Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 593 The Tour Guide! The Tour Guide!
The environment Lundhart provided was indeed very comfortable; there wasn't even a single person watching Cohen.

He probably knew that there was no point in tailing Cohen—or perhaps he couldn't find anyone willing to do so.

In Lundhart's imagination, Cohen should have made a smooth journey through Greece, found what he was looking for, and then left safely—ideally, without ever having any further contact with Cohen in between.

So when Cohen appeared at his office door early the next morning with the Earl on his shoulder, Lundhart was startled and screamed.

“Mr. Minister, I need a guide,” Cohen said very politely. “Do you know where I can find someone who can take me to Herpo’s old residence?”

“Ah—looking for a tour guide…” Lundhart wiped his forehead. “I thought—I thought you were looking for a tour guide…”

“…” Cohen blinked.

Ten minutes later, a panting young man arrived at Lundhart's office.

“This is my grand-nephew, Zenon, Zenon Lundhart.” Minister Lundhart nudged the young man, who looked only a few years older than Cohen, towards Cohen’s side. “Zenon, you show Cohen around Greece—he is…”

Lundhart thought for a moment, then continued.

“The son of another minister, Cohen Norton.”

“Oh, hello—” Zenon greeted Cohen warmly in a heavily accented Greek English, “I was just counting the Hydra numbers. That British half-giant still hasn’t returned Orion, but it’s good that it’s gone. The other Hydras don’t seem to like it much…”

"Ha." Cohen laughed awkwardly—the hydra was actually right here with him.

However, it seems like the other Hydras have a conflict with the one in his box, so not returning it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Zenon is with the tourism department now. Just tell him if there's anywhere you want to go." Lundhart quickly handed the task over to Zenon, then pretended to be busy and slipped back to his office.

However, Zenon seemed unaware of the identity of the person he was about to take on the trip, blinking his brown eyes as he sized up Cohen.

"You look like you just graduated?" Zenon asked curiously. "I graduated from Helios Academy. Where did you study before that?"

“Hogwarts.” Cohen followed him toward the exit of the Greek Ministry of Magic.

“I’ve always wanted to go to school there,” Zenon said enviously. “But my mother wants me to stay closer to home—I recently heard there was a murder there, and she’s been nagging me about how right she was to not let me go to Hogwarts (“Coo coo coo.” The Earl cooed twice in agreement)... Is there anywhere you particularly want to go? I know Athens very well; if you don’t have any ideas, I can take you to some interesting places—”

“I’m planning to go to the place where Helbo used to live first,” Cohen said. “Do you know where it is?”

“Oh, that’s a bit far.” Zenon thought for a moment. “The place is on Crete, but we have a key. Let’s go to the International Tourism Department and get a key.”

Zenon led Cohen to stop on the first floor and walked through a magnificent golden door.

There were long queues of tourists inside, clearly indicating that they needed to be transported from here to the various islands or regions they wanted to visit.

With Zenon as a back door, Cohen didn't even need to stand in line. He slipped straight into the staff entrance and received an old teapot on an iron tray from a bald old wizard.

“Zenon, you know you can’t just bring your friends to cut in line every time,” the old wizard said reproachfully. “This place is going crazy—Mentos (Greek)—” Another tray of empty medicine bottles was pushed out of the tightly blocked window, and on the tray that was handed to someone else was a note that read Ικαρα (Ikari Island).

“I understand, Sarris. This time is different; this trip was arranged by the Minister.” Zenon waved his hand. “Let’s go, Cohen. I’ll count to three, and then we’ll touch this door key together—”

“Cohen?” The old wizard suddenly frowned and looked at Cohen next to Zenon. Then, as if he had finally remembered what he had seen in the newspaper that morning, his eyes widened.

Unfortunately, Cohen had already disappeared along with Zenon, spinning away.

Neither of them were using the door key for the first time, so they landed very steadily.

They arrived at a mountaintop overlooking the coast, surrounded by lush trees.

After a flash of blue light, Zenong carefully placed the door key into the bag he was carrying on his back.

“Let’s go.” Zenon tilted his head in a direction leading downhill. “The place where Helbo lived was in the Minotaur Labyrinth. The Muggles used to build a palace there, and Helbo used to use the Muggles in the palace for evil research—until the kingdom was completely destroyed, the Muggles didn’t notice their companions disappearing one by one. They even claimed that ‘the missing were kidnapped into the labyrinth by the yellow-eyed, half-man, half-bull monster Minotaur’…”

“It sounds like a confusion spell,” Cohen said. “And Helpo does often do mixed animal experiments…”

“Like the basilisk,” Zenon laughed, “but those are just legends; I’ve never actually seen one—”

"The Minotaur may be fictional, but the Basilisk..." Cohen said noncommittally.

It's hard to imagine whether releasing his box of monsters would scare Zenon.

However, as a tour guide, Zenong didn't need to be frightened by this.

“I know, I know,” Zenon nodded. “There must be—otherwise, there wouldn’t be a law prohibiting the breeding of basilisks…”

After descending the mountain, Zenon led Cohen around in circles until they arrived at a wide, flat woodland. From a distance, they could see a large group of ruined buildings on a slightly higher ground.

Cohen had no interest in visiting a Muggle palace, and Zenon didn't waste time on the Muggle ruins either, leading Cohen to a brick wall with a strange symbol carved on it.

He looked around to make sure no Muggle tourists noticed them, then pulled Cohen and walked straight into the wall.

Like the wall at King's Cross Station, this wall also hides a hidden world behind it.

However, behind the wall of King's Cross Station was another semi-open-air station, and this wall led them directly underground.

"Fluorescent." Cohen drew his wand, and a dazzling light shone on the damp, dark stone walls on both sides.

“An underground tomb.” Zenon shrugged. “That’s why not many people want to visit this attraction. The places that Herbo likes to live in are indeed very unusual.”

(End of this chapter)