Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 131 Divination
Is it someone who has a very comfortable life and wants to take advantage of Cohen?

Only after the magical fluctuations in the box disappeared did Cohen let the count throw it into the trash can on the roadside outside the window.

Someone started following me when I was in school. The gift that suddenly appeared this time was probably done by that stalker or his accomplices.

"Were you a spy in your previous life?" asked the Count.

"My code name in my previous life was 007," Cohen joked. "You brought back Hagrid and Dumbledore's gifts together, right?"

"You think this thing was stuffed into my mouth when I was in the Scottish Highlands?" The Earl asked in confusion, "But I didn't stop at all during the journey—"

"They can fly." Cohen shook his head. "I saw that figure fly down from the fourth floor."

"I thought you would just pounce and catch the man - you know, Dementors fly very fast." asked the Count.

"Because I'm lazy."

Cohen put it bluntly:

"Why does every riddle maker think that if they just make a bunch of brain teasers people will just be stupid enough to solve them?"

There was no need to solve the riddle; the Riddlers would certainly be desperate to get Cohen to the Cairngorms before January 31st.
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The next morning, the festive atmosphere had already filled the house, with Christmas decorations everywhere. Edward was busy with this for a long time.

After getting drunk on fruit wine, Grandma Martha enthusiastically made a crystal ball prediction for the whole family under the Christmas tree.

"Your grandmother loves this stuff." Edward leaned over to Cohen's ear and said, "She started predicting me every year when I was a kid, but she was never right."

Indeed, Martha's predictions were somewhat off the mark. For example, Rose would be pregnant with her second child this year ("I'm forty-three!" Rose said, rubbing her temples), Edward would get promoted and become rich, and Cohen...

"Will Cohen let me have a great-grandchild in the next few years?"

Martha's eyebrows knitted together.

"The crystal ball must be broken." Edward pulled Martha up from the cushions under the Christmas tree. "Cohen is only twelve years old - he couldn't give you a great-grandson even if he wanted to in the past few years..."

"But that's impossible..." Martha took another sip of her wine. "I've never made a mistake before..."

"When I was eight, your crystal ball told me I would become Minister of Magic." Edward pressed Martha onto the sofa. "Divination is always so unreliable—that's why I didn't learn it back then."

"That's because you have no ambition!" Martha pointed at Edward's nose and said, "The first thing you have to do when you become Minister of Magic is to gain weight. Look at you, you're as thin as a bamboo pole - if you don't know, you'd think we're abusing you..."

While they were chatting, Cohen moved closer to the crystal ball.

This magical creation was filled with fog. Cohen had never learned divination and didn't know how to clear the fog.

Is it just a smokescreen? Or is there really a future hidden in the fog?

Grandma Martha's last prophecy actually seems to be the most true - because Cohen...

Already having a "son" Mick, in a sense, Martha did have a great-grandson.

But as for the fact that "his great-grandson is a Dementor", Cohen felt it would be better not to say it out loud, lest the family be unable to accept it.

Cohen tried to input magic power, but something in the crystal ball blocked Cohen's way. If he went any deeper, it would shatter.

So it’s not a crude magical communication, but a more metaphysical way?

Cohen is extremely curious about the things that are vaguely visible in the fog, so he is trying to "clear the fog" in various ways.

Touch, swipe, tap...

Cohen tried various methods, but the lingering white mist did not dissipate, which made Cohen suspect that the divination crystal ball was a huge scam to increase the GDP of the wizarding world.

Just as Cohen was rubbing it out of boredom - suddenly, Cohen felt as if he had rubbed away the mist for a moment.

The liquid white mist in the crystal ball dispersed to the edge like an explosion, revealing the scene of a dark small room. Inside, there was a short, bald man who was rummaging through a pile of wooden boxes looking for valuables, and then stuffing various gold and silver objects into his large cloth bag.

"Mundungus?"

Cohen stared straight at the picture in the crystal ball. No wonder the count couldn't find him. Mundungus must be stealing things everywhere these days. He insisted on working on Christmas. He was so dedicated.

So where is he?
Cohen rubbed the crystal ball randomly. Visibility in the room was very low, and he couldn't see anything that could indicate the location.

But as Cohen moves, the scene continues to pan, until the camera zooms in on the shops outside the house, the streets, and...

"Burlington Arcade W1-W7."

After knowing the location, Cohen immediately ran to his room.

"I found Mundungus."

