Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 144 The Good Man of Hogwarts!
Dumbledore wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do for Coin to build such a box - in just one year, Coin had already collected three extremely dangerous creatures into the box, and Newt had never done so many when he was his age...

But if Cohen is not allowed to raise these animals for entertainment, it might cause even bigger trouble.

"Did you feel anything after seeing the basilisk?" Dumbledore asked. "Stiffness, dizziness, or difficulty breathing?"

"No." Cohen shook his head. "Do I need to react?"

"I think you may share some of its blood, Cohen," Dumbledore said cautiously. "A small amount of the basilisk's blood has made you immune to its glare. This is a side effect of that cruel experiment. Of course, this may help you a lot in the future."

"There might be more than just unicorns and basilisks—you need to be mentally prepared..."

"After encountering all sorts of magical creatures calling me their son, I was actually mentally prepared," Cohen said. "The amount of family love was so overwhelming—"

Dumbledore must be very envious, right?
The unavailable is always in a commotion, and the favored have no fear.

"It is more important to cherish what we still have than to cherish those things we desire but cannot obtain." Dumbledore said calmly, "I will not ask you to abandon or kill the newborn basilisk, but considering the safety of the students at Hogwarts, some protective measures must be taken for it."

"Like something like no-peeking alchemy sunglasses?" Cohen became interested. "Just to block their stares? This is the only thing the basilisk can't control..."

"Oh, I like that name," Dumbledore said with a grin. "Glare-proof Alchemical Sunglasses—Nichol always says he lacks creative names for his creations, but I think it's indeed possible. With the exception of the Unforgivable Curses, other spells can be resisted or deflected."

"Nicolas Flamel also made this thing?" asked Cohen.

"As far as I know, he hasn't made glasses for the basilisk, but you just mentioned that the basilisk's stare has no effect on you, and it does automatically harm those who hold the Silver Key..." Dumbledore said, "Perhaps we can think that if we can reflect the magic of the stare into the basilisk's eyes, this lethal spell will be lifted."

"Then here's the question." Cohen blinked a few times, "Should I put an armor charm on my glasses?"

Of course, alchemical tools are not something that can be made by simply putting a spell on an inanimate object.

The power of spells decayed, especially a spell like the Ironclad Charm—it required a constant infusion of magic, and it might not be able to withstand the basilisk's glare at all.

Alchemy and normal magic have completely different underlying logic. One relies on carvings and various magical substances, while the other relies on the wizard's blood instinct and emotional spells.

"A similar method," Dumbledore said, "but we don't have a ready-made 'production blueprint'."

"'Achieved great success in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel.'" Coin held down the little Thestral that had jumped into his arms. It looked like it wanted to go home because it couldn't chew the eagle-claw-like table legs in Dumbledore's office. "I have your Chocolate Frog card, Professor Dumbledore. Will you help me?"

"I'm afraid this homework assignment can only be done by you, Cohen." Dumbledore dug out an old notebook from the bottom of the bookshelf and dusted it off. "Here are my old alchemy notes. At that time, I was extremely interested in how to extract and replicate the magic in ancient props. Of course, the final result proved that I was still too arrogant and didn't understand this truth - precious things are often unique."

"Of course, I'm happy to help you to the best of my ability. This research is crucial. It not only concerns the safety of the little basilisk in the box, but also the safety of two other ancient creatures."

Dumbledore said meaningfully, then clapped his hands.

"Well, it's time to say goodbye to this late-night conversation. Go to bed early. There's no need to rush tonight. We still have plenty of time."

The door to the principal's office opened, but Cohen didn't leave.

"You're not going to make me crawl from the eighth floor to the first, walk across the grounds to take the Thestral back to Hagrid, and then huff and puff from the first floor back to the eighth floor to go back to the dormitory to sleep, are you?"

Cohen said in disbelief,

"Or after Fawkes had just whisked me from Hogsmeade Station to the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts?"
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"Small-sighted!" Cohen angrily cursed as he rushed downstairs with the little Thestral. "You don't have a card for a chocolate frog, and you get real cockroaches when you eat a pile of cockroaches!"

What do you mean Fawkes doesn't know where he went? No one would believe that. How could Dumbledore not know where his phoenix went?
Didn’t Cohen just leave school in the middle of the night, go to a cult meeting, cause a scene, and then bring back a little snake monster? Did he do something so evil?
This is naked revenge!
As expected, the older you get, the smaller your mind becomes...

