Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 149 Dumbledore! This school belongs to us!
Because of the number of basilisks, it is actually difficult for many mice to see a basilisk in their short lives, let alone survive after seeing a basilisk with their own eyes - this mouse has already stood at the pinnacle of the mouse world.

Cohen felt that this was the ultimate reason why the mouse was so peaceful, as if dead.

“It seems to be very successful.”

Cohen dropped the mouse to the ground, and it immediately took off running—before the larger man and the even larger snake could get a hold of it—but it was clearly running in the wrong direction.

The little basilisk caught it in one bite, and the mouse stopped struggling without even needing venom. The little basilisk was not wearing glasses.

"I added another feature," Cohen reminded him. "Wait a minute—I need to test it—"

As he spoke, Cohen drew his wand.

By simply changing the flow of magic power, Sissoko's glasses could be temporarily rendered ineffective—in other words...

Cohen pulled out a second rat.

This time it died as soon as it was taken out.

"A great success!" Cohen said with satisfaction, and threw the second mouse to the little basilisk under the table.

In the remaining time, Cohen made two pairs of lenses in the same way and installed them on the old and young basilisks.

"Now the whole family is complete." Cohen nodded.

And from the outside it looks no different than when it's not wearing glasses, so no one would pay close attention to the basilisk's eyes - they wouldn't even have time to hide.

"Remember, Defense Against the Dark Arts class ends at 11 o'clock tomorrow. Although you don't have to listen to Voldemort now, you still have to do this part." Cohen said, "I will give you a petrification spell, which has the same effect - the key is to put all the blame for your harm on Voldemort, and then make Harry sympathize with you, and finally regain your freedom."

"Thank you..." the old basilisk said to Cohen in a deep voice, "Cohen."

"Thank you..." the little basilisk followed suit and said to Cohen, "Dad."

Parrot others, but stick to your original principles.

"I'm your father," Sissoko corrected him patiently. "He's your brother."

"Okay, Mom!" the little basilisk agreed.

"And Sissoko, do you understand the plan for our next meeting?" Cohen confirmed with Sissoko in a veiled manner. "We must also put on a big show... so that I can continue to be Voldemort's fake ally."

"I understand," Sissoko agreed. "Then the little one will stay with you. I can live with you tomorrow, right?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, that's the case."

Cohen nodded.
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On Wednesday morning, during the only Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart was still working on his "drama class" which had no teaching significance at all. All the interesting scenes in his book had been performed, so in the last few classes he had been choosing some very ordinary themes to act out with Harry and Hermione.

And this was why Coin was certain Hermione would be kept in this class.

She had reached the point of having enough of Lockhart, and she decided to expose Lockhart's lies after this class - a wizard who knew no magic should not be misleading students here.

"You guys go eat first."

Before get out of class ended, Hermione said to Cohen and the other two:

"I need to tell Lockhart something. If you were here too, the punishment might be tripled."

"You mean detention?" Ron said in disbelief. "Impossible. Lockhart likes you the most. Even though you say you don't like him, you're the only one who gets full marks on his narcissistic papers."

"That's because I read all his fantasy novels at the beginning of the term!" Hermione growled. "I couldn't stand getting a zero on the paper."

"This is obsessive-compulsive disorder and needs treatment," Cohen reminded.

However, Harry and Ron agreed to Hermione's arrangement. Harry had the Quidditch final to attend and Ron was lazy, so they both had to avoid any behavior that might result in detention.

After class, Hermione stayed here alone to look for Lockhart, Harry and Ron went to the Great Hall, and Cohen went to the toilet.

Going to the bathroom was just an excuse. Now Cohen had to rely on the invisibility cloak to go back, because the old basilisk's death glare was now unusable, and Cohen had to cast a spell on the two of them.

Cohen turned back after turning into an empty corridor. Everyone had gone to eat, and not many people were going upstairs.

Just in time for the confrontation between Hermione and Lockhart.

