Your old routine isn't to go out drinking with women and then find an empty room to be alone, is it?" Cohen said, his eyes drooping.

“What else?” Arnold pressed Cohen down on the bed. “You stay here and I’m going out to check on things.”

(End of this chapter)