Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 11 The Earl is summoned
In the blink of an eye, accompanied by a flash of fire, the Earl found himself in a spacious circular room, the walls of which were covered with portraits of headmasters and headmistresses.

He was sitting at a huge table, with a smiling old man with a white beard in front of him.

The Count saw a phoenix with bright red feathers perched on a bird stand nearby. Unfortunately, he liked birds smaller than himself - how would the upright apes describe it - lolicon?

"You know, I don't accept bestiality—"

The Earl reminded the old man.

"Ah, when you get older, it's easy for you to not understand these new words used by young people." Dumbledore was not angered by the Earl's offensive words, but instead laughed like Santa Claus.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your date."

"How sorry?" the Count asked, tilting his head.

"..."

Even Dumbledore didn't know how to answer the Earl at first.

"Hurry up and ask if you have any questions. This way, at least I have time to go to the fields and catch a field mouse. You wizards always like to procrastinate, so you never catch any mice."

"Even in the wizarding world, talking owls are rare." Dumbledore looked at the Earl through his half-moon lenses. "May I know your name? Perhaps I should introduce myself first. Albus Dumbledore."

"The Count is very hungry and wants to eat field mice," said the Count dryly.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a large, lively gray rat appeared on the table.

The count's eyes immediately sharpened, and he grabbed the mouse by the neck, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, Dumbledore did not care that his desk and the expensive silverware were stained with bright red rat blood.

"Well - you are much better than those little wizards who can only say 'I love you' -" the Earl ate heartily and said contentedly, "Since you are so sensible, I will grant you a wish. I can help you steal the underwear of that old man named Gellert Grindelwald -"

"In fact, my wish may be a little simpler than that." Dumbledore interrupted the Earl before he could finish.

Dao Yi Niao's eyes could not be hidden, but the Earl was obviously not so good at observing people's expressions.

This owl knows a little too much.jpg
"Oh?" The Count's head spun again. "You won't...oh——"

The Count showed an expression of sudden realization.

"I want to ask you three questions." Dumbledore did not react excessively to the Earl's teasing.

"Ask, you still owe me two field mice."

"Where are you from?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"From a damned bird's egg, of course, when I was no bigger than a field mouse," answered the Count. "And then the tree I lived in was cut down by an old fellow called John, so I took up residence at his house—he's about the same size as you, but a better character for the role—because he couldn't talk."

"Why did you come to Cohen?" Dumbledore continued.

"Are you the father of that little brat?" The count's huge eyes were filled with awe. "Cool--no, you've already--cool--you..."

The Count could think of no other adjectives, and finally said:
"People cannot, or at least should not..."

"Ten years ago, some wizards and I found Cohen in a dark magic laboratory." Dumbledore leaned back in an armchair, his nightgown embroidered with stars and moons. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary, tired old man. "This child is a w...experimental subject."

"You were going to say weapons, right? That brat is a real badass!"

The Count was instantly alert.

"People say you're a formidable wizard—will you cancel the Owl Purchase Contract? I'm leaving the Scottish Highlands—no—UK—no—Europe right now!" "Unfortunately, I don't know this spell." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "But there's no need to be so pessimistic about a child."

“It doesn’t matter where a person comes from; what matters is who he becomes.”

"Assuming he's a human being." The Count flapped his wings nervously. Before he knew it, the mouse bones and dried blood on the table had been swept away. "You shouldn't have killed him the moment you found him—"

The Count made a gesture of wiping his neck with his wings.

"The Aurors at the Ministry of Magic tried." Dumbledore sighed. "A terrible decision, but the good news is that Coin survived."

"Oh my God, I have to try to apply for the Owl Moon Landing Project." The Count smacked his lips. "Dementors shouldn't go to outer space - there are no memories or souls there."

"Cohen is a good boy," Dumbledore said seriously. "I hope you can help him."

"Thank God, I will soon be able to teach him to catch field mice." The count pecked his wings. "When he learns to catch field mice, I will teach him to deliver messages. He will definitely become an excellent owl - if he can grow wings and claws."

"Helping others doesn't require waving a wand or chanting a few spells." Dumbledore winked at the Earl. "Sometimes, help just requires companionship or a few comforting words from friends."

"Thank you for listening to an old man's nagging in the middle of the night."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the window of the Headmaster's office opened.

"Wait a minute——"

The Earl was about to fly away when he suddenly turned back and landed on Dumbledore's window.

"You traded that vole for three questions, and you didn't ask one."

It always felt that this person would make some fuss about this third question - the count swore that he would never eat any field mice given by the smiling old man in the future.

"Oh, I forgot to ask the third question."

Dumbledore gave an expression as if he had just remembered something.

"Want wool socks for Christmas?"

"..."

The Earl looked at the smiling Dumbledore with a stiff expression.

"You'd better mean it."

The Earl stuck out his butt and flew into the night sky.
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"Dumbledore seems like a good man..."

Cohen, in spirit form, watched everything unfold outside the principal's office.

It is not ruled out that this was a play specially performed for Cohen because Dumbledore knew that Cohen was watching all this - then this old man is a bit too boring.

Cohen had a feeling he wouldn't turn into some undead Dementor that slaughtered the world—wait…

Didn't Dumbledore say... that many Aurors had tried to kill Coin but failed?!

Or……

Cohen seemed to suddenly understand how his fragmented soul came to be complete.

No wonder Cohen absorbed the souls of more than 300 people when he was a child, but his soul integrity is still so low!
(End of this chapter)