Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 540 Shall we make a deal? (Devilish voice)
Considering that Snape did indeed earn points for Gryffindor, Cohen, who was extremely committed to keeping his promises, decided to ambush Malfoy one more time.

It was the same break time again, and the same restroom again.

"What, what are you going to do—" Malfoy said in terror after Cohen forcibly dragged him in, "Crawb and Goyle know where I am—you can't—"

“What can’t I do?” Cohen threw him into a toilet stall. “You’re allowed to murder me, but I’m not allowed to murder you?”

"I didn't!" Malfoy gasped, collapsing onto a toilet. "I didn't... I didn't murder you... it was—"

“What if I were to murder you?” Cohen said casually, “just like I killed Mulce and Travers in the Ministry of Magic—I don’t need a reason, you see…”

Cohen pulled open Malfoy's left sleeve.

Malfoy had a black skull branded on his left arm, with a snake emerging from the skull's mouth.

“Give me a reason why you don’t just hand this newly emerged Death Eater over to the Dementors?” Cohen said with a grin. “Oh, and we’ll add another charge: attempted murder of the Minister of Magic’s son.”

Malfoy shrank back in fear.

“I…I didn’t want to…” Malfoy said, trembling, “He forced me—if I didn’t—”

"If he doesn't kill us, he'll kill your whole family?" Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Well, you're very smart. You chose the hardest one to kill—you'd have a better chance of ambushing Dumbledore with a knife than ambushing me."

"..." Malfoy would occasionally glance at Cohen, but would quickly look away again.

“I thought your family would figure out which side they should be on sooner.” Cohen leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “If you’ve chosen the wrong side, you should be punished for it.”

"So...you're going to kill me?" Malfoy asked, his breath coming in short gasps.

“We’ll see,” Cohen said. “Not today, at least not today, considering your dad’s brief alliance with me before—oh, and that house-elf, he’s a great cook.”

Next, Cohen approached Malfoy.

“But I don’t want your plans to stop,” Cohen said, looking Malfoy into the eyes. “Want to make a deal?”

"What—what deal?"

“You continue with your little murder plan, and don’t keep any secrets from me. In exchange, I’ll guarantee they’ll be safe until Voldemort is completely dead,” Cohen said. “Doesn’t that sound pretty good?”

"But if the plan succeeds, wouldn't you—"

"Did the Earl eat your brain?" Cohen said. "You have three targets to target. I want you to murder Dumbledore. Once you kill Dumbledore, the Malfoys will no longer be hostages—I'll provide you with some small assistance along the way."

“But you… the Dark Lord said you joined Dumbledore’s side…” Malfoy swallowed hard, “and how did you know the Dark Lord’s target…”

"I know everything."

Cohen said,
"Besides, how does this conflict with my plan to murder Dumbledore? I can do whatever I want."

"Make your choice, little weasel. Trust me, you can't kill either me or Harry. You only have Dumbledore left as your target."

"Why Potter too—"

“Say ‘yes’ or ‘no’,” Cohen said. “We have to go to Potions class soon.”

“Okay, fine…” Cohen gave Malfoy a choice, a malicious choice, a trap.

If Malfoy could actually bring himself to kill Dumbledore, then Malfoy would die.

If Malfoy couldn't bring himself to kill Dumbledore, Malfoy would live.

But regardless of whether Malfoy targets Dumbledore or not, Cohen will always strike at Dumbledore first at crucial moments—opportunities to murder Dumbledore face to face are rare.

Besides, Cohen isn't a devil, so he doesn't need to keep his word when making deals.

The Earl had moved his nest here from Cohen's box because he was worried that the students would steal the owl eggs (but in reality, nobody cared whose eggs the Earl actually had).

After Potions class, Cohen returned to the lounge, climbed into the box, and told the Earl what he was going to tell Edward later, so that the Earl could send a message over.

"When did 'devil' become a compliment?" the count said, nestled on the egg. "I've noticed you always seem so enthusiastic at times like this, you naturally wicked little thing—"

“Because it’s really fun to show off,” Cohen said. “Leave your balls here; you still have to deliver a message to my dad later.”

“What? I won’t give him S—oh, just a message, then you say it…” the count said, very reluctant to leave his egg.

“Is it really necessary? I’m not going to switch your eggs,” Cohen said. “I despise child thieves. Let your ‘Countess’ incubate the eggs for a while—you need to tell Edward about my plan to murder Dumbledore with Malfoy.”

"?" The count tilted his head and made a muffled sound that was hard to understand. "Are you sure this will make your father feel better?"

“Just say that Dumbledore made me murder himself,” Cohen said. “It’s probably better to find out that your son is a latent murderer than to find out that your son is a victim.”

"What's better about it!"

The count glared at him and then stuck his head under his buttocks, saying:
“Young Earl, you can’t listen to this little Dementor’s nonsense. If you become a bird killer, Daddy will pluck all your feathers out of your mouth…”
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Soon, it was time for Dumbledore's second private lesson.

On Saturday night, Cohen and Harry arrived at the headmaster's office door again. The stone beast now jumped away whenever it saw Cohen, giving him no chance to speak.

“I thought you enjoyed talking to me,” Cohen said dejectedly to the stone beast.

But the stone beast pursed its lips tightly and turned its head away, trying its best not to look at Cohen.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Please come in."

As usual, after Dumbledore said "Come in," they entered the headmaster's office and found that the Pensieve, which should have been in the cabinet, had already been taken out by Dumbledore.

“Cohen, Harry, welcome. Let’s get started on the next lesson,” said Dumbledore. “Today, we’re going to accompany Bob Ogden to a place he’s been on a mission.”

"What are we going to do?" Harry asked.

“I guess this has nothing to do with me,” Cohen said. “It’s Voldemort’s—”

"More or less," said Dumbledore.

(End of this chapter)