Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 574 But Then Again

But when Cohen thought about how a portion of the money would actually go into his own pocket, he abandoned the idea of ​​reform.

Dirty capitalism has invaded my mind...

But so what?

"I think this is absolutely necessary," Cohen said righteously. "It's very dangerous to allow those improper methods of teaching phantom visions to harm ignorant students—"

“You were criticizing it five seconds ago…” Harry said helplessly, then signed his name on the form below.

During today's first Charms class, many students were talking about Apparition.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Cohen suddenly said.

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"I suddenly have a feeling that the conversation is going to get a little off," Hermione said alertly.

“Discussing Apparition during Charms class, from a certain perspective, isn’t that a form of NTR targeting Professor Flitwick?” Cohen said, stroking his chin.

"What is NTR?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“Academically speaking, this is called ‘being forced to have one’s spouse or partner taken by another,’” Cohen said knowledgeably. “It’s a Romanized abbreviation of a Japanese phrase. This country is very experienced in NTR (Netorare) and that’s why they came up with this phrase.”

“I knew you were going to start combining words again,” Hermione said, covering her face.

“Fred and George both passed,” Ron said to Neville beside him. “I don’t think it was too difficult to learn, but Charlie didn’t pass, which is making me a little nervous…”

“How awesome is that—” Simo at the opposite table was also talking about this with Dean, “Once I learn it, I won’t let my cousin have a moment’s peace—it’s all because he deliberately uses this trick to tease me every day…”

Then, in his frenzied swinging of his wand, Seamus turned the Clear Water Spell into a thick jet of water that shot up to the ceiling and bounced back, hitting Professor Flitwick squarely in the face.

Cohen could already imagine what the Earl would say if he saw this scene.
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That evening, in the Gryffindor common room.

"Holy crap—there's diffraction too."

"The count said."

“My goodness—there’s diffraction too!” the Earl’s son, Grassdick, exclaimed.

It has to be said that the Earl and the young Earl seem to have met on a forum.

"This is not what you should be learning!" the count quickly tried to stop him, but it was too late. The young count had an exceptionally good memory, especially when it came to swear words.

However, Cohen didn't have time for impossible tasks—like helping the Earl raise his children.

He and Harry have to go to Dumbledore's class tonight.

It was the familiar movie-watching segment again, but Cohen was more curious about the progress in finding the Horcruxes. Harry hadn't had nightmares for a while, which meant that Voldemort either had given up on making Horcruxes or the new Horcruxes were already complete.

This is also one of the reasons why Voldemort is easier to deal with than Helbo—he has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He won't throw Horcruxes into the sea or bury them in the ground. Instead, he will create a location for the Horcruxes that seems flawless but is actually sure to be found and has special significance to him, such as the dangerous Hogwarts, the Gaunt family house, or the cave where he abused other orphanage children...

"I'm glad to see you've had a fulfilling holiday," Dumbledore said with a smile after seeing Cohen and Harry. "Let's get started. Today's lessons may not be as long as usual, because I'll be giving you an assignment at the end of the lessons."

"Can I drop out of school?" Cohen asked immediately.

“This isn’t homework that requires writing…” Dumbledore said with a helpless close to his eyes.

“But we haven’t learned anything yet, Professor?” Harry said.

“It doesn’t require you to use unfamiliar spells,” Dumbledore said. “Now, let’s recall the story of Tom Riddle, who entered Hogwarts and lined up with the other new students for the Sorting Ceremony, where the Sorting Hat practically touched his head and sorted him into Slytherin.”

“Malfoy was the same way,” Harry whispered to Cohen.

“He must be very happy, there are so many like-minded people there,” Cohen said.

“Perhaps so, but I think most Slytherin students didn’t really consider him a friend, but rather were afraid of him,” Dumbledore said. “He may have tried to intimidate and scare his classmates with Parsley after learning about the founders of Slytherin, so that he could become the head of the house—but none of this reached the teachers, who liked him very much; he was polite, quiet, and thirsty for knowledge.”

"But do you know what he was like at the orphanage?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Didn't you tell them?"

“I won’t say,” Cohen said, pursing his lips. “You’re going to use me as an example again.”

“I want to give Tom a chance,” Dumbledore said. “I suspect he might feel remorse for his past behavior, and perhaps he will repent and be determined to turn over a new leaf.”

"During his years at school, he amassed a group of devoted 'friends' around him. Of course, I say this only because I can't find a better word, because Riddle had no feelings for them. They were a mixed bag: the weak joined them for protection, the ambitious wanted to gain some prestige, and there were also some as cruel as him who were simply drawn to an even more cruel leader."

"And then you just watch a bunch of bad students go around causing trouble," Cohen nodded, "knowing they won't change."

“I must admit that I have always been a coward when it comes to education,” Dumbledore said, his head bowed. “I want my students to grow up safely and healthily, but I dare not do anything drastic to those who are beyond redemption.”

“Otherwise you’ll become a crazy old man who kills children.” Cohen sighed.

There was always a dangerous, extreme madman living inside Dumbledore, but he was always chained up.

After all, the lives of some students are simply insignificant compared to the "greater good."

Kill one Tom Riddle, and Dumbledore will see more Tom Riddles in his eyes.

“Thank you for your understanding,” Dumbledore said. “Back in Riddle’s student days, those who were willing to recall things to me told me that Riddle was unusually obsessed with his origins and tried to find traces of his father, Tom Riddle the Elder. But Hogwarts doesn’t have records of Muggles, and he was disappointed to find that his father was most likely a Muggle, so he abandoned that name and started calling himself Voldemort.”

“And what about his mother…” Harry said.

“He felt that his mother had succumbed to death, which in his eyes was something a wizard could never do,” Dumbledore said. “He loathed his mother, but at the same time wanted to investigate this ‘Slytherin descendant’ who gave him Parsleyan, and he wanted to obtain a respected and awe-inspiring identity.”

(End of this chapter)