"Ah?" the Earl asked sleepily, "Did he write to you? When..." "He'll go to this store in London tonight and steal something - a Muggle store at that. He really has no bottom line..." Cohen complained, "I saw the Christmas decorations and lit street lights on the street. It should be around seven or eight o'clock in the evening. The shops are all closed. It's a perfect time for him to steal, and also a perfect time for you to kidnap him."

"Wait a minute... did you 'see' what happened tonight?" The Count suddenly lost all sleepiness. "How did you see it?"

"A crystal ball? What else could it be? A dream?" Cohen said. "Go to London tonight and take Mick with you. Catching Mundungus quickly and decisively, I'll ask him who he sold all that stolen goods from the lab to."

"I'll buy you some wine when you get back. Ten Galleons." Cohen added, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." The Count dozed off.

Cohen thought that the "prophecy" in the crystal ball was a blurry scene made up of mist. After all, tea leaf divination is similar. But this time, Cohen was a little surprised to suddenly see the real image scene from the ball.

And after telling the Earl about Mundungus's future location, Cohen began to try out the Christmas gift that Martha gave him - a brand new divination crystal ball.

But unfortunately, this time, no matter how Cohen rubbed it, it didn't show any similar changes.

It was like some kind of "prophecy charge" had been consumed and would take some time to recover.

"That's it?"

Cohen said with some disappointment after going up and down the stairs to confirm this.

However, the "prophecies" in this world are still very important, and the probability of encountering a true prophecy is not high. After all, even Sybill Trelawney, a descendant of the great prophet Cassandra, cannot enter the prophecy state twice a day.

It makes sense to think this way. Just as one cannot apply glue twice in a row, so one cannot make two predictions in one day.

Cohen spent the rest of Christmas Day watching TV, chatting and eating with his family. There was heavy snow outside, and the stove in the house was very warm. Everything was harmonious.

It's just that Grandma Martha talks too much and keeps asking about Cohen's grades in school and whether he has a boyfriend.

"I'm only twelve, in second grade!" Cohen struggled when Martha asked him for the seventh time if he had a girl he liked. "Grandma, this is illegal..."

"It's also immoral," Rose defended Cohen. "They are too young. They don't even know what love is."

However, Edward rarely stood on the same front with Martha on this issue.

"Don't forget, Rose," Edward said reasonably, "we talked about it when we first started school -"

"We were just acquaintances then," Rose corrected. "Our first date was in fourth grade, and you waited four whole years before you dared to ask me out for a walk."

When the topic of his studies and love life turned to him too early, Cohen knew he had to find a way to leave.

"I'm so sleepy!" Cohen pretended to yawn, even though it was only a little after eight o'clock. "I didn't sleep last night because I was waiting for Christmas presents."

Martha let Cohen go with a broken heart.

When Cohen returned to his bedroom, the count happened to fly back from London.

"You should have seen it," the Count said passionately. "When he saw me throw a spell at him it was like seeing a **** **** pull out of her vagina—"

"You don't have to say any more," Cohen stopped him. "No one thinks that about owls."

"That's a figure of speech!" The Count unloaded the paw bag containing Mundungus onto the table.

Cohen checked to see if the Count had caught the wrong person, then he and the Count got into the box with the bag.

There was no way an interrogation could be conducted in the privacy of one's bedroom, especially at Christmas time.

What if Edward or Rose broke in? It was too shocking to find her son in the same room with a bald thief on Christmas Eve.

As soon as he entered the box, Cohen was entangled by the cheerful Norbert.

It was taken care of too well by Hagrid - its appetite was almost three times what Cohen had fed it before. It might be because the dwarf pig monsters reproduced too quickly, or it might be because of Hagrid's superpowers.

"Hiss Liu~"

As Norbert was rubbing, he suddenly licked Cohen's face.

"Back off." Cohen moved Norbert's head away. Cohen's strength was certainly not enough, but Norbert's obedience to Cohen was terrifying. "I have something important to do tonight. I don't have time to play with you."

Norbert obediently lay down at the door of the cabin, wagging his tail. It was now almost as big as the first floor of the cabin, and the tail wagging up and down made the ground rattle.

After entering the house, Cohen poured Mundungus out. Mick didn't do anything to him. His soul and emotions were intact - the little Dementor was so stable that he didn't seem like a Dementor anymore.

"The curse stops immediately."

Cohen cast a spell to break the spell at Mundungus, who was lying stiffly on the ground. The man's expression before being frozen was so surprised that it seemed as if his eyes were about to pop out - so when the spell was lifted, he rubbed his eyes frantically and cried out in pain.

(End of this chapter)