Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 138 Little Yeqi Looking for Mom
Sissoko left satisfied.

Maybe the researcher who was responsible for chatting with it in the laboratory before would give it a gift on its birthday - before this, Cohen really didn't expect that a snake would ask him for a birthday present.

Yali doesn't have this habit.

But since he had decided to give Sissoko a birthday present, Cohen planned to give Ali similar treatment - of course, not giving it a little nightmare. Cohen didn't want to deliberately kill a little unicorn for the nightmare experiment. Those little unicorns were still very cute when they rolled around in Cohen's arms.

"Wouldn't it be a bit boring to stay here all the time?"

Cohen returned to the box and found Ali in the study.

【A little bit.】

Yali was half lying on the floor. It looked like she often walked outside.

[That dragon is dumber than an owl. It almost bit me last time—luckily I dodged quickly, otherwise your stupid dragon would have died.]

If it's Norbert...it seems normal.

Especially the adolescent female dragon, Norbert has been very energetic recently and urgently needs Cohen to bring back another male dragon.

"It has always had poor eyesight, but that doesn't matter. The unicorns in the forest miss you very much." Cohen said, "I can send you there secretly. Hagrid doesn't visit them often."

Yali nodded.

Living with unicorns is obviously much better than living with a stupid dragon, and he has a big plan.
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When they arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Cohen did not see Hagrid, and the house seemed to be closed. The hound Fang was left outside to guard the door.

The Thestrals were still scattered around, searching for something. Cohen saw two of them as soon as he entered the Forbidden Forest.

Just like last time, the two Thestrals came over and tried to lick Cohen's face - it seemed like a Thestrals' greeting.

But Cohen dodged them one by one and hid directly behind Yali.

Although the Thestrals would come to greet Cohen when they met him, their target was probably not him.

Because after that, they were still searching in the forest, under fallen tree trunks, in dense bushes, and even in holes in the ground, calling out something with their sharp hissing sounds.

"What are they looking for?"

Cohen frowned and asked Yali.

[Children, they are looking for children in the tribe. Some children are missing.]

Yali looked in the direction of one of the Thestrals with the whites of her eyes.

"Damn it! Why can't I understand what they're saying?" Cohen said uncomfortably. "I can even understand unicorn language!"

[Because you are... a bastard?]

Yali asked, tilting her head.

“Don’t be so direct,” Cohen said with a sullen face. “That’s so disrespectful.”

【…】

Yali tried hard to find the words to describe this in her mind, but she couldn't find any.

Then use the words that owls often say.

【Just practice cooking more. 】

"I'm sad. I'm going to have a fight with someone outside, the kind that brings my mother."

Cohen said sadly.

【No one should say anything about anyone else.】

Yali said unhappily.

However, the disappearance of the Thestrals was indeed very suspicious. They were almost free to walk around in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid fed them every day, so there was no need to risk hunting them.

Only wizards would steal their children.

Cohen remembered that abnormalities appeared in the Thestrals' community when school started, which meant that the little Thestrals had disappeared a long time ago.

When something goes wrong, the blame is placed on every possible suspect, such as Voldemort who is looking for possessed creatures, Sissoko the basilisk who sneaks into the school, and the Silver Key Gathering that has appeared frequently recently.

Especially the Silver Key Gathering, they want to carry out a "Gu Raising Plan" to put various monsters and humans together, then Ye Qi seems to be a good choice.

But why didn't they choose adult Thestrals, but young Thestrals?
"So it's because you can't beat the adult Yeqi?"

However, the brutal fight with magical creatures will definitely not begin until the end of the month. They have to meet the prerequisite of "a moonless night", and the little basilisk will not be hatched until that day.

Little Yeqi can still be saved, so it's not a big problem.

After arriving at the unicorn habitat with Ali, the unicorns welcomed Cohen warmly as usual.

Hagrid was very successful in getting them to stop drinking. At least Cohen didn't see any unicorn fall drunk.

The unicorn leader was a little too nice to Cohen, stuffing him with fresh grass and giving him hidden sugar cubes, and kept telling Cohen that he would definitely take good care of Yali - as if it couldn't wait to get Cohen away.

"Stay here and don't corrupt them."

Cohen reminded Yali before leaving.

"Don't drink—"

Yali repeatedly assured her that she would not drink again. According to her, after such a long period of training, her will is now extremely strong.

Is everything going a little too smoothly?
After leaving the Forbidden Forest, Cohen felt something was wrong the more he thought about it.

Cohen always felt that this group of unicorns seemed to have had some secret plan with Yali.

But wasn't it too cliché to drink secretly again? Cohen frowned, realizing that things weren't simple. But he could leave these matters to Hagrid and the centaurs for now. He had more important things to do, such as preparing for the Silver Key fan meeting at the end of the month and discussing the attack with Voldemort.

