Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 169: Beating Mr. Malfoy to his knees——

Let's put the idea of ​​becoming Lockhart aside for now...

Cohen didn't have the energy to keep a diary right now.

After helping the unicorns move the entire "winery" in, they successfully settled down in the box.

The Earl flew back to the Room of Requirement with the trunk first, while Cohen planned to go and see the result of the Quidditch match - the Quidditch match was over, and many of the spectators on the field had returned to the castle together.

After Cohen returned to the Hogwarts grounds, he ran into Harry and the others.

They left later than the rest of the audience because they had to wait for Harry to change his clothes and pack his broom.

"Cohen! Why didn't you come to watch the game! You don't know - Harry's catch was absolutely amazing, vertically dropping from a height of fifty feet..." Ron excitedly described the scene to Cohen.

"I can't even ride a broom." Coln raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what this means, but it sounds like Gryffindor won."

"Gryffindor won." Harry said to Cohen happily, but from his expression it seemed that he had something he wanted to tell the three of them in private.

There were few people around, but there were still others who would have heard it - for example, the Slytherin team, who had just changed into robes and were following them not far behind with gloomy faces.

"Hurry back to the common room, I have something to tell you." Harry pulled the three of them and quickened their pace.

Harry couldn't wait to speak it out as soon as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room.

"I ran into Dobby—the house-elf who wouldn't let Ron and I go back to school and who cast a spell on the Bludger and broke my arm."

"When?" Ron's eyes suddenly widened. "It wasn't when you first dived? We thought you'd spotted the Snitch—"

"Because it appeared on the field again, in the corner at the edge of the field," said Harry. "I thought it was going to cast a spell on the Bludger again..."

"But the basilisk has been taken into the box by Coin, hasn't it?" Hermione frowned. "It said it just wanted to save you, and now you are no longer in danger."

"It's not here to cause trouble." Harry suddenly laughed, then looked at Cohen, "It came to apologize to me—but not during the game. It disappeared when I rushed over, and it didn't reappear until the game was over and I went to change clothes."

"No, why are you looking at Cohen like that? Didn't Cohen not come..." Ron looked at Harry and Cohen in disbelief, "Could that elf be Cohen transformed into..."

"You're even better at making things up than Lockhart." Cohen's expression drooped.

"I mean the elf is free," Harry corrected quickly. "Dobby apologized to me for his previous behavior and told me that 'Cohen is a very good gentleman' - his previous evaluation of Cohen was wrong."

"Puff!" Hermione laughed. "'Yes-man'."

"'Miss Know-it-all,'" Cohen shot back viciously.

"What did it say about Coin before?" Ron discovered his blind spot. "Harry, you seem to have never told us that it mentioned Coin..."

"Um..." Harry hesitated, unwilling to say it out loud, "It just told me that it had a bad opinion of Cohen - I think it meant..."

"Because I was invited to the Malfoy family last summer." Cohen revealed a little bit, "It was the Malfoy family elf, so it thought I was in the same group as Lucius Malfoy."

"You've been to the Malfoys!" Ron exclaimed. "Why—they're a terrible family—my dad had a fight with Lucius Malfoy last summer..."

"Because I'm half a Burke." Cohen covered his face and said, "It's reasonable for me to be invited as a guest. There are only two living people left in the Burke family, an old man who is in prison, and my mother. Since my uncle is in prison, the actual owner of all the Burke family inheritance is my mother, but my mother never deals with these pure-bloods, so Mr. Malfoy found me, his adopted son." "You're also a rich second-generation!" Ron said sadly, "I'm willing to trade Fred and George for your rich second-generation life."

"I bet Fred and George must have thought about this more than once - trading little Ronnie for the life of a rich second-generation kid," Cohen said.

"Don't talk nonsense." Fred suddenly appeared from behind them.

"We love little Ronnie very much." George popped up from behind Fred. "Of course..."

"We'll give little Ronnie to her for ten Sickles," said Fred gravely.

"I'm only worth ten Sickles in your eyes?!" Ron shouted angrily at Fred and George.

"The actual value is lower," George explained wisely. "The price of goods is often higher than what merchants believe them to be worth. How much do you plan to sell us for?"

"Ten Knuts," said Ron.

"It's so sad for my brothers," said Fred.

"We can only get twenty knuts for it together," said George, with mock sorrow.

"Buy one, get one free," Ron added.

"Little Ronnie is sulking." Fred ruffled Ron's hair. "Okay, okay, we're not here to sell you off."

"My family can't sell it no matter how much money they offer," George said.

"We just happened to come back to get the Filibuster fireworks - there will be a fireworks show by the lake to celebrate Gryffindor's victory. If you don't want to get moldy in the dormitory, you can come and set off the fireworks with us and amuse the giant squid. It loves watching fireworks in the shallows." Fred moved a box of his long-collected "Filibuster Fireworks" from the corner of the lounge.

This type of fireworks that ignite when in contact with water has always had good sales.

"Family is far more precious than Galleons..."

Harry said enviously after Fred and George left.

Harry was right. If he could exchange money for his family, he would give up all the Potter family inheritance in Gringotts.

"But house-elves are generally not given freedom by wizards." Hermione felt a little strange. "The last time Harry and Dumbledore mentioned house-elves, I went to the library to check. When the wizard master of the house-elves gives them clothes, they will be free."

"Dobby said Coin freed it," said Harry, "but he didn't go into detail about how—"

“I bought it,” Cohen said.

"But doesn't this become a slave trade?" Hermione said in disbelief.

"So how am I supposed to free a house-elf from a pure-blood wizarding family?" Coln lectured. "Beat Mr. Malfoy to his knees, then take off his clothes and throw them to Dobby?"

"This scene is so weird." Ron's expression twisted.

(End of this chapter)