Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 159: "Family" means "a family with few humanoid creatures"

What could Edward say?
With so many loving relatives and a granddaughter who was just one month old, what could Edward say...

"As long as he promises never to hurt you..."

Edward made the bare minimum demands.

"Forget it. I've never killed anyone in my life—okay, I've killed one or two—maybe a dozen or so—I'm not sure, they died quickly..." Sissoko counted the number of people, "but I definitely won't hurt you."

"You can't hurt me." Cohen used the unbreakable vow he and Sissoko had signed to reassure Edward. "There's an unbreakable vow."

"You even learned the Unbreakable Vow?!"

But Edward felt that this was the best thing to accept tonight - Cohen was an incredible child, and it was reasonable for him to learn any magic.

"This is a magic school," Cohen said confidently. "Where else can I study if not at Hogwarts?"

"Wait a minute - you and that snake, who cast the spell?" Edward suddenly realized the problem.

"The Count," said Cohen. "He's pretty good, so I bought him a wand too."

"..."

Edward felt that he should remain ignorant and in the dark.

Why do you have to ask Cohen about the basilisk today?
Would Coin let the basilisk, the dragon, and the black unicorn run loose on Privet Drive?
These must be the limits - hopefully Cohen won't bring anything else dangerous into the box in the future...not good for his dad's heart.

"So, they're safe for you. Thanks to those glasses, they won't be too dangerous to ordinary people..." Edward muttered to himself, "We already have dragons... raising a few basilisks will only mean life imprisonment in Azkaban..."

"It's okay. We won't suffer even if we are sent to Azkaban," Cohen comforted.

This is true, Azkaban Cohen has been familiar with it for a long time.
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Cohen and Edward had to leave because Rose was still in the auditorium. Edward and Rose had to go home together, and Cohen had to go back to the dormitory to get a good sleep.

Now there are only three snakes left in the cabin.

"Should I also make an unbreakable vow?" the old basilisk asked Sissoko, "It seems that his father is not very... worried..."

"This isn't a simple agreement..." Sissoko warned. "If you want the kind of freedom that's readily available, don't get involved with this spell."

"Then why did you sign with him so directly?" asked the old snake monster.

"He wants it all, so I have to give it to him."

Sissoko Beach became a piece of land, and said comfortably,

"Otherwise, how could I have such a comfortable place to live? How could my son harm me?"

"But you're different," Sissoko said. "Maybe in the future you'll go out and find a wife, have children, and then spend your days lying in bed waiting to die..."

"Nonsense, you've never really given birth to a child." The old basilisk said contemptuously.

"Who said I didn't?" Sissoko corrected him. "I had a nest of eggs too, but they were stolen—along with my wife."

"Is it the group of… what is it called—'researchers'?"

"I made that up," Sissoko said. "What wizard would be so kind as to give me a live bull in three days and tell me stories? They'd love to stuff me whole in that jar with Cohen. You're a complete novice. No human would tell a caged snake a bedtime story."

"Did you find it in the end? How many eggs are left?" asked the old basilisk.

"I found them all," Sissoko said with satisfaction. "I found Cohen, didn't I?"
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The basilisk's "death" did not make the students as happy as they had expected, or rather, the basilisk died too early.

They still had to attend classes, review, and prepare for exams in a few months. And they had lost a very exciting topic about the attacker, which made their lives seem a little dull.

The mandrakes grew rapidly thanks to Norbert's abundant supply of saliva and feces, and they finally matured before Easter.

This led to the students receiving extremely bad news: Filch had "resurrected" again.

"But he wasn't crucified at all," said Ron sadly.

"Ron!" Hermione reminded sternly. Her family was Christian.

But the good news is that Lockhart is gone. After being inexplicably attacked and waking up to find himself in pain as if he had been hit by an explosive curse, he resolutely left Hogwarts, claiming that the job was too dangerous.

But he didn't realize yet that his bad luck didn't end there, because Hermione had written a letter to the Daily Prophet exposing Lockhart's deception - Rita Skeeter couldn't refuse this at all. What explosive news could be better than the fall of a glamorous superstar?

The temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Mr. von Braun, the administrator who took over from Filch last time.

Cohen now knew why the last name sounded so familiar.

The first time I rode the Knight Bus, the hard-of-hearing and forgetful old man was named von Braun.

This new Professor von Braun looked like his son—or, of course, it might just be that the last name happened to be repeated, just as there were a lot of Smiths and Johns in this country.

Professor von Braun's teaching level was surprisingly normal, at least for the lower grades. In April, they learned the most and most useful knowledge in the two years since they started school, such as how to distinguish red hats from goblins and how to drive away vixens.

Cohen didn't go home during the Easter holidays because he had too much homework.

And the Count evaded Cohen's request by claiming that his claws were broken.

"Look at my paws!" the count said pitifully. "I can't catch mice or deliver mail for seven days..."

"You simply broke your claws because you didn't want to help me with my homework, right?" Cohen asked calmly.

"Why would I do that? I really want to help you with your homework." The Count said insincerely.

"A fracture of this magnitude can be healed in minutes," Cohen said.

"A fracture of this magnitude can be repeated in a matter of seconds," said the Count cunningly.

"If I had your self-harming fortitude, I'd never have to do homework in my life."

Cohen sighed.

Now that things have come to this, just wait for Hermione to be copied.

One night, one miracle, and the body does the rest.

Cohen chose to fiddle with the two flesh puppets given by the basilisk in the previous mission. As for the book "High-Imitation Spells"...

It is difficult to evaluate the meaning of "high imitation spell". Just like its name, high imitation spell is a high imitation spell.

This book contains many high-quality imitations of spells, and they sound just like the real thing...

Just like... the real thing...

No effect at all!

(End of this chapter)