Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 542 Morality? Morality is unnecessary when dealing with enemies.

Dumbledore said nothing, looking at Cohen through his glasses.

"Is it not allowed?" Cohen said disappointedly.

“We can give it a try.” Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, his forehead wrinkles deepening.

"Click - click -"

"When did you get a camera?!" Harry's eyes widened.

“I bought it,” Cohen said, shrugging. “I can’t keep borrowing Colin’s, can I? Now I can take private photos of my rivals everywhere—just imagine, I can sneak into Voldemort’s room and take all sorts of photos of his private life…”

"Ahem." Dumbledore felt that if he didn't stop him, Cohen would drag Harry along to "try to defeat Voldemort on a mental level."

“My daughter, Melop,” Gaunt said reluctantly as Ogden looked at the girl in the grey dress questioningly.

"good morning."

Ogden greeted Melop, but Melop didn't respond. She just glanced at her father in alarm before turning away and fiddling with the pots and pans on the shelf.

“Alright, Mr. Gaunt.”

Ogden said,

“Let’s get straight to the point. Your son Morfin cast a spell on a Muggle late last night.”

"Clang!" Melop accidentally knocked over a jar, scattering shards all over the floor.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at Merop. "What, crawling on the ground like a filthy Muggle to find it? What's your wand for, you useless piece of trash?"

Harry, who had been watching from the sidelines, frowned deeply.

“For the first time, I don’t envy the life of wizarding families…” Harry whispered to Cohen.

Merope nervously pulled her wand from her pocket, trying to use magic to restore the jar and make it float back onto the table, but her magic seemed to go awry because of her panic. The jar returned to its original state, but it flew in the wrong direction.

"Snapped!"

The jar flew backward and smashed into a wall.

"Fix it! You useless big oaf, fix it!" Gunter cursed, while Morfin burst into a maniacal cacophony of laughter. No one helped Melop.

“Mass production madmen,” Cohen clicked his tongue. “Of all the ways to make themselves extinct, they chose the stupidest one.”

"Has the Gaunt family line died out?" Harry asked.

“No, Harry,” Dumbledore said. “The last member of the Gaunt family was Tom Riddle, or Voldemort, in other words.”

“Voldemort?!” Harry looked around at the familiar figures from his memories, then at Cohen and Dumbledore. “So… this Merope really is Voldemort’s mother? I thought what Cohen just said…”

“How could I possibly spread lies?” Cohen said. “Spreading rumors with lies is too low-level—the truth is far more damaging.”

“As I just said, the reason I’m here is—” Ogden said seriously to Gaunt after helping Melop fix the jar.

“I understood it the first time!” Gaunt said angrily. “So what? Morfin casually taught a Muggle a lesson—so what?” “Morfin broke the Wizarding Law,” Ogden said coldly.

"Morfin broke the Wizarding Law," Gaunt said arrogantly, drawing out his accent and mimicking Ogden's voice. "He taught a filthy Muggle a lesson, and now that's illegal?"

“Yes.” Ogden pulled a small roll of parchment from his pocket and unfolded it. “That’s how it is.”

“What is this? His sentence?” Gaunt raised his voice.

"Summon him to the Ministry of Magic for questioning—"

"Summon him! Summon him? Who do you think you are, daring to summon my son?" Gaunt said angrily.

Mofen laughed strangely from the side.

There were hardly any mentally sound or normally behaving people in the whole family—Cohen felt that if it were him, these people probably wouldn't last five minutes.

Of course, he would use more harmless methods of elimination, such as Avada Kedavra or simply turning around and killing them. Cohen didn't want to touch those disgusting souls.

“I am the captain of the Magic Law Enforcement Team,” Ogden said very formally.

“You think we’re some kind of lowlifes?” Gaunt shrieked, rushing up to Ogden and poking his chest with his yellowed, filthy fingers. “We’re just going to run off to the Ministry of Magic whenever they call? Do you know who you’re talking to, you filthy little Mudblood, huh?”

“There are idiots like that among Muggles too.” Cohen narrowed his eyes. “Arrogant old geezers.”

“That old man Chuck from Privet Drive,” Harry recalled, “the one who liked to talk about how he used to be in the Navy, and who once hit Dali with his car, refused to admit his mistake, and even got into a fight with the police?”

“But he’s not as disgusting as Gaunt,” Cohen said, raising an eyebrow. “And since he hit Dali, you seemed quite happy while Dali was in the hospital.”

"The world ultimately belongs to the wise new generation." Dumbledore stroked his beard. "In other words, the world belongs to you, not to these crazy old men—and I believe you can make it a better place."

Gaunt showed off their two remaining treasures to Ogden: the Slytherin locket and the large black ring engraved with the Peverell emblem.

They flaunted their purebred lineage over and over again, as if purebred lineage was far more important than a normal brain and a brand-new house.

"Ha, you guys must have cleaned that Muggle's filthy face for him? I knew you were a Muggle-loving idiot the moment I saw you." Gaunt sneered after showing off, spitting on the ground in front of Ogden.

"Click——"

Cohen took a few more photos of Gunter.

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

"#Voldemort's grandfather was actually a spitting beggar#, magic must be used to defeat magic, Harry." Cohen said, searching for the right angle. "I'm starting to think being a reporter is quite interesting—just imagining Voldemort's expression after seeing these photos, tsk tsk tsk..."

“He’ll be furious,” Harry said worriedly. “But if that happens, won’t Voldemort really slaughter everyone connected to the Daily Prophet?”

"Of course I've considered that."

Cohen said confidently, with his head held high.
"So I plan to have the Dementors help me distribute these photos and edit Voldemort's articles, and then put my name as the author on them—let Voldemort and the Dementors have their way with each other."

A soft, almost imperceptible laugh escaped from beneath Dumbledore's beard.

(End of this chapter)