Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 604 Little Fufu, I'm back with your unofficial history!
Between April and the end of May, Cohen's team also accomplished a lot.

Examples include helping Bulgaria and Romania eradicate a number of black magic dens, and taking Norbert to Romania to visit his father whom he had never met.

To be honest, all the male Norwegian Ridgebacks looked the same, and each of them would mate with a bunch of females, so no one could tell which one was Norber's father, and Norber couldn't distinguish their mixed scents either.

Cohen deliberately avoided Charlie Weasley during this visit to Norbert's family, so as not to be seen by acquaintances again and have to explain himself in an unclear way.

Although this whole affair seems unrelated to Horcruxes, Cohen did find traces of Herpo in large black wizarding dens in Bulgaria and dragon farms in Romania.

Herpo did indeed visit both places. He stole two fire dragons in the Kingdom of Odrysia (Bulgaria, southeastern Romania, northwestern Greece, and the European part of Turkey) and bred a host of strange beasts, causing many serious consequences for the region.

“For example, this,” the Romanian librarian told Cohen, pointing to a picture in the book. “The Engelbert sandworm.”

"What kind of creature is this, a hybrid of a dragon and a monster?" Cohen turned his head away from the painting with some disdain.

The insect looked like a long, segmented snake, and the markings on its body were probably brownish-red scales, but the scales didn't make it look any better; instead, they made it even more disgusting.

Its head has only a round, cylindrical mouth covered with rings of sharp teeth.

"It looks like XP is the sex toy for the person defending their thesis," Cohen commented.

“Well, that’s the kind of person Helbo is—because legend has it he took a few with him.” The librarian shrugged. “It’s clearly the kind of animal he wanted to hybridize, not a round-headed dragon and a giant winged worm—by the way, are you writing an article for a history of magic publication? Could I have my name credited? I’ve actually always wanted to work in a higher department—”

“No, do I look like an academic?” Cohen refused. “But thank you for your help. If you really want to change jobs, go to the British Ministry of Magic at the end of next year—just say that Cohen Norton sent you, and I can arrange a slacking-off job for you.”

“Cohen Norton…” the librarian frowned, trying to recall. “That name sounds familiar…”

By the time he remembered which newspaper he had seen the name in, Cohen had already slipped away.
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After questioning the skull, Cohen was basically certain that Helpo, who stole the dragon and conducted hybridization experiments, was the same Helpo who left Greece to hide the Horcruxes.

The skull said that the Kingdom of Odrysia had just been established at that time, and after Helbo hid the Horcrux and returned to Greece, he never left Greece until the Kingdom of Odrysia was destroyed.

Helbo took away a sandworm that looked like a thesis defense, but abandoned the winged sandworms and the winged round-headed dragon, making his intentions very clear—

He wanted creatures that could burrow underground, not those that ran on the ground or flew in the sky.

In other words, it's highly likely that Helbo hid the Horcrux underground, relying on that hybrid sandworm...

Compared to throwing Horcruxes into the sea or into outer space, this conclusion doesn't sound so hopeless.

But there's not much hope—the Earth is so big, the depth a sandworm can burrow into is definitely limited. In other words, Cohen might have to turn up half of Eurasia upside down to find that Horcrux, which is unknown and tiny.

"When Merlin made his prophecy, did he ever think about how it would come true?" Cohen said viciously, lying in the hotel. "I think he didn't actually make any prophecies—he just wanted me to do my job with confidence."

“I’ve never hesitated to assume the worst of human old men,” the count said, munching on a field mouse. “Romanian mice have a certain exotic charm—did you know there’s an underground city around Bucharest?” “Hmm?” Cohen asked. “No, what place? A wizard’s?”

"Come on, wizards don't live in places like that. It's a sewer, full of Muggles," the Earl said. "I traded gold for a bunch of rats—when they heard I could trade rats for gold, they all went crazy catching them, never imagining how ridiculous it was that an owl could talk..."

“It’s about Muggle governments,” Cohen sighed. “I really don’t know—wait, what gold? Where did you get your gold from?!”

“Yours,” the count said. “I found a whole bunch of them in your trunk, I took two—I think our relationship has reached a point where money isn’t necessary…”

"You son of a bitch—" Cohen jumped out of bed and wrestled with the count, who had spread his wings and was about to escape.

The story ultimately ended with Cohen's victory, having plucked all of the Earl's feathers, and it took him half an hour to restore them.

"You stingy wretch," the count said viciously.

“Old bald bird,” Cohen retorted without hesitation.

Cohen's trip lasted until July, after leaving Romania, he briefly transited through Ukraine, and then made a blitzkrieg in Poland—

One day, the Minister of Magic of Poland suddenly discovered that the "mad dark wizard who was wandering all over Europe" had appeared on the streets of Warsaw. He panicked and, following the old approach of the ministers of Greece and Bulgaria, wanted to give Cohen a grand invitation to be his guest.

However, Cohen declined, as his trip would be interrupted for a while.

I'm going back to England on the 15th to celebrate my birthday, and then I'll prepare to deal with Voldemort on the 31st.

Once Harry's birthday is over, the protective spell on Harry will lose its effect, and Cohen will be able to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes and Voldemort himself in one fell swoop.

All they had to do was have Harry lure Voldemort out.

As for how to seduce...

Cohen had already figured out the method.

The ugly photos he had taken of Voldemort's mother and his "pure-blooded" lineage, as well as those wonderful "Voldemort anecdotes," could finally come in handy.

If you simply change the author's name to Harry Potter and stuff these things into every house, Voldemort, who has defeated the Ministry of Magic, will surely be enraged and start hunting them down.

To accomplish this feat, Edward would need a little help to boost Voldemort's morale...

(End of this chapter)