Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 104 An unexpected attack

In order to counter Voldemort's inexplicable and crude plan of blaming others, Cohen has to take out the reward he received last year.

【Death Stalker Cape】

[Introduction: Let the hills and valleys become doors leading to the never-ending scream]

[Passive - Shadow Itself: When you devour the soul of a creature, you and your belongings gain invisibility for 20 minutes]

A Dementor that can turn invisible!
Cohen only needs to keep a few small animals in his pocket to be invisible anytime and anywhere - since normal Dementors will not pay attention to small animals, Mick, the little Dementor in his pocket, should not compete with Cohen for them.

Cohen used transformation magic to disguise the cloak into a school uniform cloak, making it convenient for him to disappear at any time.

Over the next few days, Cohen kept a close eye on Lockhart—waiting for Lockhart to make a move so he could cause trouble.

But Lockhart hadn't made any move for some reason; he hadn't even been to Myrtle's bathroom.

On Wednesday, Cohen and his classmates had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.

At the beginning of the class, Lockhart gave the students a test paper on "Gilderoy Lockhart" as usual. Cohen, Harry and Ron all handed in blank papers.

"I'd rather die than read his crappy books, even if I jump off here," Ron said viciously.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Almost no one remembers that my favorite color is lilac. I mentioned that in 'A Year with the Tibetan Yeti'..." Lockhart counted the mistakes on their scribbled papers. "Several of you need to work on your studies. In Chapter 12 of 'Wandering with Werewolves,' I clearly wrote that my ideal birthday gift would be all magical and non-magical people living in harmony..."

"Who cares what he does with werewolves!" growled Harry, who had only turned a few pages of Lockhart's book.

"The book says the werewolf is a woman," Cohen said. "But I guess he wrote it that way for dramatic conflict. A werewolf can't be cured by a spell, and if it were, the werewolf woman would definitely be happy to marry him - this is exactly what Lockhart wants readers to imagine."

"?" Ron looked at Cohen in disbelief, "Did you really see it?!"

"The money's all gone..." Cohen said helplessly, "I'm just reading a novel. Putting aside the facts, it's actually pretty good..."

"Quiet, please!" Lockhart warned Cohen and his table. "I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself against the most evil the wizarding world has ever known!"

"But remember, as long as I'm here, no harm will come to you—I just ask that you remain calm."

really?
Cohen didn't believe what Lockhart said at all. If he had the ability, he had to release a physical patronus, otherwise he wouldn't be able to resist Cohen.

[Soul Strength: 14]

Come on, sit at the same table with Edward.

Lockhart brought out a large, draped cage from behind the podium. From within came a loud noise, like a bunch of parrots quarreling.

"I must ask you not to scream!" Lockhart said in a low voice. "It will irritate them!"

There was enough drama—most of the students began to stare intently at the cloth-covered cage.

Lockhart raised the hood.

Inside the cage were a bunch of tiny, iron-blue-skinned elves, each about eight inches tall with tiny wings.

But they were originally noisy but fell silent the moment the cover was lifted - they saw Cohen - but fortunately, the students did not pay attention to the reason why these elves were abnormal, they thought these elves were like this originally.

"Yes," he said dramatically, "just caught—"

Lockhart was choked. Why did these elves suddenly act like they were frightened?
Seamus burst out laughing, and this laugh seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction, and suddenly the whole class was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. "Don't be so sure of appearances!" Lockhart said angrily, "They may also be cunning little saboteurs like the little devil!"

Lockhart drew his wand and whispered a spell into the cage—and Coin noticed that the spell had worked, and the elves, who had huddled together in fear, began to stir.

Cohen guessed it was the Frenzy Curse, a spell that appeared in the introductory book on dark magic that Quirrell gave him.

It seems that Voldemort did teach Lockhart some spells.

"Well," cried Lockhart, "see what you do with them!"

Then he opened the cage door—an act somewhat hastily, for Voldemort had not yet taught him any more spells—

Wisps under the influence of the Madness Curse are far more dangerous than in their normal forms.

They flew around like bullets, wreaking havoc in the classroom, tearing up book pages, smashing ink bottles against the floor and walls, and even a few trying to pounce on students' faces and bite them.

"Professor!" Hermione reminded loudly with a frown on her face - she had just used a freezing spell to hit an elf that wanted to bite off Neville's ear.

It was too dangerous and the scene was in chaos. The little wizards' brains were all in a mess in the emergency and they couldn't remember any spells.

The smart students have given up packing their bags and headed straight for the door, while the less smart or kinder students are still here.

However, even though they were affected by the frenzy spell, these elves still did not dare to approach Cohen - because several of the "elf predecessors" who approached Cohen had lost their souls and fell to the ground.

"Watch me demonstrate!" Lockhart rolled up his sleeves confidently and waved his wand at the scattered, crazy elves.

"Peschipixipestenomi!"

After Lockhart finished his useless spell, an elf snatched the wand from his hand and threw it out the window.

"Ha—" Lockhart muttered, his eyes fixed on the students who hadn't left yet. "Would you please take the remaining elves back to their cages?"

Lockhart rushed out of the classroom ahead of the students like the wind, closing the door behind him as soon as he was out.

Cohen understood why Voldemort only taught the Madness Spell and did not continue to teach its counter-spell or other magic - he needed Lockhart to always need him, so that Lockhart would always be obedient.

"Help!" Neville hid under the table to avoid the attack of these crazy elves - they seemed to have chosen Neville as the weak target, because Ron and Harry would use thick books to knock them away, and Hermione would freeze them with spells. They were not easy to deal with.

Amidst the chaos, Cohen heard a voice that sounded familiar but shouldn't have been there.

[Where...where...I can find him...]

The sound of the basilisk!

Cohen immediately turned his head to look at the source of the sound, which was in the wall at the end of the classroom.

[Soul Strength: 40]

wrong……

Cohen turned his head to look at the spot where Lockhart had left. Lockhart's soul was displayed on the other side, completely opposite to the position of the basilisk. It didn't make sense. It had only been less than ten seconds since Lockhart left, and the area was full of fleeing students. He couldn't have had time to recruit the basilisk.

(End of this chapter)