Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 107 The internal fights between villain bosses are always so plain and simple
The basilisk came out of the wall!

The basilisk has its back to Lockhart and Coin!

The basilisk stared at Mrs. Norris!
Mrs. Norris is dying—

not dead.

Cohen watched all of this - the position where the basilisk appeared was not very accurate, so it did not successfully make eye contact with Mrs. Norris.

This place is very close to Myrtle's bathroom, so there is always water on the floor.

The moment the basilisk came out, Mrs. Norris happened to lower her head - this was very unusual for cats, but very normal for magic.

It saw the basilisk's eyes through the reflection in the stagnant water.

Then, the cat's body began to stiffen rapidly, and within a second it became almost as hard as stone.

Now that it had been turned to stone, the basilisk's glare could no longer harm it.

"The attack is over now..." Lockhart was trying to convince himself - as long as Voldemort was satisfied, he wouldn't have to force him to do anything harmful - he didn't want to be a murderer, especially not in Dumbledore's school.

“Hiss—hiss… (Alright… I’ll do it next time, let’s go back…)”

Lockhart recited Voldemort's third sentence to the basilisk and quickly closed his eyes when the basilisk turned its head.

Cohen also closed his eyes, not sure whether the basilisk's stare would have any effect on him, but Cohen did not want to take the risk now. If he turned into stone now... After twenty minutes, Cohen's identity would all depend on Lockhart's words.

After hearing the sound of the basilisk crawling into the wall, Cohen turned his vision and opened his eyes.

Lockhart seemed to be moving only now, and he was not sure whether the basilisk had gone back.

Although the target of the attack was a cat and it was not dead yet, the attack was still a success - that's what Lockhart thought.

It's better if a cat gets into trouble than a person. If a cat gets into trouble, it's a prank; if a person gets into trouble, it's murder.

While most people were still eating in the hall, Lockhart hurriedly wrote a line of words on the wall next to Mrs. Norris with paint -

[The secret room has been opened]

[Those who are enemies of the heir, beware]

Cohen

"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?"

After Lockhart's hasty departure, Cohen thought somewhat puzzledly.

What kind of murderer would leave his name at the scene like this?

This is not only a smear, but also an insult to Cohen's intelligence!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Lockhart has humiliated me like this, so Cohen must humiliate him back!

He did it right away—Cohen used a vanishing spell to obliterate his own name and added another one.

[The secret room has been opened]

[Those who are enemies of the heir, beware]

Lockhart

The internal fights between villains are often so simple and unpretentious. Everyone just wants to disgust the opponent instead of actually killing him.

No one really believed that the murderer would write his name on the wall, but rumors always make people feel uncomfortable - this is the effect Coin wanted, and he suspected that this was also Voldemort's intention.

When Cohen returned to the Great Hall, he happened to catch up with the students leaving. He sneaked in next to Harry and Ron invisibly, and suddenly appeared after his invisibility time was up. "Cohen?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, "When did you come back? Didn't you go to see Professor Lockhart?"

"Lockhart wanted to murder Filch's cat," said Cohen. "He asked if I wanted to join him, but I figured it only took one person to do it, so I didn't include him in the conspiracy – after all, Filch only had one cat."

Not a single leaf gets on him, this is what the troublemaker at Hogwarts looks like.

"The cat that murdered Filch?" Ron said in surprise. "How could Lockhart be such a good person?"

"I guess the cat scratched his portrait," Cohen advised. "But I don't want Filch to be on his mind. I really don't know why he would want to find me..."

"Maybe your deeds last year were more dazzling." Hermione said. She was not so crazy about Lockhart now - because in Lockhart's class, the crazy elf almost bit off Neville's ear, and the professor didn't care about anything and ran away first.

"You're the first person in your first year to receive the Special Contribution Award for the school."

"No bonus..." Cohen was going over the past. "My life is only worth a trophy that I can't take home! I will always remember that Dumbledore owes me a thousand Galleons..."

They followed the main group upstairs - passing the corridor where Mrs. Norris was.

"what!!!"

A Ravenclaw girl at the front of the line screamed—because of the bright red writing on the wall and Mrs. Norris's "corpse" that looked like it was frozen stiff.

"Please give way!"

Professors Lockhart and others heard the screams and happily moved forward with the other professors.

His office was downstairs, but he followed the crowd up anyway - the reason was obvious: he wanted to admire his work and see what Cohen looked like when he was seen as the "murderer."

But his smile froze as he passed Cohen in the crowd.

"hello?"

Cohen gave him a small wave and a cute smile.

"..."

Lockhart's expression changed drastically—the color was draining from his face.

Cohen didn't come here early as requested in the letter. No, that's not right... the students should have seen the words on the wall. Why did Cohen act so calm after seeing his own name - even... happy?
He found out?!
Panicked, Lockhart pushed aside other students who were blocking his way and scrambled to get to the front.

He saw that where Cohen's name should have been, the name "Lockhart" was written.

"Professor? Did you do this?" the girl who screamed first asked Lockhart uncertainly.

"Of course not!" Lockhart denied it flatly, but his face was as white as marble, as if the basilisk was glaring at him instead of Mrs. Norris.

"What's going on? What happened? Get out of the way!"

Filch grunted as he made his way through the tumult of students, and then he saw Mrs. Norris.

He stumbled, as if he could not stand, and grabbed his face in fear.

"My cat! My cat!" Filch screamed indescribably. "What happened to Mrs. Norris?!"

His eyes were searching for clues about the murderer - then he saw the words on the wall and the cursive signature on it.

"Lockhart..." Filch moved his lips and muttered in an almost inaudible voice.

He turned stiffly to look at Lockhart, who had retreated into the crowd.

Filch wanted to get angry - but the other party was a real professor, and he was just a Squib - what could he do? Fight the professor with a bayonet?

In the end, confusion and resentment could only be conveyed through his eyes, and Filch was about to cry.

(End of this chapter)