Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 123 Colin, you don't listen to advice

"You don't have to take this so seriously..." Cohen said, "Even if I don't resurrect him, he will find a way to resurrect himself. Do you think people who make so many Horcruxes for eternal life are just bored and want to spend their whole lives wandering around as a ghost?"

"Really?" the Count asked suspiciously, "Is your ultimate goal really to kill him?"

"No," Cohen said bluntly, "I just wanted to have some fun with him. You don't think I would really use my blood on the body I built for him - he couldn't stand those liquid curses."

"then you……"

"I'm just trying to make him happy this time. I'm a Dementor. Have you ever seen a Dementor keep his word?"

Cohen said confidently,

"But the resurrection plan is real. I'm going to add some ingredients to his body so that he can be more obedient."

In two years, he could raise his soul strength to fifty at least. When Voldemort was resurrected, he would definitely turn against him - then Cohen would have two choices.

The first option is to kill Voldemort's main soul directly to avoid any more troubles and increase his goodwill points, but Cohen will have to fight in the wizarding world on his own.

The second option is to control Voldemort with both soul and body, and use Voldemort's power to cause trouble - then increase the sin value and goodwill value, clear the store, and finally kill Voldemort and become the Minister of Magic.

No matter how you think about it, the second option is better.

"Even owls had a hard time when he was around," the Earl reminded. "We had to be very nervous when delivering letters, fearing that some crazy dark wizard would raise his hand and use a spell to shoot down an owl holding a letter -"

"Don't worry, just use your wand to fight them."

Cohen encouraged jokingly.

His attention was now focused on the basilisk blood vapor in the flask, and it seemed as if he had separated the magic part entirely.

Cohen used his wand to draw the magic power and put it into two small transparent bottles.

After labeling the old basilisk and Sissoko, Cohen started the next step, which was also the most troublesome step -

Separate the chaotic different kinds of magic inside and carefully look for the differences between the two types of blood.

It's like pulling out threads of different colors from a ball of thread, and then arranging them neatly one by one.

Extremely time-consuming.

By the time Cohen separated all the different types of magic into small bottles, it was almost dinner time.

Let’s put off the work until tomorrow!

It would be a bit strange not to attend the dinner at this time. Anyway, Voldemort had already admitted his mistake, and Cohen would not be framed.

The next person to arrive at the "framed" battlefield was Harry!
"Harry's arm wasn't healed?"

Coin asked the unhappy Hermione and Ron at the dinner table.

"No," said Ron angrily. "It's all Lockhart's fault. Harry's arm was only broken - he cast a Healing Spell and the whole bone in Harry's arm disappeared!"

"What kind of spell is this..." Cohen scratched his chin. "It looks quite aggressive—if it's used against..."

No, there are no bones there.

"He's just a fool who's obsessed with showing off!"

Hermione's impression of Lockhart was getting worse. Ever since that day when Coin said that Lockhart dragged him to deal with Filch's cat, her fan filter for Lockhart had disappeared without a trace.

"Madame Pomfrey could have set the bone in a second, and now Harry has to spend the whole night in the hospital!"

"And we still have no idea who the heir of Slytherin is..." Ron turned his anger into appetite, eating a chicken drumstick in one bite, his mouth bulging as he spoke.

"It could really be Lockhart," Hermione suspected. "Maybe he's just pretending to be such a fool so people won't suspect him."

"That's possible," Cohen agreed. "He doesn't look like a quiet man."

At the dinner party, Lockhart was discussing his theories about the Chamber of Secrets. The topic had already reached a point where a student had opened the Chamber and released a rare monster, similar to a beholder, capable of petrifying anything. "He knows the beholder is a Muggle fantasy, right?"

Cohen remembered the eyeball monster hidden underground in the game box Edward had prepared for him. Cohen had been killed by it four times in a row, and he was so angry that he almost rushed into the box and killed the ugly monster himself.

"He's a half-blood." Seamus came over, "Just like me - his father is also a Muggle."

The topic spread to the other Gryffindor students.

"Slytherin's descendants wouldn't be willing to marry Muggles, right?" Dean Thomas speculated reasonably. "I heard they're all pure-blood lunatics..."

"that……"

A short Gryffindor freshman excitedly came over to where Cohen and the others were.

"You are good friends with Harry Potter, right?"

Cohen remembered him, Colin Creevey, who loved taking pictures and admired Harry. Cohen also remembered that he seemed to be one of the victims of the basilisk attack in the original book...

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Ron admitted.

"I—I wanted to get him some presents for his visit—" Colin said breathlessly, "so I wanted to ask you—what would he like?"

"You don't have to be so careful. Just give it to us and we'll give it to Harry for you." Cohen stretched out his hand.

"Just some snacks will do." Hermione patted Cohen's outstretched hand like an adult, and gave Cohen a serious look helplessly, "Please be more mature, Cohen..."

Maturity no longer feels young.

Cohen did not agree with Hermione's point of view. Twelve years old is the time for people to be sarcastic and disgust others while they are young, because they will be disgusted by others in the future.

Put aside your personal qualities and enjoy a life of immorality.

Colin did not give the gift to Cohen, perhaps because he did not believe that Cohen would pass the gift to Harry.

Don't listen to advice...

Cohen shook his head.

After dinner, Sissoko came with new news.

"It's time to take action..."

Sissoko said within the walls of the Room of Requirement.

"How did you find the Room of Requirement?!"

Cohen was a little surprised that Sissoko appeared here——

"You're here?" Sissoko muttered in confusion, "I can feel your presence..."

"Strange—I thought the Room of Requirement would expand into an independent space—turns out it's just a structure similar to the Traceless Extension Charm..." Cohen knocked on the wall where Sissoko was. "But that's not important. Who are they going to kill next?"

Voldemort still cares about what Coin said. He said before that the attacks should not be too frequent, not today or tomorrow, but now he suddenly changed his mind and attacked immediately.

"A little Gryffindor boy—what's his name? Ahem…"

"It's Creevey, right..." Cohen held his forehead and said, "Can you hear the name correctly?"

"The location seems to be on the second floor..." said Sissoko.

"I know the school hospital," Cohen said. "Good job. When?"

"When the school bell strikes ten..."

Sissoko hissed.

(End of this chapter)