Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 129 Grandma, grandma is here?

The day before Christmas,
Logically speaking, Christmas is a time for family reunions and people should have happy smiles on their faces.

"But why are you crying?"

Cohen was picked up by Edward at the station, but at this time before Christmas, Edward looked a little worried.

"Did your mother abuse you?"

"Your mother won't abuse me," Edward corrected him, then sighed, "because... well - you'll know when you get home..."

This doubt did not last long, because when Cohen returned to number 5, Privet Drive, he saw a strange old woman sitting on her sofa as soon as he entered the door.

Cohen quickly noticed an old suitcase at the door. The metal label on it had the name "Martha Norton" outlined in silk thread. It looked like...

grandmother? !
"Ah, is little Cohen back?"

The old woman was wearing a thick brown knitted sweater, and her face was full of wrinkles.

[Soul Strength: 37]

"Go meet your grandma, Cohen." Edward hung his coat on the hook at the door, leaned over and whispered in Cohen's ear, "Don't mention that I don't have a job..."

"???"

Cohen stared at Edward with wide eyes.

"But—what—"

"Little Cohen! Come let grandma see you!"

Martha opened her arms from a distance, and rushed over to hug Cohen with a vigorous step that didn't seem to be for someone in their seventies or eighties.
Senseless.

Cohen was carried to the sofa in the living room in confusion. Grandma Martha's scarf almost suffocated Cohen. If he was suffocated any longer, he would turn into a Dementor.

"Oh my God, look at you! What a lovely little angel..." Martha enthusiastically sorted out Cohen's clothes, which she had never intended to take good care of. "I can't believe it, Ed (Edward's nickname), you actually didn't let Charleson and I come to see him. Charleson is a little rigid in his thinking, but you didn't have to stay out of contact with us for so many years. At least you should write to me. I didn't object to your marriage back then..."

"I write letters!" Edward said, covering his face. "Three times a month!"

"You know your father has some mental issues," Martha lectured her son. "No Muggles dare come to the area where we live. The postman is always scared and runs away screaming by some terrifying hallucination. The Ministry of Magic comes to warn him once or twice a week. If your father hadn't had the certificate from St. Mungo's, he would have been arrested long ago. You should have used an owl, he likes to read newspapers. But there's no need to worry about all this now. Charleson finally doesn't have to worry about headaches and the black monster in the cellar..."

"You must have received it. Before he died, he said that the letters I wrote were all nonsense." Edward said with a bad face, "If he hadn't said Cohen at that time, I would have at least treated him with a good face while he was alive."

"Edward!" Rose growled. "For God's sake, Christmas!"

"?"

Cohen sat on the sofa and looked left and right, trying to read the current situation from the faces of the three people.

who am I?
where am I?
what happened?

Cohen was completely confused about the current situation because Edward and Rose had never told him about Edward's grandparents.

Grandma Martha's words were quite informative. She hoped Edward would find a secluded place to explain it to her privately later.

"I just stand by what I said that day." Edward rarely listened to Rose. "Not a single word of it is wrong."

"What about me? Ed? What about me?" Martha asked calmly. "Did you include me in that curse you said the other day? Because you didn't even look back at me. I was the one who cleaned up his cold body, a seventy-six-year-old—"

"Of course not!" Edward said immediately, "I was mad at him at the time - Mom, I'm sorry, but today is Christmas, and Cohen just got back..."

"Edward, I remember you were going to take Cohen to see the new chessboard you bought him?" Rose intervened. "Cohen also needs to put his luggage down."

Cohen only brought back boxes containing fire dragons and nightmares, which was not "a lot of luggage", and Edward would not buy a "new chessboard" because the wizarding world did not sell Dungeons & Dragons chessboards at all.

But everyone seemed to need a chance to relax, so Grandma Martha didn't continue.
"See you later, grandma?"

Cohen politely said goodbye to Grandma Martha before leaving. Since she called him a little angel, he had to do things that were in line with the behavior of a "little angel" to avoid casting a shadow over Christmas.

Grandma Martha touched Cohen's head lovingly, which was completely different from her attitude towards Edward.