Malfoy had also returned to school and secretly sent a letter to Cohen after dinner.

[8 o'clock, Charms, third classroom in the corridor]

It looked suspicious to outsiders—but Cohen felt that Malfoy didn't need to go, as only Voldemort's spirit was waiting there. At the appointed time, Cohen walked into the classroom invisibly.

It was empty, with only Voldemort's soul here, and he was in an old book.

He really enjoys being a portable grandpa.

"Any new plans?"

Cohen took a look at the surroundings. It was safe for the time being. There were no portraits, no monitoring magic, and no unknown old English Nantong draft with a soul strength of 99 points.

"The basilisk is hibernating...it can't attack recently..."

Voldemort's face appeared on the page.

"How's things going with Harry Potter?"

"They're planning to investigate Draco," Cohen said. "His acting isn't very good, and his personality has changed so much. I think Dumbledore should have noticed it too. This old man is so smart..."

"I need to consider changing someone to do this..." Voldemort asked, "But it can't be you... I remember that the Nott family is also my subordinate... Maybe I can try the child named Theodore Nott..."

"That's up to you," Cohen said. "How long does it take for the basilisk to wake up?"

"It should be in February..." Voldemort's voice was a little weak. "If he succeeds a few more times, Dumbledore will be kicked out... I will ask Draco to ask his father - but not in my name. I don't trust Lucius..."

You are willing to show yourself before the servant’s children but not before the servant, Hajiv, you fellow…

"February is fine. I have to go out for something at the end of January. If the timings clash, it'll be easy to be misunderstood." Cohen nodded. "How are you planning to frame Harry? I'll lure Harry over there—well, why don't we just make Harry the target of the attack?"

“He won’t die so easily,” Voldemort said. “The magic in him can allow him to fight the basilisk for a while. He is very weak, and the protective magic has shaped him. If he delays for a while, Dumbledore will come. He has spies everywhere in this school…”

"Okay..." Cohen said, pretending to be disappointed.

"Wait...what are you going to do at the end of January?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

"Murder! My hands are itching to fight."

Cohen was blunt.

"!"

Voldemort's flat face was filled with three parts of surprise, three parts of joy, and four parts of relief that this boy was teachable.

"I've been approached by a group called the Silver Key Coven," said Coin. "Have you heard of them?"

"No, you're not even qualified to be my Death Eater," Voldemort said arrogantly. "Why are they looking for you? Do they know your identity? Or..."

"I don't know," Cohen said.

"Don't you know you're going to kill them?" Voldemort's eyes narrowed.

"As I said, my hands were itching to start a fight, and they just happened to show up when I was feeling like fighting."

Cohen said obediently,

"It's enough for me to have one partner. Didn't I say that last year? I'm super loyal. Since they're not yours, I'll just kill them."

"..."

Voldemort said nothing further.

Violence, bloodthirstiness, cruelty...

Dumbledore must have been completely blind to let this little thing run around in Hogwarts.

But the good news is that this little guy trusts himself very much - and Voldemort is the best at taking advantage of people's trust.

"You are excellent... Cohen..." Voldemort praised seductively, "The Ministry of Magic will eventually be yours. When the time comes, I will help you seize power and kill Dumbledore. Then the world will belong to us..."

"Okay, okay."

Cohen agreed.

The pleasant plan briefing ended here, and Cohen left the book here because Voldemort said Malfoy would come back to pick it up later.

Without Quirrell to share his soul and body with him, and to help him prolong his life with unicorn blood, Voldemort's current condition is worse than that of a wandering spirit, and even his vision is severely limited.

But as he said, at least he was still alive.

But Cohen felt that it would be better to die. He had no parents, no brothers or sisters, and even no wife who loved him.

He's over sixty years old, tsk tsk tsk...

On his way up the stairs, Coin ran into Hermione.

"Cohen..." Hermione called out to Cohen, "Just now when I was in the library, a senior student slipped a letter to me."

She pulled out a letter from between the thick books in her arms.

Cohen saw the title of the book she was carrying: Monsters of Legend and Their Characteristics.

Hermione should be able to find out about the basilisk soon.

"Whose letter? Dumbledore?" Cohen raised his eyebrows.

It wasn't Dumbledore. Cohen knew who it was just by looking at the pattern on the envelope.

It was a silver, antique key pattern.

It was obvious that they were really afraid that Cohen would choose not to participate in their Gu-raising activity.

"Is this some kind of club?" Hermione asked curiously. "I saw that senior girl had a badge on her clothes. The pattern was exactly the same as the one in the letter."

"A criminal gang. I read about them in the newspaper. They kidnapped someone a few days ago," Cohen said. "They're probably looking for their next target."

(End of this chapter)