Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 171 Grandma has the family property, so Grandpa is the winner without any effort!

The rest of the semester passed in a flash, and with the help of the Earl, Coen easily completed the DLC made by Edward. This was an expansion story about the underground city (Menzoberranzan). Coen met a drow girl - and then ate her brain.

The Count also found happiness from it, as he finally found true love in the virtual world - but Cohen thought that this was most likely because the magical female owl, who was at level fourteen, was set up so that "she would fall instantly if a male owl appeared."

"You can't separate me from her!"

The day before leaving school, when Cohen was packing his luggage, the Count held the exhibition box and was unwilling to spread his wings:

"I love her! I'm even going to catch field mice for her..."

"Just kidding, brother, but don't fool yourself." Cohen shook his head. "This is just a game. That owl isn't real."

"But it calls me darling!" cried the count mournfully. "It is of no importance whether it is imaginary or not!"

"The second dimension is terrible." Cohen clicked his tongue, "But you stopped me from packing my bags. I have to leave school tomorrow."

"You promised me not to clear this save file..." said the Count.

"That's too much. If you want me to buy you a female owl, just tell me directly. There's no need to act so exaggerated." Cohen said, "I want to be a good person in the second round."

"So you agree?" The count immediately stopped pretending to be pitiful.

"Definitely next time."

Cohen had no idea about raising an ordinary owl. Creatures without special skills could not enter the box, otherwise they would easily be mistaken for sheep and eaten by pigs or something like that by Norbert and the others.

This semester's final exams went smoothly, and Cohen continued to maintain stable and good grades. His Defense Against the Dark Arts score was a little worse than last year because Hermione wrote too many answers on the subjective questions, and Cohen was lazy and omitted one question.

Harry and Ron also got good grades after three nights of rote memorization, and their satisfaction lasted until they boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Harry, Cohen, Hermione and Ron sat in the same carriage, and Harry began to doubt whether he could still go home.

"After what happened last summer..." said Harry, "I felt like the Dursleys were going to take drastic measures against me."

"Be happy, maybe they won't let you into the house anymore," Ron said. "I mean, you can stay at Cohen's place, or come to my house."

"I wanted to invite you, but considering my parents, if a girl lets her male classmates stay at home..." Hermione sighed, "You don't want to see that scene."

"If only I were not allowed to enter the house..." Harry said uncomfortably, "I would rather live on the street or in the park."

When the train arrived, Harry was disappointed to find that the Dursleys had come after all, which meant that they were still willing to take him back to live with them.

Edward was the only one who picked up Cohen, and Rose should be at work.

Edward carried Cohen's luggage into the car.

"How's this semester been? After the attacks?" Edward asked Cohen after taking him to the car. "The other students didn't find out about the basilisks, did they? I mean, the one called Sissoko..."

"Harry and the others know, I told them." Cohen said, "But they don't care about half-bloods. After all, we have a half-blood giant friend." "That's good--" Edward breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't dare to ask you these things in the letter, for fear that your friends would see it and cause some misunderstandings..."

"Oh, right." Edward suddenly remembered after starting the car, "Last time you said you wanted to visit grandma, and we happened to be planning to go and spend some time with her soon—to prevent her from becoming... like your grandfather."

Cohen had indeed mentioned this at Christmas—and it was indeed in Cohen's summer plans, which was to stay there until his birthday and then go on the "Philip Fly Tracking Expedition" recommended by Luna.

Summer vacation was for fun, and to hell with summer homework—Cohen wouldn't write it himself.

"We can go directly via the Floo Network after we get home. It's very convenient." Edward said, "Rose is a bit busy right now. The old man seems to have completely disappeared. The Muggle police station has issued a death certificate. Rose needs to quickly find an editor willing to take over his position. Speaking of which, your mother recently got a promotion. After this busy period, she should be able to enjoy the leisurely life of a leader..."

"What a great boss! He exploits his employees mercilessly and then lets me become a rich second-generation kid." Cohen said with satisfaction, "How big is my grandma's house? Is there a wizard next door?"

"Wizards?" Edward shook his head. "There aren't any wizards in Castle Combe. It's a Muggle town. Your grandparents were all Muggle-born wizards—"

"So that's the ancestral home?" Cohen asked. "Grandpa's or Grandma's?"

"Your grandmother." Edward recalled, "Your grandfather spent a lot of energy pursuing your grandmother. According to what I heard from Martha before, your grandfather was always busy following her around when she was in school. He was almost like a house elf for her. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore and married him."

"The existence of bootlickers makes up for the fact that Muggle-born wizards rarely have house-elves." Cohen nodded in understanding. "But considering Grandpa is relatively poor, he's not only a bootlicker, but also a lazy winner."

"What do you mean by 'a dog that wins without doing anything'?" Edward vaguely knew the meaning of this combination of words, and... he always felt that this statement seemed to be vaguely pointing at himself.

"Does that mean you can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor?"

“That’s about right,” Cohen said.

"Although he and I don't get along very well, we can't look at things so one-sidedly," Edward corrected him. "Judging someone by their wealth alone will alienate their efforts... This can't be calculated that way—"

"Let me give you an example. It's like me and your mom. Your mom works outside to make money, and I do the housework for you and make you happy. Then when you grow up and look at the family income statement, you realize, 'Oh, mom earned 99% of the money, and dad only earned 1%. Dad is—how do you pronounce that word? A dog who won without doing anything!'" Edward said, "Can you say that? I've also contributed a lot to this family over the years..."

"No, isn't it?"

Cohen blinked a few times in the rearview mirror.

"You kid..."

Edward sighed.

"You old Deng..."

Cohen shook his head.

"It seems that both of you are winners without any effort..." said the count in the back seat cleverly.

"Shut up, stupid bird." Cohen and Edward said in unison.

(End of this chapter)