Is it true that grandparents are closer than their grandparents that it is a universal axiom?
"Edward is usually very restrained, but regarding the Charleson incident..." Rose was explaining to Martha why Edward suddenly lost his temper. For Cohen, this was a bit... too real.

Whether in his previous life or this life, Cohen had never experienced such a feeling, because there was no "grandmother" in the orphanage who would quarrel with "father". The director of the orphanage was a serious old man, and the seriousness of the manager meant that life in the orphanage was full of boredom and rules.

"She always manages to annoy me in unexpected ways..."

After entering Cohen's room on the second floor, Edward said with a headache:

"Your grandma wasn't like this before..."

"Because you've been with Grandpa for so long?" Cohen said casually. "I just heard Grandma Martha say that Grandpa has mental problems—is this a secret? Or do you plan to tell me about what happened in the past later?"

"It's not really a secret..." Edward sat heavily on Cohen's bed. "Your grandfather's name is Charles Norton, who is—wait, did we mention your grandmother's name?"

"I saw her name on the box at her door," Cohen said. "If you want to survive at Hogwarts, you must master some survival skills. So, what's the conflict between you and Grandpa? Why doesn't he allow you to marry Mom?"

"That alone doesn't make me that angry," Edward said. "Twelve years ago, when your mother and I—er, wanted to adopt you, your grandfather rushed to our house angrily and tried desperately to stop it..."

"Maybe it's because he has a different view on adoption than others." Edward added without waiting for Cohen to reply, "He said some inappropriate things at the time, and I was young and hot-tempered, so I couldn't stand it. I immediately rushed up to him and started a fight—"

"What's the result?" Cohen asked curiously, "Who won?"

"I didn't hit him," Edward confessed. "He used his wand—I swear it wasn't a fair fight—"

"Which wizard fights with fists?" Cohen said, covering his face. "But in the end, you adopted me anyway. Didn't grandpa stop you?"

"Because Rose stood in front of you. Your mother is very powerful. She stopped him with just a few spells. He left cursing at that time, and we haven't been in touch since then." Edward said.

"When did he go crazy?" Cohen continued, "I also heard 'headache' and 'black monster in the cellar'..."

"I guess it was around that time. Your grandmother said he started to become a little neurotic twelve years ago," Edward said. "I don't know what happened, but he had headaches every night and kept claiming there was a huge black monster in his cellar."

"What if there really is a giant monster?" Cohen frowned.

"Don't be silly. I grew up there, and there's no cellar there." Edward raised his eyebrows. "And they've had a lot of people who specialize in studying magical creatures check it out. There's no cellar, and there's no giant black monster hiding in there. If you're curious about it, I can take you back to grandma's house during the summer vacation to see it, but don't get your hopes up. If there is a monster, Martha will see it within ten years. She's not crazy."

Cohen didn't think the huge black monster hiding in the cellar was Grandpa Charleson's imagination - especially since he went crazy in the same year that the experiment ended.

Two creatures escaped from the laboratory, one was the basilisk Sissoko, and the other...

“And you know what’s most inexplicable?” Edward recalled. “Every time I wrote to Martha he’d write back a bunch of insults, as if he didn’t even think I was his only son—he didn’t even say a single nice thing about me before he died.”

"Maybe this is a way of loving you," Cohen speculated. "Love is tough. He must love you to death every time he writes you a bunch of curse words."

"Ha, then I'll write to you next time too?" Edward said gloomily.

"That's fine. I often don't dare to communicate with my classmates because I'm not good at talking. You can be my swear word library." Cohen nodded.

"Rose will kill me," Edward refused. "And you'll lose your father."

"Speaking of this... actually, I don't know..." Cohen blinked a few times.

"I thought—wait…when you say 'no' you mean…"

Edward was stunned.

What does it mean, what does 'actually I don't know' mean?
"I'm not sure if you can accept this thing, but Dumbledore told me to tell you in advance. After all, I'm going to bring it home..." Cohen was stacking armor. "It might make you feel uncomfortable. After all, your status is equal to that of another species..."

“‘It’?!”

The confusion in Edward's eyes grew even more intense.

"Remember the experiment?" Cohen said. "The one that created me?"

"Don't--" Edward seemed to have guessed the result and groaned with some resistance.

"There are some amazing animals that want to join the family," Cohen said.

(End of this chapter)