Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 151 Youth has no price, my son melts in his mouth

Harry and Ron's attention was instantly drawn to it.

"I never left anything with him." Cohen unfolded the book that Dumbledore had given him before he left.

It's empty inside; it's a box disguised as a book.

"I knew it!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

Inside were four pairs of glasses - the extra pair was supposed to be Hermione's.

Cohen recognized the alchemical patterns on it at a glance. Dumbledore didn't make glasses for the basilisk, he made them for those who would face the basilisk - perhaps this was an improved plan after discovering that Cohen had an innocent "basilisk relative" also hiding in the Chamber of Secrets. Otherwise, all he had to do was let Fawkes peck out the eyes of the original basilisk.

"What's this for?" Ron said, holding up a pair of glasses. "Harry's the only one of us who needs glasses."

"Did you forget so quickly?" Cohen said, "The basilisk's stare can kill living creatures directly. These glasses reflect the death stare."

"This should be Harry's - with prescription..." Ron tried a pair, but took them off as soon as he put them on and handed them to Harry.

The other three pairs of glasses had no prescription, only Harry's had prescription, and it matched Harry's myopia degree perfectly. Cohen didn't believe that Dumbledore had never sneaked into the boys' dormitory.

"And there's a note!" said Harry, pointing to a folded piece of parchment at the bottom of the box.

The note was written in Dumbledore's characteristic long, thin handwriting with circles within circles.

The bathroom has the most pipes.

"Are we all going to need a riddler at a time like this, Hajiden... you..."

Cohen clicked his tongue.

"What do you mean? We have to go to every bathroom?" Harry asked puzzled.

"If only Hermione were here..." Ron said this for the second time. He seemed a little melancholy. This was what it felt like to lose an external brain.

"It's definitely unrealistic to search aimlessly," Cohen instructed. "So, is there an extremely conspicuous bathroom where someone has died that we should investigate first?"

"Is there such a bathroom...wait a minute-" Harry's eyes lit up, "Myrtle!"

"Dumbledore told me that the Chamber of Secrets was opened while Voldemort was at school," Cohen said. "That's probably when Myrtle died—she was in her school uniform, not some medieval ghost."

The Gryffindor deduction team is ready to go.

Wearing Harry's Invisibility Cloak, the three of them returned to the school.

"Myrtle!"

As soon as he entered the bathroom, Harry called out Myrtle's name.

"Oh, it's you..." Myrtle crawled out of the toilet, "I heard that the students were taken out of the castle. There was a girl who had a similar situation to me - but I didn't see her come back here. I actually don't mind sharing the toilet with her..."

"Because Hermione isn't dead yet," Harry said eagerly. "Myrtle, do you remember how you died?"

Myrtle's demeanor instantly switched from glum to happy.

"Hey, you guys wanna ask this?"

Myrtle said with relish,
"I stayed in this little room then. It was my exclusive place, and even Peeves couldn't take it away from me. Back then, Olive Hornby laughed at me for wearing glasses and looking like a four-eyed dog..."

"I was crying inside when I suddenly heard someone else come in. That person was talking to someone, but it seemed like they were speaking another language that I couldn't understand at all."

"Serpent language..." Harry felt his heart pounding.

Cohen was thinking about what posture he would strike in the future. He couldn't die in a too miserable way, but he also had to give Voldemort the feeling that he had done his best.

"But I realized it was a boy's voice, so I opened the door to get him out," Myrtle said. "And then..."

Myrtle puffed out her chest with a look of self-importance.

"I will die."

"How did he die?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," said Myrtle. "I only saw a pair of big, scary yellow eyes..."

"Where did you see it?" Cohen asked.

"There." Myrtle pointed to the pool.

Cohen had already driven there once, so finding it wasn't difficult.

A faucet with a small snake pattern carved on it.

"Just say a few words in Parseltongue," Cohen said.

"Open?" Harry tried, but he failed because the carved snake wasn't a real snake and he could only talk passively to a real snake.

"It's English, I understand it." Ron shook his head.

"Hiss (open)..."

Cohen made a hoarse, low sound from his throat.

A flash of white light passed by, and the pool slowly disappeared, revealing the huge pipe underneath.

"I'm going down to find Hermione," said Ron, clenching his fists.

"So can I," said Harry.

"Then why are you still talking nonsense up there? Are you waiting for someone to cast the Feather Fall Technique on you?"

Cohen pushed the two men down and then jumped into the pipe himself.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Harry and Ron's screams echo in the pipes, and it seemed as if they spread throughout Hogwarts.

