Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 553 Horcruxes and Slaughter
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The next morning, Cohen, having no classes, planned to bury himself in the box and study the recovery potion he was making for Neville's parents.

But because of the sudden appearance of the Grim Reaper yesterday, Cohen forgot to ask the Dementors for prisoners to serve as test subjects.

"So I'm really sorry, little lamb."

Cohen caught a goat in the sheepfold, intending to use it to test exactly how diluted the hydra venom needed to be to prevent it from driving a mammal insane.

But strangely, when Cohen entered the cabin, lit the fireplace, and took off his coat, he suddenly discovered that the front of his coat was stained with a lot of black stains.

It looked like it was soaked in some kind of black blood—but there were no wounds on my body, and even if it was my own blood, those liquid curses wouldn't leave any residue on my clothes. Either the clothes would be burned through, or the liquid curses would evaporate completely. In any case, it would be impossible for them to leave any trace on my clothes.

The sheep was left trembling in the corner.

Similarly, the sheep had no wounds, so the blood couldn't have come from the sheep.

Confuse……

What puzzled Cohen even more was that Sissoko hadn't come looking for him since he'd been inside for so long.

In the past, I was immediately entangled as soon as I entered.

Not only Sissoko, but also the little snake monster, the chimera beast, and the old water snake are missing.

Out of concern, Cohen decided to look for them—this was not difficult for Cohen; he could see the soul strength label in his empty castle as soon as he stepped outside.

Upon arriving at the castle gate, Cohen waved his wand, and the gate slowly opened, revealing a pungent smell of blood—as if a little basilisk had devoured many sheep here but never allowed a chimera to come in and clean up.

There was no sign of any living creature in the lobby, but there was a lot of blood on the floor. Cohen looked up and saw Sissoko's soul strength through the ceiling.

There was only one snake on the second floor.

Cohen hurried up the stairs to the second floor, and what he saw next made him gasp for breath.

There was more than one snake, Sissoko—the reason Cohen could only see one snake was...

Only Sissoko is still alive.

The little snake monster, which used to crawl around everywhere, was now lifelessly twisted into a single shape on the ground, with a bloody wound on the front half of its body that almost severed it.

Sissoko lay beside her body, staring intently at Cohen, who had just arrived.

【what happens?】

As soon as Cohen asked the question, Sissoko flinched as if he had been startled.

"What's wrong?" Cohen sensed something was very wrong and took two steps toward Sissoko. "Sissoko? Who did this? Have you seen the killer?"

Sissoko said nothing, but there seemed to be some kind of fear in his yellow vertical pupils. With each step Cohen took closer, he shrank even more—but he never left the side of the little snake monster's corpse.

Cohen sensed the emotions in the air—fear, sadness, but no anger.

just like……

Cohen is the murderer who killed the little snake monster.

"You...you killed her..." Sissoko's head was already tucked under his coiled body as he spoke in a hoarse, broken, hissing voice, "You...you killed her..."

[There's definitely something wrong here—] Cohen cautiously approached Sissoko—it looked like it was about to break. [I'm sure I didn't kill her—]

Sissoko stared at the front of Cohen's clothes, where the bloodstains were clearly visible.

"I don't know where this came from—what that Grim Reaper said might be true..." Cohen clutched his collar, pulling it out of his sight as he pondered. "Maybe it's a split personality, or maybe there really is an evil god in my head, just like the Silver Keys prayed for..."

"If you're going to kill me... you don't need to lie to me like this..." Sissoko said in a deathly tone.

As if he had finally mustered up his courage, he slid out from his coiled body and slowly crawled toward Cohen.

"I've been deceived too many times in my life... You were right yesterday, I shouldn't have believed you were my son, you were just made from their corpses... You will never be him—never..." Sissoko murmured. "I didn't say that," Cohen said, standing still, "At least not when I was thinking clearly—"

Sissoko had already climbed up to Cohen, raising his head to be level with Cohen's.

Cohen smelled anger.

He had never sensed any anger towards himself from Sissoko—Sissoko was never angry with Cohen.

But Sissoko didn't bite Cohen; he simply lowered his head again.

"Kill me... before I can't help but want to hurt you..." Sissoko said desperately, "Like killing Sofia, like killing the old goat, like killing all your other relatives..."
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"hiss--"

Cohen sat up abruptly in bed.

"You had nightmares too?"

Harry sat pale-faced on his bed, sweat beading on his forehead.

The crescent moon could still be seen hanging in the night sky outside the dormitory window, and the scene from the dream was still flashing through Cohen's mind.

In his dream, he killed all his relatives in the box—leaving only a desperate Sissoko.

The nightmare was so real that Cohen almost thought it was some kind of prophecy he had made.

But this absolutely cannot be a future—Cohen doesn't want this future, and he will absolutely not allow such a future to exist.

After ending his conversation with Death yesterday, Cohen went back to his dorm to sleep—was this dream Death was behind it? Or was it another "thing" in his head causing the trouble?

Cohen didn't wait long; he immediately threw off the covers, rolled over, and got out of bed.

“Cohen? Where are you going—” Harry was startled by Cohen’s sudden action.

But Cohen didn't run out of the lounge; instead, he crawled under the bed and dragged his suitcase out.

"I'll go check the situation..." Cohen said before crawling into the box.

Back in the box, Cohen saw a Chimera sleeping on the grass, the lion's snoring audible from a great distance.

Near the sheepfold, two tall figures were stealthily approaching the sleeping sheep under the moonlight. Sissoko was leading the little basilisk on a "hunt."

If they're alright, it means the other creatures in the box are also fine...

Cohen breathed a sigh of relief and climbed out of the box again.

"What's going on inside?" Harry asked in a low voice after Cohen climbed out.

Ron's snoring was very steady; Harry didn't really need to lower his voice so much.

"It's nothing." Cohen's furrowed brow remained furrowed. "What nightmare did you have?"

“I dreamt that Voldemort killed a lot of people,” Harry said, lying back down on the bed. “And he was always angry—the angrier he got, the more he killed, and the more he killed, the angrier he seemed to get—”

"Do you know why?" Cohen asked.

“I feel like he’s dissatisfied with something,” Harry said. “Very dissatisfied. Something just doesn’t meet his standards. I also saw him holding a wand in one hand and an old pocket watch in the other… This should just be a nightmare, right? But this feeling is so similar to the feeling I had last year when I was connected with Voldemort’s thoughts…”

“Or it really is what Voldemort is doing right now,” Cohen said.

“…” Harry swallowed hard. “Dozens… maybe hundreds… all poor Muggles, like they were hijacked from some train…”

“I think you should talk to Dumbledore about this tomorrow.” Cohen lay back down on the bed.

According to Harry's description, Voldemort seemed to be creating a new Horcrux, but he encountered some setbacks—he killed many people but still failed, and his soul was so shattered that it could not be divided anymore.

(End of this chapter)