Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 591 You really hurt me

Bouchou! It's a Dementor!
Cohen's heart rate suddenly slowed down.

Because he is now located on the border between Scotland and England, below which is Edinburgh—and Edinburgh has many wizards.

Such a large, dark mass of Dementors floated overhead; anyone who wasn't blind or a Muggle could see them at a glance.

This also means that if Edward does indeed put Cohen on the wanted list as Cohen said, a bunch of Aurors will soon be chasing after him.

The kid's here...

[Here…]

[Looking for him...]

[Looking for him...]

……

Hundreds of Dementors surged toward Cohen like a massive black wave.

And Cohen didn’t actually have to wait long for the Aurors—as the Dementors drew closer, Cohen also saw the “little tails” following behind them.

Two people on broomsticks followed at a distance, as if afraid of being swarmed by the Dementors, or afraid of losing them.

"You've really put me through a lot..." Cohen sighed.

Now, even if you don't want to establish a Dementor Empire, it's already considered as if you have.

We'll follow you...

We'll follow you...

……

Under the expectant gaze of a bunch of Dementors in the Hoodhole, Cohen reluctantly opened the box to let them in.

"Remember not to eat the people inside," Cohen added as they burrowed in one by one.

It's unclear whether they heard it or not, but Cohen did hear Malfoy's scream from inside the box.

Because the family feared Voldemort's retaliation, they simply left the body in Cohen's trunk.

That way, Voldemort wouldn't be able to find them even if he dug three feet into the ground—unless Cohen sent them.

After the Dementors had all floated into the box one by one, Cohen closed the box and planned to continue flying southeast.

From a distance, the two Aurors riding brooms stopped in mid-air, looking at Cohen from a great distance, as if they were mentally preparing to get closer.

Immediately afterwards, both of them disappeared into mid-air.

It feels like someone was stalking a Dementor but ran into a corporate slave who didn't want to die.

After regaining his invisibility, Cohen chose to continue flying towards Greece, occasionally appearing in phantom form to save time.

Passing through London, Cohen considered visiting Herbert again, but then he thought that Herbert and Mick were doing quite well now, and it didn't seem necessary to disturb his new life...

Above the French border, the Count opened the chest and slipped under Cohen's cloak.

"Damn it, I saw hundreds of Dementors flying in the sky as soon as I stepped out of the house!" the Earl shouted. "What did you do?! Did you break out of prison?"

“I can’t just watch them wander around homeless,” Cohen said as he floated. “They only came with me because they trusted me—didn’t Little Dick come out with you?”

“I gave birth to a stupid son,” the Earl said angrily, nestled in Cohen’s cloak. “He has absolutely no sense of danger and even said he wanted to get close to those Dementors to see if they had any danger.”

"Hard to say, probably not." Cohen looked down at himself; the Dementor was just a head and two arms, the rest of him a thick, black fog. "Where are we?" the Count asked, peeking out from under Cohen's cloak. "Are we in Greece?"

“This should be France,” Cohen said, glancing down below.

Once you cross France and Italy, and then a strait, you'll reach Greece.

However, this is almost a complete trek across Europe.

But the thought that this long journey wouldn't even be enough to get a comfortable place to eat a good meal as soon as I arrived in Greece...

“A little sad,” Cohen suddenly blurted out.

“A little burning, killing, and looting will make you feel better,” the Earl muttered from inside Cohen’s cloak. “You have an army of Dementors, after all.”

“Then Edward will really fly over and grab me,” Cohen said. “How long do you think it would take to turn Greece upside down—wait—I think I have an idea…”

Cohen looked at his suitcase.

If you're going to start looking for Horcruxes from Greece, you don't actually need to search for them all by yourself.

He has hundreds of Dementors!
You could easily get the Dementors to help you find some kind of "Horde" that doesn't look human but has a human soul, and you wouldn't need to spend too much time teaching them the concept of Horde; you just need to pass on Cohen's memories about Horde to them.

The only problem now is how to get the Dementors to search for things in Greece without being interfered with by the Greek Ministry of Magic.
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Cohen was wrong.

Cohen had considered many possible scenarios of what would happen if he landed in Greece and was discovered by the Greek Ministry of Magic.

For example, he might be arrested by a bunch of Greek Aurors, or he might be relentlessly pursued by a group of bounty hunters who want to claim Cohen's bounty, or he might be targeted by wizards from all over the country...

But that's definitely not the case—

In a wizard's tavern in Athens, Cohen was seated in a comfortable armchair, opposite a chubby little old man with a white beard.

He was surrounded by a group of stern-faced wizards, but none of them were capable of fighting him—because Cohen's soul strength had skyrocketed to 76 points after murdering Dumbledore, and was still rising at a slow pace.

However, none of these were the main points. What puzzled Cohen the most was why, after landing, he was invited to a private room on the second floor of this tavern by several burly men as if he were a deity, and then invited to dinner by the Greek Minister of Magic without any airs.

“Petross von Lundhart,” the little old man said to Cohen in somewhat broken English, a bright smile on his face.

Cohen almost thought he wasn't a wanted criminal anymore.

The old man couldn't possibly be unaware that "Cohen" was a wanted criminal, since Cohen had seen him at Dumbledore's funeral.

“Um… okay, Mr. Minister?” Cohen blinked.

"Oh, just call me Mr. Lundhart." Minister Lundhart waved his hand, his eyes narrowing into slits with his smile.

“Yes, Minister,” Cohen said. “I think you might have made a mistake—”

“How could I be wrong?” said Minister Lundhart. “I had a very pleasant conversation with your father—he’s the most interesting British minister I’ve ever met, far better than his predecessors…”

“emmmm…” Cohen looked around and felt increasingly uneasy.

Is there an ambush?
But actually, I didn't want to kill people indiscriminately today...

“I’m a wanted criminal,” Cohen reminded him, “but I must warn you, I don’t usually break the law—”

“It’s not illegal!” Minister Lundhart immediately assured him. “Of course you’re not breaking the law. I’ve even approved your entry permit. You can do whatever you want here—”

"Why?" Cohen asked, tilting his head. "Aren't you afraid I'll kill your 'greatest wizard' too?"

“Because…” Minister Lundhart seemed to be making an excuse for Cohen, “your father said you’re a good boy…?”

(End of this chapter)