Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 600 This is also the worst one in that nest of Dementors.
“I never said I forgave his attempt to murder Dumbledore,” Sirius said.

“Then we should be as wary of a murderer as we are of any other man he might be hiding among us,” Snape said.

“Could we send her to Herbert’s?” Harry suggested. “That way she won’t have to…”

“No,” Moody said.

"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“After Dumbledore died, this house was given a new Faithful Charm,” Lupin said. “Something went wrong with the previous Faithful Charm; it disappeared—I suspect it’s because Dumbledore is dead, but logically the Secret Keepers should still be us… But anyway, the Nortons and Herbert aren’t Secret Keepers, and you brought Sophia in; she’s one now. If she leaves, the Faithful Charm will lose all its meaning.”

"Can't we use one more?" Harry asked.

Snape gave a mocking snort, which made Harry very uncomfortable.

"Potter, you've never been to the library, have you? A place covered by the Faithful Charm can't be covered again, otherwise do you think there would be any secrets being leaked in this world?"

“As if you’ve never leaked anything,” Harry said, glaring at Snape.

Snape was stunned. Harry's emerald eyes, glaring at him, were like a sharp knife, piercing something deep within him.

“Then let this girl stay here, but she can’t leave,” Lupin said, breaking the silence. “Sophia, can you promise us that?”

“Dad told me not to make any promises to humans,” Sophia said, turning her head away.

"Who is her father?" Sirius asked.

“Cohen’s basilisk father…” Harry said, “is called Sissoko—I’ll keep an eye on her…”

“Or to put it more bluntly,” Snape said.

“I know you’ve become a bit extreme because of Dumbledore’s death, Severus,” Lupin said. “But he’s just a child—we can’t make rash choices, or how would we be any different from Voldemort?”

"Tell me that again the day she disappears from this house." Snape strode out of the living room, as if deliberately using this conflict as an excuse to leave.

“It’s my house, I’m in charge,” Sirius said. “Sophia can stay here…”

"Great!"

Sophia happily jumped into Harry's arms.

“But you two aren’t allowed to… sigh…” Sirius said with a strange expression, “Harry, come with me first…”

"Huh?" Harry was a little confused, but he still followed Sirius to the kitchen, while Sophia was left in the living room, where Lupin and Moody were watching her.

Lupin took a liking to the innocent basilisk girl, while Moody stood by like a wooden stake.

Meanwhile, Harry, who had already followed Sirius to the kitchen, didn't understand why Sirius kept looking at him with such a strange expression.

“Harry, tell me the truth, you don’t like a snake, do you?”

Sirius said very seriously.

“Ah—” Harry said, his eyes darting around, “I actually—actually Sophia, she—”

“She’s a snake!” Sirius said. “I don’t really want to interfere in your love life, but a snake…”

"But didn't you also..."

“I never had anything to do with dogs!” Sirius Black immediately said. “That’s different—I was doing it to get food…”

“Sophia is a person now,” Harry said. “She was just a snake—and she, she, she’s lovely…”

"..."

Sirius looked at Harry for a while, then finally sighed helplessly.

“Okay…okay…” Sirius said with his eyes closed, “If you really…then that’s it…but don’t—I mean, the necessary secrecy measures should still be taken, don’t tell her everything about the Order of the Phoenix.”

“I know,” Harry said. “She doesn’t really care about these things; she seems to just want me to play with her…”
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Everything seemed calm on Cohen's side. I don't know if things were calm at the Greek Ministry of Magic, but at least at the hotel where Cohen was staying.

Until Zenon knocked on Cohen's door.

"that……"

Zenong took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I've never doubted you or harbored any hostility towards you. I've always been on your side, so please forgive me if I've done anything offensive before. Please don't take your dissatisfaction with me out on my family. I beg you!"

Zenong bowed deeply and sincerely.

"..."

"..."

"You spent half an hour in Japan studying 'Apology'?" Cohen asked, tilting his head.

"Huh?" Zenong asked, puzzled.

“I’m not angry, so you don’t need to apologize so sincerely,” Cohen waved his hand and said. “But of course, I’m not saying that what you did was wrong. I’m just being polite. You still have to apologize, because I’m the boss.”

Zenong nodded frantically.

"What did your great-uncle say to you?" Cohen asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing..." Zenong said vaguely.

"They're talking badly about me?" Cohen sensed a lie.

“No! Absolutely not!” Zenon said immediately. “He said you’re a kind and friendly Englishman, and that I should show you around properly. He even said it wouldn’t matter if you wanted to take all of Helpo’s relics from the Ministry of Magic’s vault—”

“You said it,” Cohen raised his eyebrows. “Let’s go.”

"Huh? Where to?" Zenong asked.

“Let’s go to the vault. I’ll see if there’s anything I want to take,” Cohen said. “Then I’ll be leaving—”

"Are you leaving?" Zenong asked expectantly.

“I’m very sad. I thought you would consider me a friend,” Cohen said.

"No—I didn't—I mean, I've always considered you a friend..."

“But a sad, thick barrier has already separated us…” Cohen sighed.

It's hard to imagine that I'll have to keep playing the villain until Voldemort dies.

In the past, I could definitely hang out with Zenon, just like I could hang out with Newt's grandson.

Instead of looking like this now, as if I, a terrorist, have come to rob the Greek Ministry of Magic.

“Let’s go to the Ministry of Magic’s vault,” Cohen said. “I’m not going to steal anything, just see if there are any other clues about the Horcruxes, and then I’ll leave.”

Zenon led Cohen away from the hotel. Along the way, he seemed to want to say something, but he didn't dare to actually say it.

Until they arrived at the entrance of the Department of Magic at night.

“Actually, I don’t think you’re a bad person either,” Zenong said. “I just don’t understand why you would…”

You'll understand after a while.

Cohen said,
"I didn't want to do this in the first place..."

(End of this chapter)