Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 586 Stop, Cohen, Edward is everywhere outside.

"Except your weapons!"

Fenrir Greyback's poor brain was still blank because of Cohen's presence, but when he discovered Edward had fallen into their hands, a not-so-bright idea popped into his head.

Edward's wand flew to the side, and Greyback immediately picked it up.

"His father is in our hands!" Greyback exclaimed excitedly. "That brat won't dare lay a hand on him—kill Dumbledore, Dracula—"

“No—I didn’t expect this—” Draco looked at Cohen in horror, as if trying to explain that Edward’s appearance was not part of his plan, and that he was not the one who ordered Greyback to attack Edward.

“Cohen?” Edward spotted Cohen next to Dumbledore.

“Shut up.” Greyback poked Edward’s back with his two wands. “Minister…you don’t want your son to see two holes in your clean neck, do you?”

“Those are vampires, not werewolves—” Edward had barely finished retorting when Greyback’s hand gripped his neck.

“Take your hands off his neck,” Cohen said calmly.

“Oh, you think you can outrun the six of us?” Greyback threatened skillfully, a job he’d done many times before. “Little Dementor—your father’s in our hands now, you’d better not get in our way…”

As he spoke, he revealed a set of bright yellow teeth, and Edward turned his head away in disgust.

"I don't want to do it again."

Cohen didn't want to be a lowly Dementor.

"Draco, do it now!" Greyback roared, tightening his grip on Edward's neck. "You! Kid, if you dare get in our way, I'll—"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light grazed Edward's shoulder and struck Graybury precisely in the head.

His expression froze in that one ferocious moment, then he collapsed limply to the ground.

"Try pointing your wands at him again?" Cohen looked coldly at the remaining Death Eaters.

“Cohen…” Dumbledore looked at Cohen with a complicated expression, but Cohen ignored him.

The other Death Eaters immediately withdrew their wands from Edward, fearing that Cohen might throw another killing curse at them.

This was a battle with absolutely no threatening tactics, and they didn't want to make the same choice as that crazy werewolf who only had one thought in his head.

Nobody wanted to gamble their lives on whether Cohen would dare to cast another death curse on one of them.

Especially after witnessing firsthand how Cohen could still be alive and kicking despite being hit by Voldemort's Death Curse, all they really wanted to do when Cohen appeared was to run away.

Unless Voldemort is there to pressure them.

Edward looked at the Death Eaters who had suddenly stopped, slowly bent down, took his wand from Greyback's hand, wiped it on the hem of his robe, and then slowly straightened up.

“So…” Edward asked, “are you planning to come with me to Azkaban now, or wait until my son has done that to you, and then bury you in Azkaban?”

“Draco, you said everything would be foolproof tonight…” Amycus Caro growled at Draco, questioning why Cohen was there.

"I..." Draco shrank back to his parents.

“He’s right,” Cohen said. “Your plan will succeed tonight.”

"What?" Edward immediately looked at Cohen, hardly believing his ears.

The Death Eaters also looked at Cohen with disbelief.

Then Cohen turned to Dumbledore and raised his wand.

“Cohen, no—” Edward tried to stop him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light sent Dumbledore flying into the air, where he plummeted from the tower like a tattered doll.

Then Cohen turned back, but tried to look away from Edward's expression.

“Alright, your task is complete. Now the choice is before you,” Cohen said to Malfoy. “It’s time to choose sides.”

Without a second's hesitation, Malfoy immediately pulled his parents toward Cohen.

Lucius and Narcissa were still in a daze and didn't resist at all, but the Carlo siblings were different.

“You dare betray the Dark Lord—” Amicus glared at his already prominent eyes.

“Tell him I’ve had enough,” Draco said, his face flushed. “I’ve had enough of him—I’m not doing anything for him anymore—”

"Draco!" Lucius exclaimed in horror.

“Father, we have a better place to go—” Malfoy said, head bowed, “safer than there…”

"Avada!"

"They've collapsed to the ground." Cohen cast two stun spells on the Carlo siblings.

A Death Eater must survive to tell Voldemort that Cohen betrayed him and that Dumbledore was killed by Cohen.

As for Edward...

Cohen glanced at Edward with some trepidation, only to meet Edward's eyes, which were fixed on him.

"Cohen, listen to me, don't..."

Edward was about to say something, but Cohen had already transformed into a Dementor, opened the box and stuffed the Malfoy family inside, then flew off the top of the tower and disappeared into the night.
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Cohen had originally planned to slip away smoothly and then begin the next phase of his plan—searching everywhere for Helbo's Horcruxes.

But the plan failed from the very beginning; he didn't manage to slip away smoothly at all.

Just as Cohen flew over the Forbidden Forest, a living person fell heavily from above him and caught him in their arms—

Cohen had never encountered such a situation before, so he lost his balance and fell. Fortunately, he floated up again midway, preventing the person on him from crashing heavily to the ground with him.

They fell into a thick layer of dead leaves, and thanks to Cohen's slowing effect, they suffered no "damage" other than getting dirty.

"Who is it?!" Cohen got up angrily.

"Go after your dad!" Edward scrambled to his feet, clutching his back. "Ouch... I think I've pulled a muscle in my back—"

"Who told you to Apparate above me and knock me down!" Cohen said. "If I hadn't slowed down, you would have been dead—"

“Then you’re the one your mother should hold accountable,” Edward said irritably. “Because back then I was just a corpse—come with me.”

