Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 599 She was the fiercest one in their den!
After the meeting ended, Harry returned to his room.

Ron and Hermione were there, waiting for Harry to reveal the contents of the meeting to them—even though those contents were supposed to be kept secret.

"Harry? What's the Order of the Phoenix's plan?" Ron asked impatiently. "It's so frustrating that Hermione and I are both adults, but we still can't attend their meetings..."

“Mrs. Weasley’s concerns are valid,” Hermione said worriedly, “especially after Cohen’s betrayal… the situation outside is now even more dangerous.”

“But we can’t just sit here and wait to die,” Harry said. “Dumbledore is dead, but Voldemort isn’t, and I’ll eventually have to face him—Moody said he’d give me special training.”

“This is necessary, Harry. You don’t know enough spells.” Hermione nodded. “You certainly can’t go and fight Voldemort like this.”

“Moody said the same thing.” Harry sighed and untied the drawstring of his pocket.

A girl with light brown hair suddenly appeared and pounced on Harry like a predator, her golden eyes gleaming.

“Harry!” Sophia exclaimed excitedly, “I want to do it again—this time you have to fight back…”

“No, Sophia, I’m busy these days, you might need… I mean, you might need to stay with Herbert for a while…” Harry awkwardly tried to move Sophia off him, but Sophia held him tightly, like a snake.

Harry wanted to ask Ron and Hermione for help, but Ron and Hermione turned their backs at the same time, as if the two of them had suddenly become very interested in a poster in Harry's bedroom.

"Why?" Sophia looked sadly into Harry's eyes. "Because of that evil wizard? I'll go and bite him to death for you—"

“No, you can’t go,” Harry said immediately. “You can’t handle him. I have to do this, and I have training these days, so I won’t be able to spend time with you…”

“Then I’ll stay here and wait for you to finish,” Sofia said. “You’ll have time when you’re done, just like Dad and Grandpa do.”

"The main reason is that if you're discovered, these situations are very difficult to explain—"

creak-

Suddenly, Harry's bedroom door opened.

It was then that Harry suddenly realized he had been so focused on taking Sophia next door that he had forgotten to lock the door.

"Harry, there's something I want to tell you—"

Sirius peeked in and started to speak, but halfway through his sentence, his throat seemed to be choked by a stone, and he stared blankly at Harry, who was being tackled to the ground by a strange girl.

"This girl is...?" Sirius's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He then looked at Ron and Hermione, who had their backs turned, and then at Harry and the girl who was pinning Harry down.

"Sirius, I can explain this—"

"It's okay, it's okay...you guys continue...I understand..." Sirius awkwardly shrank back, saying through the door, "I shouldn't have come in without knocking—tell me after you're done..."
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"So, this is the snake monster that Cohen kept?"

Ten minutes later, Harry sat down in the living room with Sophia, surrounded by members of the Order of the Phoenix who hadn't yet left after the meeting.

Sirius looked Sophia up and down as she sat in a chair, glancing back and forth at them.

She wasn't afraid of people at all—or to put it another way, she seemed quite excited to see so many people staring at her.

Only Harry knew why—because Sophia used to run away from any animal she approached… “Why did she come to you?” Moody asked, frowning.

“Because she heard Cohen was leaving, so she sneaked out,” Harry explained for Sophia. “She didn’t know what Cohen had done—”

“Or, she told you, ‘She doesn’t know,’” Snape said in a greasy voice. “People can lie.”

“She’s not human, she’s a snake.” Sirius glared at Snape, then looked back at Sophia. “But how does a snake become human?”

Sirius tried to reach out and touch Sophia, but Sophia fiercely opened her mouth and bit Sirius's outstretched hand, so Sirius had to quickly pull his hand back.

Only Harry can touch her without being bitten.

“Cohen made her a body because…” Harry hesitated to say it.

“I love Harry!” Sophia exclaimed immediately. “I want to have a baby with Harry—mmm—”

Harry immediately covered her mouth.

“She has never lived among humans…” Harry said, his face flushed.

“It’s clear that Dumbledore has praised Cohen’s alchemy skills more than once,” Lupin said kindly. “It seems she likes you a lot, Harry.”

"When did you find her, child?" Moody asked thoughtfully, "At Hogwarts?"

“After Dumbledore’s funeral,” Harry said, “she ran out of the Forbidden Forest—does that mean…”

“This means Cohen was in the Forbidden Forest at the time,” Moody said. “Or, very likely, he attended the funeral, but under someone else’s face.”

"But why would he come to Dumbledore's funeral?" Sirius asked, puzzled. "He couldn't possibly be so cold-blooded as to kill the kindest person in the world and then revisit the place to admire his 'masterpiece' as if nothing had happened."

“It’s not impossible,” Snape said.

“I’ve noticed you seem to be suspicious of that child at every turn,” Sirius said, glaring at Snape.

"I've noticed that you seem to be covering up for that murderer in every way."

Snape retorted without hesitation,
"He was once praised by the Dark Lord as a 'promising dark magic talent.' He could use the Unforgivable Curse at will when he was a first-year student. Do you know how he described these spells to the Dark Lord back then? He thought the Killing Curse was too inefficient because a spell could only kill one person."

“But he was an undercover agent back then—” Harry said, somewhat resentfully.

“An undercover agent, an eleven-year-old boy, humph, do you dare say these aren’t his true thoughts?” Snape said coldly. “Perhaps he was just afraid of Dumbledore, so he pretended to help you—while you and your dear godfather were completely fooled by him. Now he’s succeeded; he’s killed the person he feared most.”

“He brought my brother back for me,” Sirius said calmly. “And he used a white lie—he said there was a spell to recall the dead, and that I could say a few words to my brother—of course I knew the spell was fake, but he told me to live a good life. He didn’t need to do it at all, and even if he hadn’t, he could have gained Dumbledore’s trust…”

"Because of one act of kindness," Snape said in a condescending tone of pity, "he made you forgive his murder, and that was his purpose."

(End of this chapter)