Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 611 "Why Did Voldemort Cover Up His History of Selling Hooks?"

“My name is Ron, Harry. Are you missing Cohen terribly?” Ron asked, puzzled.

“No, it was Cohen. Cohen killed that Death Eater—he must have gone back home.” Harry took a deep breath, ripped off his Invisibility Cloak, and looked around. “Cohen, I know you’re here—”

But the surrounding air was completely silent, and no one responded to him.

“Harry…” Hermione said somewhat uneasily, “If it were Cohen, he would definitely come out to see us…”

“Whether Cohen or not killed this guy, he's definitely gone.” Ron quickly moved forward and closed the door. “Harry, we need to find somewhere else; this place has been discovered—”

“If you don’t come out, I’ll tell Sophia I don’t like her at all,” Harry shouted.

“Harry!” Hermione whispered, “You’ll be heard next door, and our protective magic hasn’t been recast yet…”

But all around remained silent. Harry waited for a long time before finally letting out a deep sigh.

"It's time to go—"

“We can’t leave.” Harry shook his head. “At least not tonight.”

Harry knew that leaving now was the safest thing to do, but he still felt that Cohen would come back, and perhaps Cohen would come forward and tell them everything tomorrow morning.

—At least they can wait one more night.

“Alright, I’ll redo the protection here…” Hermione said. “Hopefully, the Death Eaters won’t come back before then… But Ron’s right, that name might really be enchanted. Just to be safe, we’d better not mention the Mystic’s name again…”

After Hermione's protective magic returned to normal, they took turns keeping watch and safely spent the night.

Harry wasn't sure if Cohen left immediately after killing the Death Eaters, but if that were the case, Hermione's protective magic would certainly have kept Cohen out.

He suddenly felt that his impulsive decision was absurd—Ron was right, there was no point in them staying here.

The next morning, Hermione, who had gone out for a short while, returned with a copy of the Daily Prophet and a thick stack of newspapers that Harry had never seen before.

There was no smile on her face.

“You should take a look at this.” Hermione handed Harry the newspaper he had never seen before, then gave Ron the Daily Prophet, so they could exchange them after reading them.

Harry took the newspaper, which had no publisher's name, and immediately noticed the headline.

Voldemort's Scandalous Secrets: Why the Dark Lord Covered Up His History of Selling Hooks

“Huh—” Harry frowned as he looked at the article with its many pictures.

It details Voldemort's life—from his family, to his ugly mother and foolish ancestors, to the ambiguous and taboo relationship between Voldemort and his uncle, and Voldemort's past at school.

The story continues to Voldemort's plea to Dumbledore for a teaching position at Hogwarts ("I can accept your offer," Voldemort pleads with Dumbledore, "I really need this job..."), accompanied by a photograph of Voldemort, sporting his early, magically transformed face, talking with Dumbledore in his office...

[Dumbledore was Voldemort's most feared person because Voldemort feared that Dumbledore would one day reveal his shameful past.] The content is incredibly outrageous, but with photographic evidence, it's hard not to suspect that some parts of it are true.

That's not all. Short stories like "Voldemort had sex with his uncle for the family ring" and "His childhood and the tragedies of his ancestors led to his inner distortion and severe early Oedipus complex" were also included in the third and fourth editions.

No newspaper would dare to publish such an article, because if it were published in the morning, Voldemort would send people to assassinate everyone in that newspaper office by noon.

"Who's so powerful—" Ron had already tossed aside the Daily Prophet, which read "Minister of Magic Murdered Yesterday," and peered at the copy in Harry's hand, gasping, "He'll be murdered in his bed by the Void!"

“This newspaper appeared on the doorstep of every house with a wizard.” Hermione took a deep breath. “It didn’t belong to any publishing house; it seemed to be privately printed and distributed door-to-door—”

“Cohen,” Harry said firmly, “Cohen did it. I remember these photos. In Dumbledore’s Pensieve, Cohen took many pictures, saying they were going to be used against Voldemort—”

“Harry!” Hermione reminded him.

“—The Mysterious Man,” Harry changed his words, but his mind was now completely on Cohen’s newspaper, and he was getting more and more excited as he spoke, “I told you he was here last night! And he hasn’t turned bad—”

“Of course I think it was Cohen who did it. Only the Ministry of Magic has a record of every wizard’s residence. Cohen must have gotten everyone’s addresses from Mr. Norton’s office,” Hermione said. “But Harry, don’t get excited…”

This shows we are not fighting alone—

“Harry!” Hermione said, “I’m not sure what Cohen meant by doing this…”

"Isn't the meaning obvious?" Ron laughed when he saw the part about Voldemort selling the hook. "Hermione, he wants to humiliate Vader—"

“You didn’t see the end, the author’s name,” Hermione said, pointing to the end of the fourth edition.

There is a very small name there, but it's easy to spot.

Harry James Potter, the savior, the one who knows Voldemort best, received private tutoring from Albus Dumbledore, and possesses firsthand information about Voldemort's past.

"Why did he put my name in the author's column?" Harry was stunned.

"Yeah, why give the credit to Harry?" Ron was also a little puzzled.

“I think…” Hermione said, pursing her lips, “he wants to use Harry to lure out the Man of Darkness so that Harry can fight him.”

“That suits me perfectly,” Harry said. “I couldn’t wait for him to show up…”

“Don’t forget, Harry,” Hermione said worriedly. “You and he are both hiding right now. You want to find him, and he wants to find you too—this newspaper will be the trigger. The Man of Varian will definitely choose some terrible means to force you to go somewhere to die, rather than reporting his current location and waiting for you to assassinate him.”

“No, he definitely wants to kill me with his own hands,” Harry said firmly. “I know his character. On the night of his resurrection, he didn’t let any Death Eaters interfere—and it will be the same this time.”

“But how can you beat him?” Ron said.

“Cohen must have his reasons for doing this,” Harry said. “I believe Cohen.”

(End of this chapter)