Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 504 The world is just a giant makeshift operation
Life in Grimmauld Place was alright, the only downside being that Cohen still couldn't go out to catch Death Eaters or fight Voldemort.

Even though he was very strong, Edward, Rose, and the Order of the Phoenix insisted on not letting Cohen go out to work.

"You're still too young, darling."

Whenever Cohen had this idea, Mrs. Weasley would advise him in this way.

“We have Dumbledore and a bunch of Aurors, your job now is to study hard—do you like beef pies? I thought I could give you a change, Ron really likes them—oh, maybe Fred, Ron seems to have complained about corned beef…”

Edward continued his usual routine of leaving early and returning late. Since Rose had also moved to Grimmauld Place, he would come back there for dinner every night, bringing back a lot of new information or interesting things.

By the end of June, Hogwarts was on holiday, and all the Weasley children came over, instantly filling the once empty house to capacity.

Sirius was very happy about this. ("That way it won't be haunted anymore." Even though there were no ghosts here at all.)
“Harry won’t be able to come until after his birthday,” Ron said. “But Harry said Mr. Norton wrote to him, guaranteeing that his quality of life at his uncle’s house would be ‘greatly improved,’ though we don’t know exactly what Mr. Norton did.”

“I bet it’s an aphrodisiac,” Fred said with a grin.

“Feed the entire Dursley family? Then Harry will turn into…” Cohen said in awe.

“Or maybe they gave them a lot of gold,” George said. “Dad said the Ministry raised salaries, and I don’t know if they’re trying to lure us into working at the Ministry of Magic—but we’re actually thinking about how to tell Mom about the plans to open a shop. Mrs. Pisgood is too busy with that, and she has to take care of the kids, so sometimes we have to close the shop for a few days.”

“And Hermione, Hermione will be here in a few days,” Ron said. “Then we’ll wait for the results to come out… I already know her grades, they’re definitely twelve Os.”

“Then she’ll become the second Percy,” George said sadly.

“But Percy’s relationship with your parents should have improved by now. I saw him come home for dinner the other day,” Cohen said.

“I think he would actually prefer to call Mr. Norton ‘Papa’ if he could,” Fred said. “But at least he didn’t change his last name, which means he’s still a Weasley.”

“It’s not that bad,” Cohen said with a long face.

On the night of the 29th, when they had a holiday, Edward and Mr. Weasley, who usually returned home around 5 or 6 o'clock, didn't get home until 9 o'clock.

"Haven't you eaten?" Edward asked in surprise as he entered the room, looking at the large group of children waiting at the dining table.

“Don’t worry, Molly won’t allow them to skip meals, Edward.” Mr. Weasley hung his coat on the wall.

“You should be glad Mom went to see Grandma.” Cohen glanced at the old grandfather clock in the living room, then turned to Edward from behind his chair and said, “Guess what time it is?”

“Your mother won’t blame me,” Edward said confidently, then sat down in the empty seat next to Cohen. “I have a legitimate reason tonight.”

“There is certainly a valid reason,” Mr. Weasley chimed in, then burst into laughter as if he couldn’t help it.

"What just cause?" Mrs. Weasley rushed out of the kitchen, gave him a hug, kissed him twice on the cheek, and then asked very sternly.

“I’m meeting the Muggle Prime Minister tonight. I’ve been preparing for days,” Edward said. “Be careful he doesn’t have a bunch of automatic weapons on him—or have a bald guard suddenly barge in and point a special gun at my head…” “That’s the Soviet Union, not Britain,” Cohen said. “You’ve watched too many Soviet spy movies. No, the Soviet Union has collapsed—and you’re not afraid of guns.”

"What if they develop some new technology to counter wizards?" Edward raised an eyebrow. "Like bullets that can penetrate armor spells, or they conduct human experiments to create mutants who are more magical than magic itself—"

“This isn’t X-Men…” Cohen said, covering his face. “You’re not going to be talking about comics with the Prime Minister, are you?”

“No, how could that be? I’m being very serious.” Edward straightened his expression and said, “You didn’t see it. I had that prime minister completely under my control—he still thought I had an army that could easily invade people’s minds or be impervious to bullets and cannons…”

"Is it because of the Mystic?" Fred asked impatiently. "Are the Death Eaters causing trouble all over the Muggle world?"

“Yes, so Muggles have to be extra careful, especially their leaders,” Edward said. “However, with a group of Dementors who don’t harm Muggles helping to capture people, the Death Eaters are no longer able to cause as much destruction as they want and only dare to operate outside the Dementors’ surveillance area.”

"Where are the Death Eaters active now?" George asked curiously.

"exist--"

“George!—or Fred!” Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen carrying a stack of beef pies and said sternly to the twins, “You don’t want to go looking for them, do you?”

“No, Mom, we’re just watching the news!” George said. “And we’re all adults!”

“Molly, they are indeed adults now…” Mr. Weasley took the tray, “but children, I still suggest you stay quietly at home. Let the Aurors handle these dangerous situations.”

“You should all go find jobs!” Mrs. Weasley said. “If your NEWT grades are such a mess…”

Cohen was glad he could peek at the exam answers so he wouldn't have to study so hard—because Edward seemed to be imitating the Weasleys' expectations of their children.

He listened with great interest and leaned his head toward Cohen to whisper something.

"Cohen, have you received your grades yet?" Edward asked, leaning close to Cohen's ear.

“No, what do you want?” Cohen asked warily.

“Take this and show it off to Arnold. I made a bet with him, and he insisted that you would only take three subjects seriously.”

“Then you’ll definitely win, because I took all twelve exams seriously, so I’ll pass all twelve—barring any unforeseen circumstances,” Cohen reassured him. “I suggest you raise the stakes, but he might renege on the bet.”

"That's good. I knew you didn't really just want to be a memory eraser."

Edward breathed a sigh of relief.
"Studying only three subjects is too lazy... Wait, what's with that expression? You're not really planning to become a memory eraser, are you?"

(End of this chapter)