Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 103 Mr. Voldemort, do you have to make the plot suspenseful?
"The method of killing has indeed become much more mature..."

The Count was talking in his sleep.

"Shut up and drink your drink," Cohen said angrily.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lockhart suspected that his plan had failed and was about to return to the office, Cohen left his body in the Room of Requirement, and then his soul left his body and floated directly to the third floor.

Lockhart had returned to the office, and Coin was following him to keep an eye on him - perhaps Lockhart had a small mirror with Voldemort's soul attached to it, or had secretly hidden an ugly snake-faced baby version of Voldemort in the box.

Cohen waited here until the school bell rang for the end of get out of class, but Lockhart did nothing bad.

Although Lockhart's hands were shaking and his face was pale, as if he had failed to complete the task and was about to be punished by the boss, his behavior was normal. He wrote back to his fans, looked for a fancy robe to wear to the dinner, and admired his handsome photos...

What a narcissistic person.

Lockhart's behavior is definitely problematic, but Voldemort has not yet appeared. Cohen speculates that they may conspire at night - villains like to discuss secret plans at night.

So Cohen planned to come back to keep watch at night.

After the Herbology class, there was a dinner party, and Cohen met Harry and the others on the way to the auditorium.

"He thought we drove up to school to fight him for the front page of the Daily Prophet," Harry complained about Lockhart's provocation.

"But you did make the front page of the newspaper because of this. From an outsider's perspective, that's true—" Hermione defended Lockhart. Suddenly, she saw Coin blending into the crowd. "Coin! Why did you disappear for a whole class?"

"Because I went to the bathroom. Skipping class is part of every student's experience - but that's not the point. Were you discussing Lockhart just now?" Cohen changed the subject.

"We were discussing why Lockhart kept staring at Harry." Ron said in the middle, "We guessed he liked Harry and Hermione was jealous. This is the result of the discussion -"

"Ron!" Hermione stopped Ron angrily, "I just think we should give the new professor some credit!"

"Yeah, 'trust'." Ron said jealously, "I bet he's a jerk with only a reputation. We'll find out after his first class."

"Don't be silly, Ron, you've all read his books - think about the amazing things he's done." Hermione still had some unrealistic expectations of Lockhart.

"Why do I feel like I shouldn't interrupt..." Harry whispered as he moved closer to Cohen - Cohen had distanced himself from Ron and Hermione early on.

"Just watch and be careful not to get hurt by mistake." Cohen warned, "I guess Ron will use you to compete with Lockhart next--"

"Harry is definitely a better teacher than him!" Ron defined, "Whether it's fame or strength, it feels inferior to... Harry..."

"That's unreasonable!" Hermione stormed off.

"Are you a prophet?!" Harry said in shock.

"Why did you run so far? Did you hear what she just said?" Ron shook his head, looking for Cohen and Harry. "Lockhart seemed to have given her a love potion! I don't know why girls like Lockhart so much..."

"Boys like it too," Cohen said rationally, pointing to a fourth-year student who had just walked past them with a bunch of Lockhart posters in his arms.

Cohen found that this person looked familiar - it was this person who took Cohen to the principal's office last year, and then Cohen was exempted from the flying class.

"After all, we are in the UK, so it seems reasonable..." Cohen nodded.

"Merlin's briefs..."

Ron's expression twisted.

"nausea."

The word "disgusting" can also be applied to Lockhart at the dinner party. He dressed himself up in colorful clothes, like a peacock courting a mate.

None of the professors in the classroom had a good look on their faces—Cohen knew the feeling, humiliation, pure humiliation.

I don’t know what the situation was at other tables, but the male students at Gryffindor table couldn’t eat much.

"I can't stand it." Ron put down his knife and fork.

"I'm full." Harry couldn't eat anymore after eating a sausage.

"I want to go back to sleep." Cohen now only wanted to see what Voldemort was doing.

The three of them left early together—Cohen went straight to his dormitories after returning to the common room, while Harry and Ron wanted to play some more in the common room. Harry had bought a set of Gobstones (a marble game where the stones spray a foul-smelling liquid in the face of those who lost) for the summer. After leaving his body on the bed, Cohen's spirit drifted to Lockhart's office.

"I just don't believe that I can't catch you, a noseless guy, even if I squat all night." Cohen thought viciously.

After dinner, Lockhart briskly returned to his office—Cohen watching his every move.

Cohen originally thought he would have to keep an eye on it for several hours, but reality developed faster than he expected.

After Lockhart changed out of his colorful robes inlaid with feathers, he took out Voldemort - he took down a self-portrait behind his desk and placed it upside down on the table.

A face appeared on the back of the painting where there should have been nothing - Voldemort really liked sticking to the backs of all sorts of things.

[Soul Strength: 40+10]

Cohen was a little surprised that the strength of Quirrell's stolen soul was still attached to Voldemort's soul.

"I didn't see the crown... You couldn't get in..." Voldemort said grimly, "You know the consequences of failure..."

"I did what you said!" Lockhart said anxiously and fearfully. "You can't - you won't really do anything to me? I'm the Order of Merlin, Third Class..."

"Who cares if you're just a worthless loser with some kind of award!" Voldemort said viciously. "It's fine if you can fool a fool... but you're planning to fool yourself too? If my plan fails, everything you have will be gone - your reputation, your fortune, and... your life..."

Lockhart shuddered.

"If I succeed—"

"You will be rewarded..." Voldemort said coaxingly, "I can teach you the powers you have written in your books... and yet cannot prove..."

"Okay, okay..." Lockhart persuaded himself to continue, "I ran into that Cohen Norton again today... He was very strange - first he skipped class, then he went to the corridor on the eighth floor... Since you have worked with him before, why didn't you let me tell him about your visit this time?"

"Because he is part of the plan..." Voldemort said in a low voice.

Shit, Voldemort is also a Wallfacer?
Cohen has lived in Bengbu for a while.

But now it seems that Voldemort is indeed a king of ideas, and Cohen is very eager to hear what new ideas he has.

"Is it because he occupies that room?" Lockhart wondered. "How would he know about the Room of Requirement?"

"He's a gifted villain, much smarter than you..." Voldemort was not surprised by this result. "He is very important to me... Since we can't find the crown... let's start the next plan..."

"We need to open the secret room... I will teach you how..."

"After the basilisk attacks... write Cohen's name on the wall..."

what? !

Cohen's eyes widened.

No, who did I offend?

Framed! This is a blatant frame-up!
Comrade Xiaofu’s hands and mouth are not very clean!

Perhaps Voldemort's plan is indeed suspenseful.

But unfortunately, Coin was one step faster - Voldemort could not guess that Coin was eavesdropping.

If it was simply a plan to purge the school of Mudbloods, perhaps Coin would have pretended to help and given Voldemort some emotional value.

But now Voldemort actually dares to joke around with Coin and engage in these suspenseful plots...

Cohen could only say that he was walking on a narrow path and that he had no choice but to stir up this muddy water.

We are all immortal, so who is afraid of whom? Just come and tear my hair off——

No, Voldemort has no hair at all.

　Today, firecrackers blasted from early morning to afternoon, and I was almost exhausted to death - I hope there are no firecrackers in heaven. Sorry, there are only two chapters today.
　　
　
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