Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 596 Medea's Witch Band

It took Cohen a lot of effort to explain everything to Zenon.

For example, he is the son of the Minister of Magic of England, which is why Lundhart asked Zenon to be his tour guide.

For example, he still had his passport on him—the passport clearly stated his name as Cohen Edward Norton, not Cohen Halberd, blah blah blah.

Furthermore, if he wanted to, Zenong would have long been "forgotten into nothingness".

“Although I still think I should have used a Forgetfulness Charm on you from the start,” Cohen sighed, “that would have made things much easier…”

“It’s just that the way you talked to that skeleton was so evil…” Zenon said with some lingering fear, “It looked like you really were an evil dark wizard… By the way, why was it so afraid of you? Because you speak Parsley.”

"Probably..." Cohen shrugged. "But since there's nothing left here, I think we can leave. Can we use Apparition here?"

"Actually, no... Apparition can't be used at any tourist attractions because people might get stuck in the walls due to magical interference, which could easily damage these ancient buildings..."

Even after Cohen explained everything, Zenon is no longer as outgoing as before, and he seems somewhat reserved when he speaks.

"Otherwise, I would have already run away..."

“Then let’s go through that damned tomb passage again,” Cohen said, shaking his head.

On the way out of the tomb, Zenon finally couldn't help but ask Cohen:
"So... what is it that you're looking for about Helbo?"

“I don’t know if you’ve heard of them,” Cohen said, “Hordeal.”

“Hor…what?” Zenon frowned.

"Horcrux, a creation of dark magic, invented by Horcrux—you in the tourism department don't even know about Horcrux's life and deeds?" Cohen retorted.

“I’ve never seen this word in the manual,” Zenon said. “It might be content that’s banned by the ministry… Are you sure it’s in Greek?”

“I’m not sure, it could be anywhere, but Greece might have a clue,” Cohen said. “That’s why I asked you where all the things Herbo used to use went.”

Zenong thought for a long time.

"I think I can take you to see it—can you recognize that... Horcrux?"

“If I saw it, I would definitely recognize it,” Cohen said. “You just let me into such a confidential place?”

“I certainly can’t give permission, but my dad can,” Zenon said. “We just need…you want to destroy it, right?”

“That’s right,” Cohen said.

“That makes things much easier.” Zenon shrugged. “As long as you identify which thing inside is dangerous, I’ll tell my dad to destroy it.”

"That sounds more humane than threatening your great-uncle to let me into the warehouse," Cohen nodded.

“That’s for sure—what? A threat?” Zenon gasped.

“You’ll get used to it soon,” the count’s muffled voice came from Zenon’s backpack.

“Never mind the details,” Cohen said. “It would be much easier if you could help—looks like I’m in for a busy evening…”

"Does it have to be today?" Zenon asked cautiously. "I mean, isn't that Helbo already... as you said, he's not even here with us right now..."

"This needs to be done quickly, but it's not urgent enough to be finished tonight—oh—I see…" Cohen said with a sudden realization.

No wonder Zenon asked that question—he had just invited him to see the Medea Witches band perform. And judging from Zenon's enthusiasm, his pen pal, who played bass in the band, probably had a relationship with him that went beyond just pen pals.

"Actually, I was here today..."

“I understand, I understand…” Cohen sighed. “Go ahead, I’ll go and question that skull tonight.”

"Don't be so tense," Zenong advised. "Why don't you go take a look? Maybe you'll meet someone you like—you don't have a girlfriend, right?"

“No, but… find someone in the band who likes me?” Cohen shook his head. “Unlikely, but considering you just don’t know the real situation…”

No one would want to be with a Dementor whose body is dripping with liquid curses.

“Nothing is impossible. You have to try to know.” Zenon patted Cohen on the back, as if he had already forgotten his previous fear of Cohen. “Let me tell you, the girls in those bands like men with a wealthy family like you. Just wait, once they find out you’re the son of the Minister of Magic of England, they’ll be chasing after you like crazy.”
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Zenon wasn't entirely wrong; those girls did go crazy after seeing Cohen, but they weren't pursuing him...

That evening, Cohen followed Zenon to a newly erected stage in the Athenian wizarding community, where they indeed enjoyed a very good performance by a girls' band.

Furthermore, they cooperated very well, and there was no situation where they told their teammates "I'm here to end this band" after the performance.

“We can go backstage after this is over.” Zenon was still nodding to the beat after a very upbeat song ended. “They’ll definitely like you too—just remember not to mention the weird sisters in front of them, that British band has stolen a lot of their fame.”

Everything was normal until Cohen and Zenon went backstage after the performance.

It wasn't until Zenon recommended Cohen to his pen pal Lena and Lena's band members—

“Lina, this is Cohen, my friend,” Zenon said happily to a blonde, round-faced girl who was removing her makeup.

The girl's dressing table was piled with many things, including various small gifts from fans, several bouquets of flowers, and a folded newspaper, so much so that she had to search for a tissue for a long time.

"Ah, it's nice to meet you." Lina wiped her hands, smiled, and shook hands with Cohen. "Hey, you look familiar—Cohen... Cohen?!"

Suddenly, Lina's hand froze in mid-air, then she abruptly pulled it back.

"What's wrong?" Zenong asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Has this reputation already spread in Greece as well...?" Cohen was somewhat surprised.

This means I'd better leave quickly, lest people think I'm there to murder the band...

“You, you’re that Cohen Norton?! The one from England?” Lena said in horror.

“Yeah… right—” Cohen tried to sound less intimidating, “I think I’d better leave here peacefully now…”

Lina screamed and stumbled back several steps, nearly tripping over a small stool.

"He is Cohen Norton!"

“I know he’s Cohen Norton,” Zenon said, somewhat puzzled. “He’s the son of the British Minister for Magic—Lina, how come you—”

“He’s a murderer!” Lina said, her face pale. “He’s the one who killed the Headmaster of Hogwarts—”

“It must be fake. Cohen couldn’t be a murderer. He came to Greece to deal with the black wizard…” Zenon shook his head, but suddenly his gaze fell on the stacked newspaper on the dressing table.

It was a daily prophet, probably brought back by Lena halfway through their European tour.

The first page features a striking dynamic photo of Cohen, with a label below reading "Most Wanted Criminal".

(End of this chapter)