Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 170 #Little Harry is played around by Cohen#
Whatever happened, Dobby was indeed free now.

Cohen didn't say much about his experience at Malfoy Manor, and they didn't ask any more questions.

Ron suggested going to the lake to watch Fred and George's fireworks display, but Hermione insisted on continuing with her final review plan.

"There are still two months left." Ron clucked his tongue. "You only need two days to be first in the grade."

"It's thirty-seven days, not two months." Hermione slammed two thick books onto the table in the lounge. "It's a good thing the attack ended in February, otherwise I wouldn't be able to review for the third round now."

"That's horrible." Ron shook his head. "Harry, Cohen, what about you?"

"Hermione is right. I need to review too." Cohen wanted to play games—he hadn't finished the birthday gift Edward gave him (the DLC for the DND magic board game).

Only young wizards need to prepare for exams. A little Dementor only needs to make a slight move, which is already the limit for a young wizard. As long as Hogwarts is not so crazy as to give each student a separate test paper, Cohen does not need to worry about the final exam.

"I'll go later." Harry, who rarely went out with Ron, said, "To the bathroom."

"Go ahead—no, Fred only has one box of Filibuster fireworks, I have to hurry and grab a spot, otherwise we won't have anything to set off!" Ron rushed out at an extremely fast speed.

Cohen also left the lounge and went to the Room of Requirement in another corridor.

But Harry didn't go straight to the bathroom, but hurried to catch up with Cohen.

"There's no toilet here." Cohen tilted his head and asked Harry who had followed him.

"I know." Harry's eyes dodged for a moment, "I didn't say some key things just now -"

Cohen almost understood what Harry meant - no matter how much Harry lied to himself, he couldn't change the fact.

Before school started, Dobby told Harry that "there is a student who is helping the evil who must not be named."

But Harry didn't tell them who the student was at the time.

And just now, Harry mentioned that "Dobby once had a bad opinion of Cohen."

This means that it is now easy for Harry to guess that Cohen is the one who discussed the plan to resurrect Voldemort with Mr. Malfoy.

But he never dared to think so.

"Like?" Cohen raised his eyebrows.

"Have you...discussed anything with Malfoy's father?" Harry raised his head, looked into Cohen's eyes, and asked, "I actually guessed that Dobby had said something bad about you before... He said at the time that there was a student who was helping Voldemort... Everyone thought it was Theodore Nott, but what he confessed to Professor Dumbledore was that 'Voldemort had found him in the middle of the school year' - but Dobby found out about it during the summer vacation."

"Yes, I was the one who discussed with the former Death Eaters how to resurrect Voldemort," said Cohen.

"!!!"

Harry's breath hitched.

He didn't expect Cohen to admit it so directly - why...

"Yes, yes, you've seen through my little secret. I just like to help revive the person who killed me after being cast a killing curse on me and almost dying."

Cohen said logically,

"Then wait for him to resurrect and kill me again..."

"Pfft..." Harry's tense nerves relaxed instantly. The portrait of a woman pretending to sleep on the wall beside him couldn't help but smile.

"Do I look like someone who deserves to be killed?" Cohen asked.

"Not likely." Harry felt relieved. "So during the summer vacation..."

"Ever since Quirrell cast a killing curse on me, I've realized I should prepare for his future resurrection," Cohen said. "Dumbledore said he would come back sooner or later, and from what he's done in the past two years, I know he's making every effort to find a way to resurrect."

"So you went to the Malfoys' to..." Harry seemed to understand.

"Who knows Voldemort better than the Death Eaters?" said Coin.

But this is a lie. The Death Eaters don't understand Voldemort at all. They just think that Voldemort is powerful and scary, and they can benefit by following him.

"Lucius Malfoy was one of Voldemort's former subordinates and held a high position of power," Cohen said. "But the good news is, based on the results of my persuasive inquiries, he doesn't want Voldemort to return, nor has he tried to find Voldemort."

"How did you trick him?" Harry asked curiously.

"I was Voldemort's 'partner' in my first year!" Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't he believe me if I just told him about Voldemort? I know things that only Voldemort and the Death Eaters know - in my first year, Voldemort even wanted to invite me to join him."

"Genius!" Harry smiled.

"In addition, we also asked some questions about other Death Eaters. Almost all the Death Eaters who were keen on resurrecting Voldemort were imprisoned in Azkaban." Cohen continued.

"What's Azkaban?" Harry asked.

That's my home, little Harry.

"It's a wizard prison," said Cohen. "Those Death Eaters won't be able to escape in a short time. We still have a few years to learn—until something unexpected happens, like what happened in the past two years. He will always try various methods to come back. We have to be prepared before he resurrects."

"But we will stop him," Harry said with determination.

"Yeah." Cohen approved of Harry's determination.
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All wishes are granted in the house.

"And Daddy said that when one demon disappears, another, even more powerful demon will appear in the world to balance it out..." Cohen played chess while chatting with the Earl about whether or not to help Voldemort. "After Voldemort dies, if that scattered group of Silver Keys does something big one day, won't I become the next public enemy?"

"There are no demons in this world - wait, you have an uncle?" asked the count.

"Ignore that. The key point is that I've become a public enemy. It's so sad that you don't care about me at all." Cohen said with feigned sadness, "You just need to eat owl food every day, but I, a poor, powerless, and discriminated little Dementor, have to consider so much more just to survive..."

"Call out all the dragons, basilisks, nightmares, and unicorns in your trunk and try saying that again," the count said dryly. "I've always felt out of place because I'm not dangerous enough."

"That's because the Ministry of Magic doesn't have records of magical owls. If you're sent to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, you'll definitely get a 5X rating," said Cohen. "Then wizards will have to be careful about whether they'll be attacked by an owl with a wand."

"If this gets out, I'll be the first to attack you," said the Count. "My little owl patronus is not a good one either."

"Wait a minute..."

Cohen, staring at the inside of the chessboard box, suddenly frowned.

"I know this might sound crazy, but could you please join my battle right now? Bring your wand to the box and build an owl character that you think looks good, then seduce this fourteenth-level female owl in front of me who knows what the hell it is. It just ate a very important key of mine, and I can't beat it now."

(End of this chapter)