"Oh, Miss Granger," said Lockhart, smiling, and strangely enough, he always managed to show all his white teeth when he smiled.

Cohen thought he could take on the Black Toothpaste ad. "Professor?"

Hermione took a deep breath.

"I have some questions for you."

"What's the problem?" Lockhart said with a smile, "Of course I'm not reluctant to give the best students in the grade a little extra help - of course, don't tell anyone else, lest they feel unbalanced."

"I found an old newspaper from 1987," Hermione said. "On July 1987, 7, an American wizard claimed that he had used a powerful Transfiguration spell to permanently trap a werewolf in human form, so that he would not be able to harm anyone on full moon nights."

"Hmm... what's going on?" Lockhart looked a little uneasy. "I don't read American newspapers much... I don't know much about this spell..."

"No one believed this," said Hermione, "because everyone thought he was bragging and that werewolves couldn't be cured - or maybe it was just because he was an ugly old wizard living in a remote village, so no one wanted to believe him."

"Miss Granger, why are you asking all this suddenly?" Lockhart quickly changed the subject. "Lunch will be served shortly—"

"This has a lot of overlap with your 'Wandering with Werewolves,' doesn't it?" Hermione pointed out the problem sharply. "You wrote this book a month after this incident. The time, place, and events are almost the same, except that the protagonists have changed."

"Maybe it's a coincidence..." Lockhart was about to leave.

"Not just this one, the snowman in 1988—"

"That's enough," Lockhart said suddenly and sternly. "The detective game ends here. I thought you were a studious boy, but I didn't expect you to be so -"

"Your books are stolen." Hermione pointed out Lockhart's mistake directly and indignantly, "Those stories are not yours at all!"

"So?" Lockhart's smile faded, as if his mask had been taken off, and turned into a vicious expression. "Are you planning to expose me to various newspapers and media? Or are you planning to blackmail me for a large sum of money? Think carefully with your stupid little head! If I hadn't helped them promote those stories, who knows what they did? Readers will not like to read about the deeds of an ugly old American wizard, even if he saved a village from the scourge of werewolves. They will not like a witch with hair on her chin as a book cover, even if she exorcises the Wanlun ghost. Without readers, the story is as good as non-existent!"

"So you feel comfortable taking all the blame for these things?!" Hermione said angrily, "That's not fair to those people!"

"That's only fair on them," snapped Lockhart, "because they don't remember any of it - ha, with all the travel and Memory Charms I've cast, haven't I put in the effort?"

"I'll tell Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said sternly.

"Oh." Lockhart sneered, "I guess Dumbledore won't hear it - because you will forget these things soon. I promise to clear your memory very cleanly -"

With that, Lockhart drew his wand - but he obviously didn't realize how many spells the student in front of him had learned that were not suitable for this grade.

"Confinement quickly!"

Hermione threw a spell directly at Lockhart, and immediately Lockhart's legs were tied with a rope.

"His-"

Just as Hermione was about to cast another spell, a very clear, low and terrifying hissing sound echoed in the room.

The old basilisk emerged from the wall beside Hermione and Lockhart—where a large hole had just been spun out of the bricks.

"snake--"

Hermione closed her eyes immediately when she saw the green scales, but Lockhart made eye contact with the basilisk - and then he fainted from fright.

All petrified.

Cohen silently cast a petrifying curse at Hermione. Hermione had her eyes closed anyway, so even if it was Lockhart's sneak attack...

The old basilisk glanced in Cohen's direction - it could "smell" Cohen's scent and temperature with its tongue.

Then, it rolled up the two people as planned and slid towards the cave entrance.

Suddenly, there was a conversation outside the classroom door.

"I told you, Hermione will definitely bring our backpacks back." Ron said firmly.

"We have so many heavy books in our backpacks," said Harry. "Hermione can't possibly carry three big backpacks by herself—"

Harry said as he opened the door.

He happened to see the stiff Hermione being swept up by a dark green snake's tail and disappearing rapidly into the wall.

"Hermione!!!"

(End of this chapter)