Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 581 You dare use my tricks against me, Cohen!
Cohen talked with Herbert for a long time at Three Brooms, and both Herbert and Mick were very enthusiastic about sharing their travel experiences.

They talked about everything from Hawaiian sea monsters to Russian Yetis, and Mick would occasionally share his memories with Cohen.

However, because of Mick's presence, their conversation was frequently interrupted by villagers or students who came over to look at the strange Dementors.

Compared to other Dementors, Mick, with his colorful scarves wrapped around his neck, looked quite peculiar.

“It’s getting late, Cohen, you need to go back to school.” Herbert glanced at the tavern clock and said quickly, “Maybe we can travel to other countries together during the next holiday—if Dumbledore can take care of Voldemort…”

"I think so..." Cohen said absentmindedly, "It might be later, maybe next year..."

“That’s up to you.” Herbert stood up and hugged Cohen. “Go back quickly, or you’ll miss lunch.”

"Have you considered traveling to other countries?" Cohen suddenly asked.

"Hmm?" Herbert raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Going out again? I'm exhausted. I definitely need to come back and rest for a while. To be honest, I'd rather help Edward deal with the dark wizard issue, but he won't let me get involved..."

“That’s what he asked Rose to do too,” Cohen shook his head. “I never realized he was so meticulous…”

“He’s always been very meticulous,” Herbert said. “You didn’t see how he would carefully consider every gift he gave Rose when he was in school, making sure there wasn’t a single mistake? After we got married, he probably didn’t go out to work because he wanted to take care of you. He even told me last time that the thing he regrets most in his life is watching you grow up—”

“What if I disappoint him one day?” Cohen suddenly asked.

Herbert paused for a moment, then looked into Cohen's eyes.

Then, he smiled and shook his head.

“I guess Edward will never be disappointed in you, just as I will never be disappointed in you,” Herbert said. “Cohen, do what you think you should do, do what you think is right.”

“What if I did something really bad?” Cohen asked.

“No matter the outcome, you will always be our Cohen,” Herbert said.
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Back at school, Cohen went into the box.

It's unclear whether the three Death Eaters woke up along the way, but when Cohen returned, they were all unconscious on the ground.

The little snake-like creature curiously coiled up beside them, watching them intently.

Cohen dragged one of them into the cabin.

"What? You can't bring yourself to do it?" said the bound Halberd. "If you're not so kind, you should agree to my plan. We can take him down together. I know where my weakness lies—"

“Me? Kindness?” Cohen raised an eyebrow. “You seem to have some misunderstanding about kindness—Avada Kedavra!”

Cohen threw a death curse at the Death Eater he had dragged in.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Halpert said with a forced smile. “Cohen, you wouldn’t—you’ve been gone for so long before coming back to deal with me, you must have other plans…”

“What?” Cohen asked, then gripped the wand like a dagger upside down, pointing it at himself. “I just wanted a peaceful Christmas, and now Christmas is over—Scindere.”

“No!” Helbo exclaimed, his eyes wide. “How dare you—how dare you use my spell against me!”

"Who told you to memorize all the spells you invented?"

Cohen shrugged.

He felt the spell easily sever the bond between himself and the torn-out Helbo, and now all he had to do was find something to use as a Horcrux.

Then, Cohen pulled over a chair, used his wand to guide Helpo's soul, and dragged him into the chair.

Then, Cohen cut his hand and smeared the blood on the chair. This was somewhat risky; Cohen wasn't sure how much the liquid curse he smeared on the chair would corrode it before evaporating.

hiss--

The chair back began to melt like ice as soon as it came into contact with Cohen's blood, leaving behind black, charred marks.

Fortunately, the liquid curse stopped burning when it reached halfway down the chair.

"Seal the remains." Cohen's wand pierced the chair.

Helbo inside let out a piercing scream, but Cohen's hands did not stop moving.

After reciting a series of syllables he had memorized long ago, Cohen completed the final step in creating the Horcrux.

It has to be said that it's a bit of a shame to see this dilapidated chair become my Horcrux, but it will be destroyed soon, so it doesn't really matter.

"Alright!" Cohen dragged the chair outside. "Now this guy can't bother me anymore."

The little basilisk peered out the door, trying to see what the "bad guy" Sissoko was preventing it from getting close was—but when it saw that Cohen had brought out a chair, it was visibly disappointed.

Sissoko and Chimera, who were not far away, also came over.

“The Horcrux is finished.” Cohen kicked the chair. “Now all we need to do is destroy it.”

"I'll come!" the little snake monster hissed excitedly, its mouth agape.

“Cohen, shouldn’t we think about this carefully?” the goat said after a moment’s hesitation.

"Why?" Cohen asked, somewhat puzzled, assuming that the goat had some feelings for Herpo—but the goat's answer quickly dispelled Cohen's guess.

“Destroying your own Horcruxes will cause you immense pain,” the goat said. “Especially newly created Horcruxes… I’m worried…”

“It’s nothing,” Cohen shook his head. “It just hurts a little, Sophia, bite it—”

[Awooo!] The little snake monster let out a cry it had somehow learned, then bit the chair, spraying venom out like it was free.

After the basilisk venom pierced the chair, Cohen immediately felt a soul-crushing pain.

"Hiss—" Cohen's face contorted in pain as he clutched his stomach and crouched down, yelping in agony, "Ouch—"

Upon hearing Cohen's call, the little basilisk quickly pulled its teeth out of the chair, then dazedly crawled to Cohen's side, wondering if it had made a mistake.

Sissoko and Chimera immediately came over, looking worried.

[Son? What's wrong?] Sissoko's head twitched nervously against Cohen's body.

"Ouch—don't push me—" Cohen was in so much pain that he was almost delirious, but he snapped back to reality after being nudged by Sissoko.

The pain was slowly subsiding. Cohen lay on the grass, rubbing his chest and taking a few deep breaths.

“I did,” the goat said, shaking its head, “'Extremely painful'.”

“Now I know what that word means.” Cohen looked up at the destroyed chair Horcrux while lying down, then lay back down. “Looks like Voldemort had a good time before he died…”

(End of this chapter)