After an unknown amount of time, they finally slid down the main pipe to the bottom.

"Don't be so sudden next time..." Harry said weakly to Cohen as he rubbed his butt and got up from the stone ground.

"It's a free roller coaster, which is fine," Cohen said. "It's just a little dirty."

Last time, Cohen flew in, so he didn't get any mud on him. This time, all his clothes were stained with a lot of sewage. He had to use the Cleansing Charm eight times before he could wear them again. "Put on your glasses," Ron reminded him. "It's dark here..."

All three of them put on the glasses Dumbledore had given them, while Harry took off his own pair. If Dumbledore hadn't made him a special pair with prescription glasses, he would have to wear two pairs - which would have looked very strange.

"Fluorescence."

Cohen walked in front, holding his wand and finding the path.

The basilisk hadn't shed its skin the last time I came, so the middle corridor seemed a bit empty.

But this time it’s different, there are not only two snake skins.

"There are two snakes here?!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice.

"They're shed snake skins." Harry took a closer look at the two green snake skins. "They're different sizes. They must have been left behind when the snake was at different ages..."

"Or maybe two," Cohen said. "There are only two here, which means the basilisk skin will rot—and both skins look very new."

They passed through many turns in the underground tunnels and finally arrived at the door of the secret room.

Two stone snakes coiled together on the wall, waiting for Parseltongue to open them.

"Hiss (open)..."

This time Harry and Cohen said it together.

The door opened, and the inside was brightly lit. At the end was a huge statue of an old man.

A Slytherin student stood in front of the statue, looking a little uneasy -

"Theodore Nott?" said Harry in surprise.

Hermione and Lockhart lay not far away.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Theodore said palely, "I... I didn't mean to kill anyone..."

"Are you the one who helped the mysterious man?" Ron said angrily.

"He threatened me..." Theodore's voice trembled as he spoke, no longer showing the arrogance he had when he made fun of the Weasley family. "He said that if I didn't obey his arrangements, not only would I die...but my family would too..."

"It's okay, he's not here now, let's escape together." Harry said cautiously as he slowly approached Hermione.

"There's no time..." Theodore swallowed, "He's here... and the snake is here too..."

"What--"

"Hiss... (Kill Harry Potter!)"

Voldemort's face emerged from the Slytherin statue - he was clinging to the stone, hissing and commanding the basilisk.

Wow!

Suddenly, a huge snake head emerged from the pool next to it.

Theodore quickly closed his eyes, squatted on the ground and hugged his head, as if trying to disguise himself as a stone.

"Ron, Cohen, take Hermione and run, I'll hold it back!"

Harry yelled.

It suddenly became clear to Harry that Voldemort's only target was Harry.

The basilisk only heard the command "Kill Harry Potter".

Voldemort sneered:
"How touching! It's exactly what your father said before he died... How would you deal with a basilisk? With your courage, or with that little stick in your hand?"

"You'll never win," said Harry viciously.

Ron had already carried Hermione on his back - but Lockhart had been left behind.

"I'll come help you once I get Hermione out of here—" Ron said anxiously. "Hold on!"

Now there was only Lockhart left, and the only one left empty-handed was Coin.

"Don't even think about it. I won't carry him." Cohen refused. "I'd rather let me fight the basilisk with Harry than let me carry him—"

"I'm here to help you!"

Cohen raised his wand and went to Harry's side to help.

Voldemort was not panicked at all because he knew Coin was the mole.

Harry was also very touched because he knew Cohen was his good brother.

The old basilisk was not panicked, because his brother's son would not kill him.

Dumbledore and Phoenix Fawkes, who had just suddenly appeared in an unknown corner, were also very pleased because they saw that Coin had grown into a good man who would stand up and sacrifice his life to save his friends - no, a good Dementor.

Cohen seemed to be full of passion, but in fact he was as steady as an old dog, because he had already caught a glimpse of Sissoko's soul hidden in the pool next to him.

That is to say...

"Dizzy——" Cohen was halfway through the spell.

wow-

Another basilisk emerged from the pool, stunning everyone.

It suddenly opened its mouth wide and swallowed Cohen into it.

“Cohen!!!”

Harry's eyes widened.

"Bloody hell..."

Ron, who had just turned his head, even forgot about running away with Hermione. He stood there with his eyes as if they were about to be squeezed out.

what?
Voldemort also paused for a moment.

Why is there another one?
(End of this chapter)