Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 493 # Edward actually did this in a nightclub!
Arnold went out without even turning his head, like a cold and heartless old man.

However, even if he didn't take Cohen out, Cohen would have his own ways of exploring this wizard nightclub.

What does leaving Cohen in the room have to do with letting his soul wander off?

No sooner had Arnold left than Cohen's soul drifted out with him, while his body remained on the bed.

Cohen's spirit followed Arnold all the way back to the first floor—somewhat unexpectedly, as Cohen had assumed he would go to the third floor for a drink.

"Mr. Pisgood?" The receptionist asked, somewhat puzzled, seeing that Arnold had come down so quickly. "Aren't the girls on the third floor working?"

“Ah, no, no, Brianna…” Arnold turned to look at the doorway, but no one had come in yet. “I’m just waiting for someone.”

“Oh, is this Mr. Norton?” Brianna chuckled softly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you two come over for drinks together.”

“I just got mocked by a kid, I don’t want to talk about that.” Arnold sat down across the bar from Brianna. “How have you been lately?”

Arnold chatted casually with the receptionist, who wasn't exactly young either, while adjusting his attire to make himself look a little unlike himself.

"So you're here today for... a 'special mission'?" Brianna raised an eyebrow as she saw Arnold pull out a red Turkish felt hat and put it on.

"You know?" Arnold almost covered his entire forehead with his hat, and then he stuck a mustache around his mouth.

“Of course, otherwise how could the minister have caught those guys?” Brianna chuckled, her eyes also fixed on the commotion at the door. “I have to be responsible for the girls here, don’t I? Don’t worry, they’re using freshly boiled water.”

“I could never learn how to make this stuff in school. What was it called again—Living Hell Potion?” Arnold sighed. “Professor Slughorn even punished me with solitary confinement—because I boiled it into cement.”

"Shh—" Brianna put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.

Not long after, three young men walked into the store, chatting and laughing.

“We need the three best witches.” The young man leading the group raised an eyebrow at Brianna. “I just made a fortune in Galleons—you have no idea how rich that old man is…”

“Looking for someone available on the third floor,” Brianna said. “But I have to warn you—the girls here are really spicy—”

"I like spicy food." The young man in the lead grinned and licked his lips.

Then they went upstairs in a clattering voice, and before they went upstairs, someone nudged Arnold, who was sitting at the front desk, with their elbow.

"Hey buddy, nice hat."

Arnold awkwardly adjusted the position of his hat.

About ten minutes later, another person barged in.

He was a man completely covered up—but Cohen could tell who he was at a glance.

[Soul Strength: 10]

Let's change his name to Edward Jolton.

Arnold didn't recognize him at first, but Edward clearly recognized Arnold sitting at the front desk, so he paused for a moment after entering.

Jingle Bell!
Brianna shook the golden bell hanging from the ceiling, and after a few seconds, three small parchment scrolls cut into pieces were ejected from the bell.

“Rooms five, six, and eight on the second floor,” Brianna said to Edward after glancing at the numbers on the slip of paper. “Okay,” Edward replied in a muffled voice, and followed her upstairs, though he glanced back at Arnold as he went.

Cohen, who was watching the show in spirit form, thought Edward was wondering why Arnold hadn't called him when he came to drink here.

Now that the main character had arrived, Cohen didn't linger on the first floor and went with Edward...

Third floor?

There were too many unexpected things happening today. Cohen thought Edward would do what Arnold did: choose an empty private room and wait for the three young men with silver keys to be drugged.

Now I have no choice but to write everything down in my notebook and use it as a powerful weapon to "resist the minister's tyranny".

Immediately afterwards, Cohen witnessed the darkest, most adult-oriented "bar" in Diagon Alley—

The third floor is a room about the size of the Leaky Cauldron, with several small stages surrounding various cushioned sofas in the center. Guests can sit in the middle and enjoy the figures of the Galleon dancers. Perhaps some will even go for paid services.

Under the glow of the magic candles, the dancers' veils slowly disappear and reappear with their graceful dance steps, revealing their true appearance while maintaining an air of mystery to entice guests to get closer.

The diluted aphrodisiac scents in the air should still be there. Cohen saw a fat wizard sitting on the sofa, his face flushed, starting to take off his clothes—though it's also possible that this person was being controlled by the smaller head, causing the larger head to do this.

Although they are not Veela, with so much magic at their disposal, they are actually not much different from Veela.

Cohen thought Edward would choose the third one from the left as you enter—but Edward chose another one, a dark-haired woman, exactly the same one Cohen had seen in the crystal ball.

“You, come here.” Edward beckoned to her.

"?" The woman pointed to herself, wanting to confirm whether the man covered in clothes was specifically asking for her—

After all, my price is actually the highest here.

“Yes, you.” Edward clearly hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation, because he hadn’t been here for so long and was completely unaware of the current market conditions. “Hurry up.”

Cohen followed Edward into the seventh room on the second floor—which happened to be right between the three young men's rooms.

Cohen roughly understood what Edward was trying to do...

After entering, Edward slammed the door shut and then pulled off the hood that was covering him from the intense heat.

"Oh! No—"

"Shh! Shh! Shh!" Edward quickly whispered to stop them. "Listen, we need to cooperate from now on—you do what I tell you to do—"

"Oh, of course, of course I'll cooperate."

The woman lay down on the bed with practiced ease, leaning seductively against the pillows. One hand propped up her cheek, while the other began to roam over her body. With each movement, a part of her gauze skirt would roll down—only then did Cohen realize that their skirts were like water, turning into a puddle of clear liquid with the slightest touch and then disappearing.

"No—this isn't the right combination—"

Edward quickly covered his eyes and then gestured for the woman to stop.

(End of this chapter)