Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 613 Friendship-Breaking Fist!
The episode that Voldemort and Harry were most afraid of!
Although Harry said he believed in Cohen, when the black thing on Cohen's body actually lunged at him, he instinctively tried to dodge.

Voldemort then fired several unknown spells in response, attempting to stop Cohen's movements, but the spells passed right through Cohen's black soul.

The next second he tried to escape, but Cohen had already gripped his soul, and some force was preventing him from leaving.

Immediately afterwards, Voldemort and Harry both lost consciousness, like two puppets that had lost their control.

The only difference is that Harry will wake up soon, while Voldemort will never wake up.

At this moment, the Ministry of Magic officials who were watching, who were startled by this sudden scene, realized that Edward, who had just died a few days ago, was now getting up as if nothing had happened.

"Minister?!"

“You guys really know how fast you've switched sides,” Edward said sternly. “You've already built a statue for Voldemort in less than a day, haven't you? Why weren't you this cooperative when I was replacing the statue? And…”

Edward paused for a moment, then quickly threw several red spells at those in the crowd who were trying to sneak away.

Those Death Eaters who failed to escape fell to the ground.

"Dumbledore?" Sirius Black, bound to the statue, asked Dumbledore in a trembling voice, feeling as if everything was unreal.

“I’m sorry my ‘death’ has caused you trouble, but it was a necessary task.” After confirming that Voldemort had become a soulless walking corpse, Dumbledore untied Sirius’s ropes. “However, I think there’s another person besides me who wants to apologize to you, Sirius—Cohen?”

"What?" Cohen asked, glancing away somewhat reluctantly after finishing the two pieces of soul from Voldemort and Harry.

"You haven't yet expressed your opinion on knocking out Sirius so he could be captured by Voldemort," Dumbledore said with a smile.

That wretched old man! He must be holding a grudge because I made up stories about him and Voldemort in that book, "Voldemort's Scandalous Secrets"!

“I did it, so what?” Cohen said without batting an eye, moving next to Harry, thinking of slapping Harry a few times to wake him up—the floor was quite dirty, since Voldemort never wore shoes.

“It’s all to defeat this guy.” Edward skillfully arranged the follow-up matters with the officials, then came over and patted Sirius on the shoulder. “Cohen has been by your side the whole time to prevent any accidents from happening to you.”

"So... Dumbledore's death and your death—and Cohen's betrayal—were all staged for Voldemort?" Sirius's mind raced to the conclusion. "But—why?"

“Because Voldemort still has a part of his soul in Harry,” Dumbledore said. “It is protected by Lily’s magic and can only be defeated when the Sacrifice Protection Spell expires on the day Harry comes of age. If Cohen, Edward, and I were all here, he would never show himself, and even if we destroyed all his Horcruxes, we would not be able to kill him.”

“But there’s no need to hide this from us, is there?” Sirius said, stretching his arms, which were stiff from being bound for so long.

“I’m worried that Voldemort might be able to read Harry’s mind, so Harry must not know any of this…”

"Harry!"

Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron, having apparently heard about what had happened from some officials who had just left the Ministry of Magic, had followed them into the hall and immediately saw Harry lying on the ground, and Cohen squatting next to Harry, patting his cheeks back and forth.

“Cohen?” Ron stared at Cohen in astonishment, then his gaze shifted to Edward and the others. “Blood Mother Hell, and Mr. Norton and Dumbledore—I must be going crazy—”

“That’s definitely insane.” Cohen stopped patting Harry’s cheek when he saw Harry’s eyelids twitch, indicating he was awake. “I feel like I’m going to spend the whole day explaining what happened…” “…”

Harry let out a muffled groan.
“Cohen…”

"Don't think that using this trick will make me—ow!" Before Cohen could speak, Harry's fist slammed into his face.

"What are you doing!" Cohen, who was about to stand up, was knocked back onto the ground by Harry's sudden punch, and said angrily while covering his nose.

Harry sat up angrily:
I thought you were going to become—a—

“I haven’t turned into an evil dark lord, have I…” Cohen said, rubbing his sore nose.

"You didn't tell us anything!"

“That’s because Voldemort might be spying on your mind!” Cohen said. “You were Voldemort’s penultimate Horcrux—and I can’t just bypass your mother’s protective charm to eat the piece of Voldemort on you, otherwise why would I keep it from you? I don’t like being seen as a terrorist at all.”

"..." Although Harry was angry, he couldn't find a reason to refute Cohen's words.

"At least... we can still take the NEWT exams?" Hermione tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“Don’t say such discouraging things at a time like this, Hermione…” Ron said with a sullen face.

For some reason, Harry was amused.

Then Cohen chuckled softly.

"What are you two laughing at?" Ron asked, his eyes wide. "Did you two study?!"

“I just feel like everything is getting better,” Harry said softly, then scrambled to his feet and glanced around somewhat awkwardly—thankfully, the Ministry of Magic staff had been called away to work by Mr. Norton, and no one was watching them.

“I just find it funny that you guys have to take exams, because I’m not planning to continue going to school.” Cohen raised his eyebrows.

“What?!” Ron asked incredulously.

"I'm not going abroad simply to lower Voldemort's guard," Cohen said. "I have my own grand mission to save the world—"

“Then let’s do it together this time,” Harry said firmly.

"Stop messing around, how are you going to help me—"

“How will we know if we don’t try?” Hermione agreed with Harry. “One person can’t think as fast as four, right?”

“Don’t even think about excluding us this time, bro.” Ron shrugged. “Otherwise, Harry will drag us out again—you certainly don’t want your Sophia starving abroad with us, do you…”

(End of this chapter)