Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 524 It's ignited! The competitive spirit towards someone!

Although Ron didn't quite understand, being able to exchange for a new book was a good thing in itself, especially since the previous book was rather disgusting.

Meanwhile, Slughorn excitedly asked Hermione if she was related to Hector Dagworth Granger, the founder of the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries, only to be soon disappointed—

“I’m Muggle-born, Professor,” Hermione said.

“I see…” Slughorn didn’t show his disappointment on his face, but instead showed a reminiscing expression. “I also taught a very good Muggle-born girl in the seventies, very good, especially in potions—but talking about that would be a waste of class time… Alright, before getting back to the main topic, I have to give Gryffindor a well-deserved 20 points!”

Cohen flipped through Edward's old book, and although there were obvious traces of magic on it, he just couldn't quite grasp it.

Let's start by trying the most basic method...

“The prototype is revealed!” Cohen secretly pulled out his wand and tapped the old textbook.

Wow!
Suddenly, the old books burst into flames, the leaping flames reaching above Cohen's head and almost touching the top of the classroom, startling the students at his table and drawing the attention of Slughorn, who was introducing the last potion of potion.

"Merlin's beard, what's going on?" Slughorn hurried around to see, thinking that the cauldron had leaked—then he touched the flame with his wand, trying to extinguish it immediately, but he soon realized that the flame was not real at all, but more like a prank.

Five seconds later, the flames disappeared, leaving only a dark-faced Cohen, with half of the robe Harry had pulled up in his haste still hanging over Cohen's head.

“There are some mischievous spells from previous students in the old textbooks, Professor,” Cohen said, word by word, pulling off the robe Harry was using to put out the fire.

“Then let’s change to another one. I have several more here—this has never happened before…” Slughorn touched his bald head, looked at the old textbook in front of Cohen, and then at the new textbook in front of Ron, and roughly understood the situation.

Cohen probably kindly swapped his old and new textbooks with his friend so that his friend could use the new ones—which shows that Cohen is a good kid, and a good kid wouldn't deliberately cause trouble in his own class.

To Slughorn's surprise, Cohen refused to change it, as if he was determined to stick to the book.

“Alright, alright, but let’s get back to the lesson…” Slughorn said. “Go on, we were just talking about this pot of Felix Felicis. Miss Granger was right, it brings good luck, but it’s very complicated to make, and if you make a mistake, the consequences can be dire… But if you make it right, like in this cauldron, you’ll find that whatever you do will work—at least until the effects wear off.”

"Then why don't people drink it all the time?" Terry Boot asked quickly.

"Because overdose can cause dizziness, recklessness, and arrogance..."

Slughorn explained.

Cohen admitted that he wanted to take his attention away from the textbook that had embarrassed him in public, but he couldn't.

He now wanted to fly home and confront Edward about what he meant by "having done nothing wrong except sticking the prefect's badge on Arnold's chest." Also, Cohen was now determined to dig out what was hidden in that book.

An inexplicable competitive spirit surged within me!
“Cohen, are you really alright?” Harry asked in a low voice. “You seem a little off—”

“No, I’m very happy,” Cohen said. “I’m sure I can get rid of this damn textbook that hides E.C.N’s unspeakable little secrets from his childhood.”

“This doesn’t sound like ‘happy’ at all…” Harry smirked. “But… who is E.C.N?”

Cohen didn't answer, but Harry suddenly realized something:
"Ooh-ooh—"

“Well, I’ll give this as a prize for this class,” Slughorn said after introducing Felix Felicis. “A small bottle of Felix Felicis can bring you twelve hours of good luck! From dawn till dusk, whatever you do will be blessed with good fortune—but I must remind you that Felix Felicis is prohibited in organized competitions, such as sports competitions, exams, or elections.”

As Slughorn said this, Ron secretly smiled at Cohen, who had used this to impress him when he was running for Gryffindor last year—back then, Ron didn't know that Felix Felicis was actually golden, not colorless, odorless, and with a golden hair floating on top…

But at least the ending was good. He successfully joined the Gryffindor team, and now his performance is becoming more and more stable, unlike at the beginning when he would be so nervous that he would tremble all over as soon as he rode his broom into the arena.

"So, if you want to win this wonderful prize, please turn to page ten of 'Advanced Potion Making.' We have a little over an hour, so use that time to brew a Living Hell Potion. Of course, this potion is more complicated than any you've made before, and I don't expect anyone to brew a perfect one, so the person who makes the best one will win the prize. Begin!" Slughorn said.

Clearly, a potion that makes someone extremely lucky is far more appealing than gaining extra points or avoiding punishment.

The moment Slughorn uttered the word "begin," a cacophony of screeching sounds erupted in the classroom, as almost everyone vied for first place.

“Look at Malfoy—” Harry said to Cohen.

They all knew that Cohen raised golden sheep and was very good at making potions, so their desire for Felix Felicis wasn't as strong anymore.

Cohen looked over and saw Malfoy frantically flipping through his brand-new book, "Advanced Potions Making," like an addict yearning for his lucky day.

“If this stuff were effective, Voldemort would have used it long ago,” Cohen said, raising an eyebrow. “But—”

“Get moving, gentlemen,” Slughorn reminded their table. “You only have a little over an hour, and you’ll need fifteen minutes to catch your breath!”

Cohen had to temporarily abandon his attempt to decipher the book. Originally, Cohen wanted to wipe out all the magic in it at once, but young Edward did it perfectly—the hidden things and the magic protecting them were integrated into one. If Cohen completely "killed" the book, he would never know what was written in it.

(End of this chapter)