Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 132 Where Mundungus's stolen goods went

"Ouch!"

Mundungus covered his eyes and cried out,
"My eyes—who wiped my eyes with their hands!"

"As long as he's alive, his eyes and stuff don't matter," Cohen said.

"Who?" Mundungus opened his eyes with difficulty. The blurry scene in his eyes began to become real, and then he found that there was a little boy in front of him who looked about eleven or twelve years old.

"Ah, child—" Mundungus tried to act like a kind elder, "Did you save me? Thank you—you may not believe this, but I was just bitten by an owl..."

Mundungus looked around and saw that this place looked like a living room - a wooden room with nothing of value...

Wait, that pile of scales next to the stove are... fire dragon scales?
There were also things scattered on the ground that looked like unicorn hair, but the color was a little off...

It doesn't seem very poor -

Until Mundungus saw the Count standing on a bird stand against the wall.

"That owl!"

Mundungus screamed and immediately hid behind Cohen.

"Look out - are your parents here? Call them quickly, there's something wrong with this owl - where's my wand?"

"Are you looking for this?" Cohen distanced himself from Mundungus and waved his other wand.

"Yes!" Mundungus stretched out his hand toward Cohen in surprise, but he froze halfway.

Because the child was already standing next to the owl, and they didn't look like they would attack each other at all.

"You're... in the same group?" Mundungus said with difficulty. "But you're a child—a student? Or... Polyjuice Potion?"

"Twelve, thank you," Cohen said politely. "So I had you kidnapped by an owl, which fits my identity perfectly."

Whose owl would kidnap a wizard?
Mundungus felt as though he were in trouble—something far bigger than the Ministry of Magic.

"Cohen Norton, or should I use my old name, Cohen Bock." Cohen looked into Mundungus's eyes, which were filled with the desire to escape. "Do you remember me? The thief from eleven years ago?"

"You're—wait—the…" Mundungus swallowed.

He remembered the name, the horrible experimental subject of the Burke family, who killed almost all living things in the entire manor as soon as he was born. It was also thanks to this experimental subject that he was able to sell a lot of money after stealing things from the basement.

"How do you know me……"

"The unicorn told me." Cohen raised his eyebrows.

"Damn it! I should have stolen that weird unicorn too—" muttered Mundungus.

"What did you say?" Cohen's face suddenly changed. "You still want to be a mother-thief?!"

"No—I didn't—" Mundungus waved his hands quickly, his face pale, and said, "I didn't mean to steal your mother—"

Suddenly, Mundungus had a good-old idea for escape.

"Dumbledore? Why are you here..."

Mundungus suddenly looked behind Cohen.

Knowing it was fake, Cohen was not worried about Mundungus escaping.

Without a wand, and without going out he would run into—

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Mundungus let out a piercing scream as he opened the door.

Norbert just put his head close to the door and opened his mouth slightly, and the bald thief was frightened and fainted.

"Clear water is like a spring."

Cohen dragged him back to the living room and closed the door, because Norbert was trying to join in the fun, although he couldn't squeeze in at all.

"Hmm—Hmm—"

Mundungus was awakened by the water.

"Still running away?"

Cohen asked kindly.

"No, I won't run away..." Mundungus swallowed his saliva as he listened to Norbert's scratching outside the door.

"That's good." Cohen sat down on the sofa with satisfaction. "I ask questions, you answer them."

"Okay, okay..." Mundungus nodded quickly.

If it were any other ordinary little wizard, Mundungus wouldn't even look at them - even if his wand was in the other person's hand, he could just snatch it away with the strength and means of an adult.

What could a little wizard of this size do? At most, the tip of his wand could emit some sparks, which could burn a hole in his clothes.

But this was Cohen, the fucking monster who had been able to massacre over three hundred people since he was a kid—and now that he was twelve, he might be even more outrageous.

At that time, he felt that Dumbledore's choice of "raising the child well and giving him love and affection" was a huge mistake, so he directly severed ties with the group of people in the Order of the Phoenix, hoping that the little guy would not drag himself into it if he went crazy in the future.

But now it seems... I still can't escape.

"What did you steal from the laboratory eleven years ago?" Cohen saw the anger and fear in Mundungus's body, but it didn't matter. His memory would be changed by Cohen in the end.

Cohen was now checking his memory and asking about the contents. Mundungus was not a high-level wizard who could block the brain, otherwise he would not do petty thefts all day long.

