Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 175 Magic Cat! Sturdy!
But if he said it out loud, a kind-hearted person like Edward might regret it for the rest of his life - after all, he hadn't even looked at old Charleson in the past few years, and he was still in a cold war with Charleson until Charleson died.

After careful consideration, Cohen decided not to tell Edward. Some truths will not bring any benefits but will only add to people's pain.

Following the location indicated by Charleson in his diary, Cohen came to the bedroom corridor.

There was no door here that led to the basement that Charleson had seen.

However, Cohen had a better method than detection magic. He chose to directly let part of his soul leave his body and pass through the wall to find the hidden basement.

Solid...

Solid...

Still solid...

Cohen wandered around the wall for a long time but couldn't find any basement entrance.

What about the basement? What about the freshman basement?

This Chimera beast even takes its own nest with it when it goes out???
What kind of bed-loving personality does an old basilisk have...

Apart from this reason, Cohen felt that there was no other normal explanation - there was no trace of the Traceless Extension Spell here, nor was there any residual magic like the Conversion Spell or the Excavation Spell.

Combined with the Muggle disappearances he had read in the newspapers, Cohen was almost certain that the Chimera had moved out a month ago - along with the basement it lived in.

But why does it arrest people?
According to the description in the diary, the Chimera only roared threateningly at Charleson a few times. If it really liked killing people, Charleson would not have lived to see the silhouette of the future and escape.

The heavy responsibility of saving the world is pushing Cohen's butt, urging him to find the Chimera beast as soon as possible to prevent it from becoming more wild and difficult to tame - after all, Martha lives here, and if the Chimera beast suddenly goes crazy, it may pose a threat to Martha as well.

There is only one recorded case of killing a Chimera in history, which is enough to prove the uncontrollable and dangerous nature of this species.

"Cohen came here with me. He is looking for the non-existent basement." Edward's voice came from outside the living room door.

Martha's complaints were also heard nearby.

"Well, if Charleson hadn't gone mad because of that hallucination, he might have lived for decades longer," Martha said. "You also have to be careful not to let Cohen be infected with the 'basement curse'. I heard from my old classmate Selina that this might be..."

The door opened, Edward walked into the house with Martha, and Cohen poked his head out from the bedroom corridor.

"How is it? Have you found the basement?" Edward knew Cohen couldn't find it, but he asked anyway - as if he was catering to a child's curiosity.

"No, there's no basement here. Grandpa did have some hallucinations," Cohen said.

But Cohen's eyes were always on Martha—to be precise, on Martha's arms.

It was a black and white cow cat. According to a certain special naming habit, it could also be called... "a cat".

Cohen stared at it, and it nestled in Martha's arms and stared at Cohen.

The scene fell into silence for a few seconds.

"How is it? Do you like Mr. Frando?" Martha noticed Cohen staring at the kitten and thought Cohen liked cats very much.

But Cohen didn't focus on it because he liked it, but because...

[Soul Strength: 10]

It looked exactly like the Count, and they were both animals—Cohen almost thought the cat was the Count's Animagus form.

It's a magic cat!
"Mr. Frondo?" Cohen continued to stare at the cat, as its expression had changed from dull to shifty, as if it were trying to escape. "Poor Mr. Frondo lived here twelve years ago. It was a very cold Christmas, and he was just sitting all alone at our door." Martha sat casually on the sofa in the living room, recalling with heartache, "But he has a warm home now. Look, you can't tell from his appearance that he is a teenage cat, right?"

That was certainly not an ordinary elderly cat.

Cohen didn't directly point out the cat's problem. The cat was winking at him, trying to convey to him that "I'm a good cat."

"Have you seen your room?"

Edward saw Cohen's trunk leaning against the sofa.

In order to prevent Martha from accidentally seeing the basilisk and dragon inside, he quickly picked up the box.

"I'll help you carry the box into the house..."

He didn't mind the eye contact between Cohen and the cat - Cohen had taken the initiative to raise so many magical animals, so it was normal for him to like kittens.

After Edward walked into the room with Cohen's box, Cohen was called by Martha to the sofa.

"Come here, Mr. Frondo is so docile. Do you want to touch him? Edward said you like small animals very much." Martha enthusiastically poured "Mr. Frondo" in her arms to Cohen.

Cohen caught it and could feel its fur rising, probably because Cohen was a Dementor.

"It's cute. Can I take it for a walk?" Cohen asked. "I haven't been to Castle Combe yet. I want to see what the surrounding area has to offer."

"I'm afraid that won't work," Martha said reluctantly. "Cohen, things haven't been peaceful in Castle Combe lately. There have been five Muggle disappearances, and they might even be related to the wizarding world. I just came back from the Ministry of Magic employees who came to investigate. It would be very dangerous for you to go out now."

"I saw that newspaper. Didn't it say that disappearances only happen at night?" Cohen said, "It's only the afternoon now..."

"what?"

Edward had just come out of Cohen's room.
"What happened to Cohen? What happened? What's missing?"

"It's what Arnold Peasegood just said about an 'urgent matter that needs to be investigated,' silly boy," Martha chuckled. "Otherwise, why would the Accidental Magic Reversal Team come to Castle Combe?"

"Why don't we let Dad go for a walk with me? I can't just stay at home and get moldy on the first day of vacation..." Cohen suggested.

"But I still have to--" Edward was about to say that he was going to prepare dinner, but he saw Cohen winking at him.

"Let me go out for a walk with you. After all, we've been sitting in the car for most of the day..." Edward changed his tone.

"Okay," Cohen said with feigned cheer.

Cohen left home with his cat "Frondo" in his arms and saw the appearance of the town.

Martha's house was at the very edge of town. No wonder she'd said "Muggle postmen don't dare come" when she'd last visited Cohen's house...

From the outside, this place does look like a place that no strangers are allowed to enter, because the outer walls of the courtyard are covered with vines covered with black thorns. The gray-white house and the hideous plants growing wildly in the courtyard are very creepy at first glance - like some kind of abandoned, haunted old house.

Martha said last time that this seemed to be the work of Grandpa Charleson, in order to prevent Muggles from disturbing them.

"The town isn't big. If you follow the road from here, you can reach the other side of the town in ten minutes." Edward pointed to the buildings in the direction of the town. "They are all old houses. The style is very different from London—"

"Who is this person from the Ministry of Magic that Grandma Martha mentioned?" Cohen stroked the cat and chatted with Edward as he let Edward take him to the center of town.

"A memory cancellation officer from the Accidental Magic Reversal Team." Edward recalled, "Your grandmother was explaining the situation in the town to him. After all, she was the only wizard here."

(End of this chapter)