Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 501 Extra - Ariana

(This chapter is a side story)
Pig Head Bar is usually not very popular during the day.

The dilapidated wooden sign hanging outside swayed in the wind, depicting a bloodstained, severed wild boar head, the blood seeping into the white cloth wrapped around its severed head.

Cohen felt that if he hadn't known beforehand that it was a pub, he might have thought it was a pork shop.

Edward used to send people here to eavesdrop when he wasn't doing well, and then use the information he gathered to arrest a few contraband dealers and collect some money—this was already the Ministry of Magic's largest source of funding besides donations and taxes.

But Cohen isn't here to gather intelligence today.

Stepping inside the store, the environment, while not quite as good as Three Brooms, is still much better than before.

The stone floor here used to be covered with centuries of grime, and people who came in always thought the shop was a dirt floor—but now all that filth has been cleaned up.

“It would have been better not to clean it at all,” Cohen said, looking at the potholed ground. “It looks like a World War II battlefield.”

"This isn't what you said when you came before." An old man with a long, gray-white beard was wiping glasses behind the bar using a rag with a simple drawing of a goat on it.

He stared at Cohen with sharp eyes, his hands never stopping, but the rag ruined all the image he had hoped to cultivate.

"I'm here to deliver your admission letter."

Cohen waved the thick envelope in his hand, which had a wax seal, a shield emblem, and a large "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Damn it, the Earl was right, I really have been used as an owl..."

"Then you're the best messenger in the world!" A little girl rushed down the stairs behind the bar, excitedly saying, "Hogwarts! Albus said they'd start sending letters today. How many letters have been sent out so far?"

"Abus, abus, abus, I'm the one who takes care of you more," Abufusi said in a muffled voice. "Why do I only hear you calling his name when you're happy? Am I even your brother?"

“The first one, because nobody has a birthday on July 1st this year,” Cohen said, letting Ariana take the letter.

“Because I call you every day,” Ariana giggled, sitting down at a table and opening an envelope. “Abu, how about we go buy books after we feed the goats?”

“Go find Albus,” Aberforth said, feigning anger.

“Albus only picks out thick, heavy books and weird candies for me—you’re the one—come with me, come with me,” Ariana pleaded with Aberforth.

"Then tell me, who treats you better, me or Albus?" Abu Fors tempted.

“You’re the best to me, okay?” Ariana said with a grin.

"Hmm?" A questioning voice came from the doorway.

Albus Dumbledore walked into the tavern, clutching a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

Did I hear something I shouldn't have heard?

"Albus!" Ariana rushed towards Dumbledore and hugged her tightly.

“I knew it…” Aberforth pursed his lips. “How come the busy man has time to come out today?” The two brothers do look very alike, with the same long hair and beard, and the same deep blue eyes—except that Aberforth was dressed more casually.

“I thought Cohen would tell you I was coming today,” Dumbledore said with a smile.

“Then you two go with her to buy textbooks.” Cohen quickly slipped to the door, preparing to crawl out of the tavern through the gap behind Dumbledore. “I just remembered my dad asked me to prepare for the family trip in August—”

“You can’t leave, Cohen!” Ariana grabbed Cohen. “You said you’d take me to the joke shop you owned when I first went to Diagon Alley.”

“And there’s the matter of giving her a 50% discount on all her expenses.” Aberforth had already put down his glass, removed the old cloth hanging in front of him, and reminded Cohen, “Your unicorns drank all the wine I’ve had here for over seventy years, a total of seven hundred and three bottles.”

"They drank that much?!" Cohen's eyes widened. "Alyssa told me they only drank one barrel—"

“Yes, a barrel,” Aberforth said calmly. “They deliberately poured all the wine into the barrel.”
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Finally, Cohen had no choice but to accompany the two old men and Ariana to Diagon Alley to buy things.

Most of the time, Cohen watched as the two old men, who were over two hundred years old combined, bickered over things like "whether to buy a gold crucible or a bronze crucible."

At this time, Ariana would drag Cohen to the next place, leaving the two brothers arguing on the street.

Because Cohen said that the two of them were actually full of "happiness" when they were bickering.

"Should I go buy textbooks next?" Ariana asked Cohen, looking at the shopping list. "Standard Spells, Beginner's Guide, History of Magic, Transfiguration for Beginners... Is this book, Who Let This Dementor into Hogwarts (Books 1-7), really a textbook?"

“Doesn’t it seem like it?” Cohen asked. “How about I change it to ‘Dementors Postpartum Care’? Wouldn’t that be more like it…?”

“You don’t seem like it at all!” Ariana said. “You’re not the professor for this course, are you?”

“Don’t ask that question in such a dramatic tone, it’s not my idea either.” Cohen pointed and said, “The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position at Hogwarts is the least prestigious position, anyone can do it—I wouldn’t have taken it if the previous minister hadn’t been refusing to leave.”

"So what will this course cover?" Ariana asked. "Postpartum care for Dementors?"

“I take back the title I mentioned earlier; hearing those words put together makes me a little uncomfortable,” Cohen said with a strange expression. “This course teaches people how to play video games.”

“That sounds interesting.” Ariana raised her eyebrows.

They entered Flourish and Blotts, where Ariana browsed through her books, while Cohen discussed with the store manager about a reader's complaint that her book had a negative influence.

After buying the books, Cohen helped Ariana push the cart out of the bookstore, and Dumbledore and Aberforth finally decided to buy one gold crucible and one bronze crucible.

"Thank you, Cohen."

Seeing her two older brothers walking side by side ahead, Ariana whispered to Cohen as she took the stroller from him.

“The money came from your two older brothers,” Cohen said, shrugging. “They’re over a hundred years old and very wealthy.”

“If it weren’t for you, they might never have been able to speak to each other in their entire lives,” Ariana said with a smile. “Thank you for bringing me back.”

Then, she gave Cohen a hug in the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)