"Some experimental records, a pile of books, instruments, potions, animal corpses and so on..." Mundungus racked his brains to recall.

"Why did you steal these things?" Cohen demanded. "Who ordered you to do so?"

Mundungus paused for a second or two. "Dumbledore! Dumbledore told me to steal it!" Mundungus said immediately.

"Really?" Cohen narrowed his eyes.

"It's absolutely true—" Mundungus assured.

Cohen twitched his nose and moved closer to him with a sinister look.

"But why do I smell a lie?"

With Cohen, a Dementor-shaped lie detector, and Legilimency always on, it was easy to tell whether Mundungus was lying.

Coin's exploration of Mundungus's memories was limited by a spell, a secrecy spell, but not to the extent of a Fidelius Charm or an Unbreakable Vow.

It would cost Mundungus something to reveal the name of his trade partner, and it was clear that he didn't want to say it.

"Really, it's really Dumbledore..."

Mundungus was still lying, and his tearful appearance might seem pitiful to outsiders, but unfortunately, Cohen was a Dementor, and all the conscience he had accumulated over the year had just been spent at Christmas.

"Dumbledore asked me to investigate you—send the information to him—he's worried about you..."

"I'm going to give you a hard time," Cohen sighed. "Mick, give him a hard time."

As Cohen finished speaking, a figure in a black cloak emerged from a pocket on the table.

Mundungus felt his breath catch.

Cold, cold in the soul.

A Dementor was floating towards him, and he didn't even have a wand - or rather, it wouldn't have been useful if he had, as his Patronus Charm had never worked properly.

"no no--"

Mundungus shuddered, for the Dementor Coin called "Mick" had floated in front of him and lifted its hood.

It was a face without a feature, and the place where the mouth was was like a bottomless black hole, and the surface was covered with transparent black gauze-like cloth.

He felt his soul flying out of his body involuntarily - he was going to die - damn, this damned secrecy spell, no curse was as terrible as death -

"I say! I say! I say..."

Mundungus shouted hurriedly.

"Mick, stop," Cohen commanded.

Mick shook his head and put his hood back on.

"What a cute little black cape," Cohen exclaimed.

"Cute?" The Count couldn't help but question.

"Is it, cute?" Mundungus asked tremblingly, trying hard to breathe the "living" air.

"That's not important. Keep going," Cohen said to Mundungus. "Who ordered you to steal the materials?"

"A... a small group called the 'Silver Key Gathering'..."

Mundungus stammered, trying to avoid the side effects of the broken secrecy charm.

But this little trick was useless - as his secret was exposed, a dense rash began to appear on his body, starting from his mouth and spreading to his entire face. The pain made it impossible for him to continue speaking.

curse?

Cursing in front of Cohen was a bit too ridiculous.

Just by touching Mundungus' forehead with his wand, the curse brought by the secrecy spell was dissolved by the liquid curse on Cohen's body.

If the creation of a liquid curse is like raising a Gu, then the side effects of the secrecy spell are barely even Gu.

"how did you do that?!"

Mundungus touched his skin which had suddenly returned to normal and asked in surprise,

"The curse is no longer effective?"

"That's pointless. Keep going." Cohen wanted to hear the rest of the story. "What is the Silver Key Gathering? Where is it? Why do they want the experimental logs from Burke Manor?"

"They're a small group doing magic research, I guess. I met them when I was smuggling some contraband that couldn't be seen in public..."

After the secrecy spell wore off, Mundungus felt less guilty about leaking the secret.

"I remember the last place I traded with them was number 77 in Knockturn Alley. It was ostensibly a shop selling dragon liver, but it actually had a large warehouse hidden underground and a bunch of locked rooms... but they never let me in."

"Did they say what they wanted the lab log for?" Cohen frowned.

"I overheard some... well, they mostly spoke in French, so I couldn't quite understand them," Mundungus said. "I did hear some English, like 'Magnum Opus' and 'Arrival'..."

Great work?

Is it something related to alchemy?
The Silver Key might also be an alchemist organization. There should be no alchemist who would not be attracted after knowing about the experiment in Bock Manor. Even Nick Flamel was full of curiosity about Cohen.

"Well... that's all I know..."

Mundungus asked cautiously,

"If you're alright, I'll leave..."

"Wait, you can't leave."

(End of this chapter)