Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 529 Does Cohen also need separate lessons...?

In the remaining Potions classes this week, Harry continued to modify the potion-making process according to Snape's book, and each time he managed to brew an excellent potion, which made Harry very comfortable.

After understanding the "drawbacks" of the textbook, Hermione also joined the team to revise the potion-making process. Because it was difficult to read the "Half-Blood Prince's" messy handwriting, she would ask Cohen directly when she encountered problems.

"And then you're going to write it all down?" Cohen realized that Hermione had written down everything he had said in a brand new notebook, as if she were rewriting a textbook.

“It’s used as initial information for CAR to attract new members,” Hermione said, tilting her head back.

"What? Cars?" Ron asked, puzzled. "Weren't you planning to make potions? Why are you selling cars now?"

“Not a car!” Hermione said. “It’s CAR, the Catalytic Alchemy Reformation. Its goal is to promote transparency in potion-making materials and processes, and to combat monopolies in the potion industry. I originally wanted to name it PEW, Potion Equality Watchdog, but Potion-Sniffing Dogs sound a bit too informal…”

“I prefer the second name; it sounds cute,” Harry said, but under Hermione’s stern gaze, he immediately shut his mouth.

“First, we need to develop our membership. You are the first batch. Cohen is the Technical Governor, Harry is the Secretary, and Ron is the Head of Promotion,” Hermione explained in detail while stirring the slime in the cauldron.

"Why am I a promoter! I want to be the vice president!" Ron said angrily.

“Promotion is also very important, Ron, it’s a matter of life and death for our association!” Hermione reminded him.

“Wait, wait, when did we join this car club?” Cohen said. “While the Technical Governor sounds alright, I refuse—”

“This semester’s potions assignment,” Hermione said.

“Deal,” Cohen readily agreed.

“Me too!” Ron’s eyes widened.

“You have to do it yourself, Ron,” Hermione said sternly. “Cohen has mastered everything, and you can’t even handle a pea. It should be ground into a smooth powder—but what you just poured into the pot was a solid, immobile lump.”

At the end of the class, Slughorn once again praised their table's potion-making skills and sent Hermione an invitation as well, because he had discovered from conversations with other professors that Hermione had almost no weak subjects and was ranked first in the entire grade every year.

This perfectly matches the Slug Club's recruitment criteria.

On their way back to the lounge after class, they encountered a student who looked familiar but whom they didn't recognize.

"Professor Dumbledore's letters to Cohen Norton and Harry Potter." The student handed two identical letters to Cohen and Harry, then hurriedly left.

"Has this person never changed his face?" Cohen didn't rush to open the letter. He crossed his arms and stared intently in the direction where the student had disappeared.

“He looked this big back in first grade.” Ron struck the same pose, looking at Cohen as well.

"Doesn't he need to graduate?" Cohen asked suspiciously. "Is he being kept by Dumbledore?"

“Stop guessing, Cohen. Dumbledore wants us to come to his place for lessons this weekend,” Harry said to Cohen after reading the letter. “What do you think he’ll teach us?”

"A class?!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "It must be some really advanced magic!"

"Or a special method to deal with dark wizards?" Ron chimed in.

“It might just be a short story,” Cohen said, opening Dumbledore’s letter. [Dear Cohen,]

If you have time, I hope you and Harry can come to the headmaster's office at 8 p.m. on Saturday. I feel it is necessary for me to give you a private lesson for a while.

Your faithful
Albus Dumbledore

"Thank goodness Snape's detention is on Friday," Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "If I couldn't go because of detention, Dumbledore would definitely think I didn't want to go."

“I don’t really feel like I need to be taught individually,” Cohen said. “Of course, I would be happy to go if he were to teach me something new.”

However, Dumbledore will most likely tell them stories rather than actually teach them any profound magic.

Firstly, Harry can't learn it.

Secondly, even if Harry learned it, he could only deal with Voldemort using the twin wands, not some spell difference—otherwise, Harry would have no chance at all.

But what did Dumbledore mean by pulling him aside to listen? Was anything about him?

However, Cohen doesn't need to wonder for long; he'll find out when he goes there this weekend.

On Friday night, Harry returned from Snape looking very unwell, with bits of animal entrails on his hands.

“Murder him,” Cohen urged.

But Harry, unusually, shook his head.

"What's wrong, bro? Something's not right with you!" Ron asked in surprise. "Snape didn't use the Imperius Curse on you, did he?"

“It would be better if he didn’t, because that way he’d know you’ve discovered the truth about his use of the Unforgivable Curse,” Cohen told Ron.

“No.” Harry leaned back in an armchair in the common room and wiped his hands haphazardly with a towel on the table. “Snape said my father was a conceited bastard.”

“He’s definitely slandering us,” Ron said with certainty. “He also said Neville was a brainless Muggle, but Neville is doing better and better in Charms class now—he’s much more confident since Snape left.”

“So murder him,” Cohen urged.

“But Mr. Norton said something similar; he’d hang those who chased Lily Evans upside down from trees and then show them their underwear,” Harry said. “What kind of person would do something like that?”

“For example…would you do that to Malfoy?” Cohen raised an eyebrow. “If he were pursuing Hermione, and you two happened to know he was obsessed with dark magic…”

“Hermione will hang him up in the tallest tower of Hogwarts before we do, so he can get some fresh air,” Ron said.

“That’s right,” Cohen said. “Everything has to be considered in the context of the situation. You only know that he publicly humiliated Snape, but you don’t know what actually happened. Besides, your father is dead, and what happened before has nothing to do with you. He has no reason to take his anger out on you—and Neville too. He even took his anger out on Neville, who has nothing to do with him. That shows that he has a problem with his character. You don’t need to pity him, just like he wouldn’t pity you at school.”

"I understand," Harry said in a muffled voice.

(End of this chapter)