Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 546 Old Deng's Perverted Stalking

Cohen stood still, staring intently at the withered old man.

The old man continued walking forward with the group, getting closer and closer to Cohen—at this moment, Cohen realized that the man's previously blurry pupils were actually staring at him the whole time.

"Cohen? What did you see?" Ron stopped with Cohen, wrapped his coat around himself, looked at Cohen, and then looked at the place Cohen had been staring at.

But Ron didn't see anything strange.

The old man drew closer and closer, and just as Cohen was about to draw his wand—he suddenly vanished as if blown away by the wind.

"Are those little ones saying bad things?" Ron asked Cohen, pointing to the second-year students at the back of the line.

"No, it's nothing."

Cohen said.

The Auror at the very end of the line waved to them, signaling them not to fall behind.

Cohen and Ron returned to the group where Harry and his friends were. Harry was still arguing with Hermione about whether they should believe what was in an old book, but Cohen was now preoccupied with what the dark figure they had just seen was.

Logically speaking, one shouldn't be seeing hallucinations—how could a Dementor be hallucinating?

The old man was a real entity, but Ron couldn't see him at all—which also largely ruled out that it was an illusion created by some kind of magic.

The old man in the black robe followed the crowd without saying a word...

He looks exactly like the Grim Reaper from the legends, but who will die on this road?

Cohen has always been ambivalent about whether the Grim Reaper truly exists in this world; if he does, it has nothing to do with him, and if he doesn't, it doesn't affect him at all.

It's like a natural law that was originally governed by artificial intelligence, but now it's suddenly discovered that the artificial intelligence controlling this natural law is actually mainly "artificial" rather than "intelligent"...

When they arrived at Hogsmeade Village, it was as if the world had changed drastically. There were several Dementors floating around, but there was no fog. Cohen thought it was because they didn't need to enter predatory mode, since each of them could now get a happy brainfish to suck on.

“Cohen, didn’t you say you were looking for Dementors?” Harry nudged Cohen and pointed to a Dementor lingering near the grape trellis, reminding him, “There’s one over there—”

"Shh, shh, shh," Cohen stopped Harry, lowering his voice, "I'll sneak out and look for it myself later."

They had an Auror following behind them, and Cohen didn't want Edward to find out that he had asked the Dementors for Death Eaters.

Harry and Ron wanted to go to the Zoko joke shop first, because Ron said that Fred and his team seemed to have reached a cooperation agreement with Zoko, and now they could buy a lot of joke products made by Fred and George there.

“Maybe you can ask them for some,” Harry said.

"Forget it, it's good enough that they didn't raise the price for me," Ron said angrily. "I don't feel any family affection from them!"

Next, they went to Honeydukes candy store, where Hermione wanted to buy a few sugar quill pens, which surprised Cohen.

“I thought you’d never eat anything too sweet in your life,” Cohen said, raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe I'm just going through a rebellious phase," Hermione said nonchalantly. "Did you notice my teeth?"

“Your front teeth—!” Ron suddenly widened his eyes.

Hermione's original front teeth have now shrunk to a normal size—this probably happened during the summer vacation, because Cohen remembers that she wasn't like this last semester.

"Shortened with magic?" Cohen asked. "I bet your parents weren't too happy." "I did it near the end of last semester, and when I got home I told my mom and dad, and they weren't really happy," Hermione said with a giggle. "But I got used to it quickly, because my dad found out that braces don't always work—anyway, now I can try all the candies I haven't tried before!"

As Hermione went to pick out a sugar quill pen and honey candy, Cohen nudged Ron.

Hermione was clearly waiting for Ron to come over and choose with her, but Ron stood motionless between Harry and Korn.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked, puzzled.

“Go help her pick out candy,” Cohen whispered. “You’re not just going to stand by and watch, are you? And remember, don’t pick anything with cockroaches or anything like that.”

"Oh—oh!" Ron immediately understood and went to pick out candy with Hermione.

“Sigh, Ron.” Harry shook his head knowingly.

"Are you some kind of Casanova?" Cohen saw through Harry's act. "Aren't you going to bring something for the little basilisk?"

“Huh? I didn’t really—I mean…” Harry said慌张地, “Snakes don’t eat candy…”

“Who says that? She’ll definitely accept it if you give it to her,” Cohen tempted. “Pick some; she’s been cooped up at home for a long time.”

It's clear that Harry actually still enjoyed the time he spent with the basilisk in human form, but he felt a bit uncomfortable because of their race.

As the messenger of happiness, Cohen naturally had to make sure the little snake monster was sent away to prevent her from continuing to cause trouble at home.

Normal snakes wouldn't dare approach the little snake monster; they couldn't just leave her alone in the box to die of old age—even Hisoko has gotten together with the water snake's tail.

Cohen felt that Harry was a better choice than just randomly picking a basilisk to be with.

"Do you think she'd eat jackfruit?" Harry asked.

"Sounds like something Slughorn likes," Cohen said. "Something harder, she likes to bite hard things—by the way, didn't you guys miss the Slug Club again?"

“I’ve scheduled Quidditch practice for the weekend,” Harry said. “I wish someone would murder me there too—that way I’d have a perfectly legitimate reason not to go, just like you do.”

“You might actually die if you get murdered,” Cohen said, waving his finger. “And there won’t be any more murders targeting us. I’ve already psychologically defeated the killer.”

"Because even stabbing you in the back of the head didn't kill you?" Harry asked curiously.

Cohen shook his head, feigning mystery, and kept his mouth shut.

“Fine, don’t tell me then,” Harry said listlessly.

"You'll understand later—..."

Cohen saw another figure outside the window, the same old man who looked like the Grim Reaper.

The glass that was originally so blurry that you couldn't see out the window was now unusually clear. Cohen could even see the wrinkles on the old face and the shining eyes that were different from the age of the face.

Nobody ever said that "Death" is like a relentless, perverted stalker.

"Kids, you're here!" a loud voice called out from behind them. "You like jackfruit too? Good taste—"

Slughorn stood behind them, wearing an enormous fur hat and a fur coat, as if afraid of getting even a little cold.

(End of this chapter)