As he spoke, Edward grabbed Cohen's arm.

“Where to?” Cohen pulled his hand back. “I’m not going to jail—I have things to do.”

"You have other things to do, why do you have to kill Dumbledore?" Edward said sternly.

“In short, I’m not going with you,” Cohen said sternly. “And I don’t want to use any spells on you, so just let me go.”

“What if I don’t let go?” Edward said. “Then I will—” Cohen said hard.

“What will you use on me?” Edward stared into Cohen’s eyes.

“I’ll knock you out and then run away,” Cohen said lifelessly.

“Don’t be silly, I never intended to lock you up.” Edward took a deep breath. “Forget about Dumbledore for now, come home with me. Apart from me and those two unconscious Death Eaters, no one saw you lay a hand on him—I’ll tell everyone that Dumbledore fell down on his own.”

“Others saw it,” Cohen said.

"Aren't the Malfoys in your trunk?"

"No, it's Harry. Harry is at the top of the tower, covered by the Invisibility Cloak. I removed the binding spell from him before I left."

"?"

Edward looked at Cohen with utter bewilderment, then touched Cohen's forehead.

What did Dumbledore do to you?

“He didn’t do anything to me.” Cohen shook off Edward’s outstretched hand. “Stop asking. Just treat me as the villain who killed the greatest wizard of our time, and put me on the wanted list…”

"..."

"Okay, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Cohen looked away and turned to leave.

“Stop,” Edward said.

Cohen didn't stop; he planned to transform into a Dementor and fly away.

“Cohen Norton, I told you to stop right there!” Edward’s voice was tinged with anger.

Cohen paused and stopped in his tracks.

“Turn around,” Edward said. “Then look at me, and don’t look away.”

Cohen sighed and slowly turned around.

"Do you even consider me your father?" Edward's eyes were a little red, but his voice still carried a hint of anger.

“Of course.” Cohen still avoided his gaze.

“Then listen to me and come home with me,” Edward said. “I don’t care why you killed Dumbledore, and your mother won’t care either.”

"You still have to be your—"

"To hell with the Minister of Magic!" Edward roared. "I'll fight anyone who makes it impossible for me to see my son!"

“This is hard to explain to you…” Cohen said.

“Then figure out an explanation,” Edward said gruffly. “Either explain it clearly, or come home with me.”

"..."

"..."

Cohen looked up and met Edward's eyes. He had never seen Edward cry before—not even in first grade.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time.

For some reason, Cohen couldn't help but laugh.

As if in a chain reaction, Edward laughed out loud when he saw Cohen laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Cohen asked, half his face smiling and the other half looking sullen.

"Then what are you laughing at?" Edward asked, his eyes still a little moist, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“I’ve never seen you cry before,” Cohen said.

“That's because I never cried in front of your mother, at least not after we got married.” Edward pursed his lips. “When you were in your first year, I heard you died, and I went to the Hogwarts bathroom to cry—”

"What kind of man in his thirties is still crying?"

“You’ve never been thirty,” Edward said. “You’re my only son.”

“My patience is definitely much greater than yours,” Cohen retorted.

"really?"

Edward's lips curled into a smile as he stared at Cohen's face.

"Then why did you cry too?"

Upon hearing Edward's words, Cohen paused for a moment, then touched his face.

It was somewhat damp and salty, but definitely not a liquid curse.

"So you're leaving for a while, right?" Edward asked. "Will you be back for Christmas next year?"

“It might be a little late, but I’ll definitely be back before my birthday next year.” Cohen calculated the time. “But you still have to send me your Christmas present. I’ll have the Earl come to find you.”

“Dream on, you’re not getting a present this Christmas,” Edward said. “At most, I’ll ask the Prime Minister for a bomb.”

“Bombs will do,” Cohen laughed. “And remember to put me on the wanted list.”

"Do we really have to do this?" Edward asked.

“It has to be done,” Cohen said.

“Fine…” Edward lowered his eyelids, “Your mother will definitely strangle me…”

“You say that every time,” Cohen said, pursing his lips. “Mom would never have the heart to pinch you.”

“Losing you again? Hard to say.” Edward shook his head. “Last time I left you at the zoo, your mother punished me by making me copy ‘How to Be a Good Father’ over a thousand times, and I wasn’t allowed to use magic.”

“Then tell Mom as well,” Cohen sighed. “But don’t tell anyone else, not anyone at all, especially Harry.”

"To be honest, you 'didn't tell me anything'?" Edward grinned crookedly. "Don't worry, I've gotten quite the experience making up lies for you over the years... But this time I won't lie to her, she'll understand—except for Harry, whom I can't fool, since you really are..."

“You don’t need to, and you can’t, fool Harry,” Cohen said. “Voldemort can see what he sees, so you have to make him think I’ve betrayed him, and you have to act like you’ve distanced yourself from me—”

“That will be difficult.” Edward’s expression furrowed.

“It’s difficult, but it has to be done. You insisted that I explain it to you clearly,” Cohen said, spreading his hands. “Besides, I really can’t stand you crying in front of me as a father…”

“I’ll try my best…” Edward shook his head. “Take care of yourself while you’re out there, and give me some updates regularly.”

"Row."

(End of this chapter)