The little thestral kept crying, and Cohen was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see it homeless.

Crossing the deserted castle and grounds, Cohen arrived at the door of Hagrid's house.

There were lights on inside, and Hagrid looked like he was doing some handicraft in the room.

"Boom boom boom!"

Cohen knocked on Hagrid's door.

"Who?"

After a moment, Hagrid opened the wooden door.
"Oh, Cohen—why are you so late? Oh my God, you should hurry back to the castle. It's too dangerous to hang around outside at this hour."

"I'm here to bring the little Thestral back. It's been captured by a group of cultists." Cohen turned sideways and showed the little Thestral following behind him. When it saw Hagrid, it flapped its wings a few times and made a whining sound.

"Oh - little fellow..." Hagrid showed a distressed expression after seeing the little Thestral. "No wonder those Thestrals are looking for it everywhere in the forest. It must have been born last year, poor child... I'll send it back to the Thestrals right away. The last time Wuwu (Hagrid's favorite Thestral) came, he looked so anxious. I thought his mate was sick..."

"Hagrid, what are you knitting?" Cohen asked, looking into the room.

A large pile of soft things lay on Hagrid's desk—what looked like some kind of smaller baby sweaters. "Small clothes for the mandrakes," Hagrid explained. "Professor Sprout's mandrakes are almost mature, and they need to start wearing clothes to keep warm and avoid fighting. The sweaters will keep them from biting each other, and once the mandrakes are fully mature, the two petrified people will be able to return to normal..."

"So soon?" Cohen remembered that the mandrake would have to wait until at least March or April - the progress seemed a little too fast.

"Thanks to Norbert," said Hagrid proudly. "I got some of Norbert's saliva, and it mixes with dragon droppings and it's very effective in making plants grow—"

"Don't say any more." Cohen stopped him immediately.

A little disgusting.

However, if the mandrake matures, the original plan will be disrupted, which may affect the "explosive ending" that Cohen has predetermined.

So we have to urge Voldemort a little bit and kill Harry as soon as possible.

Although Cohen will not help, he will cheer on the sidelines and provide emotional value to both sides.

Now that the little night watchman has arrived, there is no need for Cohen to stay here any longer.

There were no accidents on the way back to the dormitory.

With Filch petrified, night patrols were assigned to an external caretaker, Philipp von Braun.

He was very weak - even if he caught students wandering around at night, he would just give them a few simple words of advice and let them go.

Many students wanted him to stay, preferably to replace Filch.

Cohen didn't have much interaction with him because he didn't actually have any obvious violations of discipline, and Mr. von Braun wouldn't pay attention to what illegal creatures were in a student's box.

So far, so good – but when things are good, that's when people should be wary.

The most abnormal reality is "everything is normal".

"Where have you been?"

After returning to the dormitory, Cohen found that Harry and Ron were still awake. They were sitting and leaning against the back of the bed. It was unclear whether they had just woken up or had not slept yet.

"I went to look for the little Thestrals," said Cohen. "The Thestrals in the forest were looking for a lost Thestral from their pack. I found it for them."

"They must be very grateful to you," said Harry grimly.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Cohen took off his coat and got into his bed. The bed was very warm, and the house elves would heat the bottom of the bed regularly.

"Harry had a nightmare," said Ron. "We were just about to talk about it."

My roommate, Seamus, slept peacefully.

"We have to find a way to blow it up first..." Seamus muttered in a daze.

"What did you dream about? The monster in the secret room?" Cohen asked.

Half of Harry's nightmares were about Voldemort, which showed that Voldemort was very excited.

I guess the Idea King has come up with a new idea.

"I dreamt of a big, dark room," said Harry. "It had these big, scary yellow eyes - so dark I could just make out fangs and some green scales - and it lunged at me, and then I woke up."

"It's just a nightmare," Ron said soothingly.

"It's just a reptile with fangs," Cohen consoled. "At least it's not in our dorm now."

dormitory……

Harry looked towards Coin's bed.

What I saw in my dream...was it a secret room?
According to Cohen, the monster that sneaked into the dormitory that time also had scales?

Why did the monster in the secret room climb into Cohen's bed? Or... is Cohen really related to these attacks?

Harry shook his head.

"You're right, it was just a dream..."

(End of this chapter)