Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 100 When Voldemort Knocks

Hagrid agreed to the commission of taking care of Norbert without even thinking about it, and he vowed to take good care of Norbert - he had been planning for a whole summer vacation to prepare a lot of new food for Norbert.

"I'm planning to raise a group of piglets for Norbert. They reproduce very quickly," Hagrid said. "And raising them isn't difficult either. The only thing to worry about is keeping them with real pigs. They might cause an epidemic in the herd..."

"It's fine as long as the sheep and unicorns aren't affected," Cohen said. "It's better to build a sturdy pigpen to prevent them from running around."

Cohen had seen the piglets in his Fantastic Beasts textbooks. They looked like stunted piglets, with long legs, a stubby tail, and squinty eyes—so ugly, Cohen didn't want to see them near his house.

Apart from Norbert's matter, there is also the issue of Ali's placement.

"The unicorns in the forest really want Ali to return to the tribe..." Hagrid said tangledly, "But the centaurs and I don't think this is a good idea."

"It's definitely not a good idea. Also, Hagrid, remember not to give it alcohol," Cohen warned. "It's experiencing some withdrawal symptoms right now, including but not limited to lying, playing dead, acting cute, and making threats... Success or failure depends on this one move. It really can't keep drinking—sooner or later, its blood will be filled with high concentrations of alcohol, the kind that will explode if set on fire."

Cohen wasn't sure if this reminder was any use to Hagrid, but it didn't matter - if it really exploded it would be Ally's own fault, and now Cohen had to focus on other things.

For example, find out where Voldemort is hiding in the school.

In the following free time, Cohen was searching around in the dark corners of the castle - he just had to keep an eye on the soul strength label. Voldemort's 40+10 was still very conspicuous in Hogwarts, which was full of students.

But unfortunately, Cohen didn't find any trace until the afternoon herbal medicine class.

The school was still too big, and there were too many students—the labels of soul strength of those irrelevant people were disturbing Cohen's eyes.

"Cohen, Cohen, can the Count really do his homework?"

On the way to the Herbology greenhouse, Ron couldn't wait to ask Cohen who had just appeared:

"Could you lend it to us? So we can—"

"Ron! You can't rely on Cohen's owl to get away with it!" Hermione warned, "If you don't even do your homework, you and Harry won't touch the textbooks for the whole year - don't think I don't understand you..."

"But Cohen can rely on the Earl to do his homework," Ron retorted.

"Cohen also reads and practices magic on a regular basis, but you guys are different—" Hermione said earnestly, "You don't want to receive another howling letter from Mrs. Weasley at the end of the semester, do you?"

"Five Sickles?" Cohen offered.

Judging from the longing look in Ron's eyes, he really wanted it.

But in the end, the deal was dropped because Ron realized that if he really failed the final exam, his mother would definitely bombard him with yelling letters three or four times a day, and he would be deafened.

The Herbology classroom is the greenhouse - near the Black Lake, at the lower edge of the castle.

Professor Sprout had just returned from the Whomping Willow, accompanied by that blond idiot Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Oh, hello!" Lockhart greeted the students with a cheerful face. "I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the Whomping Willow! But I don't want you to think I'm better than her at Herbology! I just happened to see a few of these plants during my travels..."

"Go to the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout said with a sullen look on her face. In the past, her teaching style was always relaxed and cheerful.

Lockhart succeeded in offending the first professor he approached for negotiations.

Professor Sprout took a bunch of keys from his belt and opened the door to Greenhouse Three.

The third greenhouse usually contains more dangerous and interesting plants, so it is locked all year round to prevent students from sneaking in and causing accidents. Lockhart shamelessly asked Professor Sprout to take Harry away, saying that he wanted to have a few words with Harry.

"What does he want with Harry?" Ron asked, confused.

"They're all celebrities, so maybe they want to share some experience," Cohen said, and then he pretended to be experienced and imitated: "'Little Harry... riding a flying car to school can make the headlines of the Daily Prophet, but the headlines are too complicated and you can't handle it - let me do it!'"

"Hahahahahaha!" Ron chuckled in a suppressed voice.

Hermione nudged the two of them—perhaps because she didn't want them to collectively laugh at Lockhart, or perhaps because Professor Sprout was looking in their direction.

"We're going to repot the mandrake today. Now, who can tell me what properties the mandrake has?"

Professor Sprout stood in the middle of the greenhouse behind a stool on which were piled about twenty pairs of earmuffs of various colors.

Harry sneaked back at this time, and it seemed that he had finally escaped from Lockhart.

Faced with Professor Sprout's question, Hermione raised her hand high as expected.

"Mandra, also known as Mandrake Root, is a powerful restorative agent." Hermione recited skillfully, "It is used to restore people who have been transformed or cursed to their original state."

For example, people who were petrified by a basilisk.

Cohen thought to himself.

If there's a basilisk in my blood, why can't I inherit some of the ability to kill with my eyes...

Could it be that venom was inherited?
Cohen hadn't tried biting a living thing yet—but then he had no venom glands, let alone the fangs of a venomous snake.

Besides, the use of poison is already a repeat of the Nightmare race! Nightmare blood is even more outrageous than normal snake venom—there's still plenty of time to save the snake venom with Phoenix Tears, but if they're injected with a liquid curse... how many melodramas would Fox have to recall to quickly bring tears to the eyes and save the person in ten seconds?

Just as Cohen was daydreaming, a familiar soul strength label appeared.

[Soul Strength: 40]

Outside the greenhouse?
Cohen's eyes lit up and he stared at the system mark outside the greenhouse wall.

There is no other soul out there except this one…

It's Voldemort!

"Mr. Norton, Miss Granger has already answered the question." Professor Sprout thought Cohen raised his hand to answer this question.

"No, Professor, my stomach hurts." Cohen pretended to be sick while holding his stomach.

All the ways to skip class are based on the sentence "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."

Because the teacher is not sure whether you will actually ejaculate in class, no sane teacher will stop students from going to the toilet.

Under the gaze of his classmates, Cohen hurried out of the greenhouse with his back hunched and his hands covering his stomach.

Let’s see what new ideas Voldemort, the king of ideas, has come up with.

(End of this chapter)