Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 601 There's probably something wrong with collecting Helbo's underwear.

Before arriving at the vault containing Helpo's few remaining belongings, Cohen assumed it would contain a large number of cursed dark magic items, or at the very least, a few dark magic books...

"Do people who collect Haierbo underwear have some kind of serious illness?"

Cohen turned to Zenon with a blank expression.

The vault containing Helbo's belongings contained only some dilapidated items: empty old wooden boxes, old fabrics whose original contents were unrecognizable, dusty bottles and jars, and a square garment draped over the pile of things.

It is clearly a piece of cloth used to cover the lower body, or rather, a "skirt" used by the Greeks in the past.

"Yeah, I think there's something wrong with it too." Zenong nodded. "These underwear have been sitting here for so many years and they're still not worn out—"

“You have a problem too, I’ll tell you,” Cohen said, covering his face. “Is the point about ‘the underwear wasn’t broken’? The point is why you left his underwear here too…”

“Because it never broke,” Zenon said. “Some people think there’s some kind of magic left on it—”

"Avada Kedavra!"

Cohen immediately threw a killing curse at him.

boom!
A beam of green light struck the garment, and then, the garment, which had been stored away for over a thousand years, was blasted into dust right in front of Zenong.

“Don’t mourn over that pair of underwear.” Cohen put away his wand. “He just put a protective charm on it—I’ll know that with a killing curse.”

Zenong swallowed hard.

“You just—pointed at—pointed at—Helpo’s underwear—”

“I’ve finished speaking,” Cohen said. “Do you know how much a reporter can twist what you’ve said into something else?”

“I mean… how did you manage to cast a death curse on a dress…” Zenon asked stiffly.

“Because I’m full of resentment about everything right now,” Cohen said disappointedly. “There’s nothing I want here, I’m leaving.”

"Now?" Zenong asked, somewhat bewildered.

“Yeah,” Cohen said. “Although there are no clues here, I got a lead from that skull.”

“Oh…” Zenong said somewhat disappointedly.

"Thank you for your contribution to world peace." Cohen patted him on the shoulder.

“!” Zenon thought of the Death Eater that Cohen killed, and the words Cohen said before killing him.

"Just kidding, you're not a Death Eater." Cohen grinned mischievously. "See you later."
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After saying goodbye to Zenon, Cohen took the box and went straight to find the Dementors.

It is clear that the Horcruxes were not hidden in Greece, but further north.

Looking at it this way, there are actually quite a few places I need to go. If I head north, I'll have to go through a bunch of European countries like Bulgaria and Romania, then Russia, and finally the Arctic.

There are some clues, but not many.

However, Cohen has a large group of Dementors who can search each country first, so the efficiency won't be too low.

Perhaps we can look for traces of Helbo's presence along the way—after all, a powerful dark wizard wouldn't just be a passerby in these places; he would at least leave behind some dark deeds, otherwise, what kind of dark wizard would he be... "Looking for a needle in a haystack."

The Earl, flying beside Cohen, said somewhat pessimistically,
Where to go next?

“Bulgaria.” Cohen looked down as he floated in the air. “I remember their minister—I saw him at the World Championship before.”

"I've heard you mention him before, the one who chattered away with Fudge for ages but actually knew English and was just trying to mess with Fudge," the Earl recalled.

“I quite like that guy,” Cohen said. “He has a great sense of humor—”

Suddenly, just as Cohen crossed a boundary, several dark figures appeared in the distance, looking like people riding on brooms.

They rapidly approached Cohen, slowing down just before they were close enough that Cohen could see their faces clearly.

"Krum?" Cohen transformed back into human form from the Dementor, but remained floating in the air, looking somewhat strange.

“Cohen?” The leader, riding on a broom, frowned, making him look even more bewildered.

"Weren't you playing ball?" Cohen asked. "You've changed careers?"

“I didn’t change careers, it’s just that Minister Obransk asked me to come here to pick up a ‘friend’—but I didn’t expect it to be you…” Krum said, though he seemed quite pleased. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here? I thought you would have written to me first.”

“You’ve already graduated,” Cohen said. “It would seem a little strange for me to send it to Durmstrang now—haven’t you read the newspaper?”

Cohen was somewhat surprised that Krum didn't react at all to the fact that he was a murderer.

“We’ve been training these past few days,” Krum said. “We’re playing the Euro 2016 group stage against the Kiberon Wranglers and the Quakes—but we’re resting today. Any news?”

“Hmm…” Cohen drawled out the sound.

“Трябвадаотидемпо-бързоприминистъра…… (We must hurry to the minister)”

Another person riding a broom flew over to Krum and whispered a few words to him, not daring to glance at Cohen, clearly having something to hide.

“Your minister wants to take me to his place, right?” Cohen said habitually. “It’s alright, the ministers in Greece are pretty much the same…”

“I don’t quite understand why either. Logically speaking, you’re not familiar with our minister at all…” Krum shook his head. “How are Hermione and Harry doing now?”

“Good, still alive.” Cohen said, transforming back into his Dementor form and flying with Kru.

Flying in human form is too bizarre; it feels like flying naked into the sky for a bunch of people to see.

The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic is a huge building with many domed towers, blue roofs and white walls, and many arched corridor windows. It doesn't look like a government department, but rather a religious site for viewing.

As soon as Krum led Cohen into the department, a hairy middle-aged man came to greet them.

Cohen remembered him; this man with thick eyebrows and a noticeable beard was the Bulgarian minister, and he had served in that position for so many years without stepping down.

“Ah! Cohen!” Minister Obransk called out to Cohen in a voice that was unusually low, making him look particularly awkward. “I received a message from Lundhart—he said you might arrive today. I specially asked Viktor to pick you up. Viktor said he knows you, right? You two faced off in the Triwizard Tournament. Viktor always said you are a very humorous and witty person.”

(End of this chapter)