Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 176 The Three-Headed Monster Friend in the Mouth of a Chatty Kitten

"I looked at the newspaper—the one that was on the coffee table," Coln said. "Five Muggles are missing, and someone has seen a black, monstrous figure."

"Don't tell me you came out looking for that monster..." Edward said vigilantly, "To be honest, I think it's more like a Muggle murderer. Those people seem to be staff members of the town's church. It might be done by some anti-religious lunatic."

"If it's a Muggle, it's safe for me to go out alone." Cohen wanted to get Edward away.

"Muggles have guns," Edward said worriedly. "Don't even think about it. Martha will scold me if I leave you out here alone."

"Then we'll have to eat charcoal for dinner?" Cohen said. "You have to go back and save our stomachs tonight—"

Seeing that Edward was still unwilling to give in, Cohen looked around for something that could reassure Edward.

They had arrived at a place that looked like a low-end school, but it looked like it was converted from an old house.

"Look, there are Muggle kids over there." Cohen pointed to the open door of the "school".

"Hmm... hum?" Edward hummed noncommittally.

"Let me find some friends of my age to play with, and then you can pick me up at dinner time." Cohen expressed his request very reasonably.

"Do you have a split personality?" Edward didn't believe that Coin would "play peacefully with Muggle kids of the same age."

"At least it's better than staying at home." Cohen urged, "Go back quickly to stop Martha from destroying the food. I won't cause any trouble. If a murderer really comes looking for me, I promise to spare his life. Okay, go quickly, bye!"

Edward was driven away by Cohen - Cohen might be in danger, but it was unlikely that Cohen would be in danger, and Edward knew this well.

After watching Edward leave, Cohen did not go to the "temporary daycare school" where the teenagers were, but went directly to the other side of the central square of Castle Combe. There was a park nearby. Due to the frequent disappearances, few people dared to approach the area.

Cohen spotted the Count perched on a beech tree at the edge of the park.

But what Cohen wanted to do most now was not to ask the Count about his gains, but the "Mr. Frando" in his arms.

After Edward left, Frondo started to become restless. Finally, when Cohen arrived at the Central Park where there was no one, it jumped out of Cohen's arms.

It landed lightly on the cobblestone road and then jumped onto a bench by the roadside.

"What are you?" Cohen asked curiously when he saw that it did not run away, but turned around and continued to stare at Cohen.

"I'm a cat," Mr. Frondo answered in a London accent. He looked into Cohen's eyes, as if to confirm what Cohen really was. "I'm sorry, I don't think I need to explain much about my identity. I've been a cat in Martha's house for twelve years. Everything is normal and reasonable. What needs to be explained now is you—a strange creature that looks very human, and has many bad thoughts about me—of course, if you really want to do something to a cat, I can understand. I've met many children with a tendency to abuse cats. They all got tired after trying to kill me a dozen times and finally let me go. But please note, if you want to hurt Martha, I will spare no effort to tire you out by committing suicide..."

"..."

Identified as a chatterbox, Cohen didn't want to respond. With the Count's experience as a warning, the appearance of a talking cat didn't seem like a big deal...

"Frando?" The Count flew towards Cohen from the beech branches in the distance. "I can hear you honking from far away..."

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"Do you know each other?" Cohen looked at the count and then at the cat.

"We do know each other." Mr. Frondo said in a gentlemanly tone, "We first met at a smoke-filled station. Oh, at that time we happened to be the little wizard's pets. We hit it off immediately and have been friends since then in school-"

"I swore I'd tear your chattering mouth to pieces when I slapped your tail," the count said angrily, turning to Cohen and warning, "If you still want to save your peaceful life, seal its mouth immediately and throw it into the lake—I just saw a river valley to the south..."

"I thought our friendship was solid..." Mr. Frondo said sadly, "Have you forgotten that I'm a poor, cursed cat? Throwing me into the water won't help me get rid of it. I've tried many similar methods, including cremation, burial, and burial at sea... But afterwards I felt that to lift this curse, I shouldn't rely on death, but need to gain love like in a fairy tale. So I realized I needed a princess's kiss - guess what I did twenty years ago? I met a very good girl from London, and then..."

"Just keep it shut, right?" Cohen asked the Count expressionlessly. "I don't think we need to rely on the help of a silly cat that came to live with my grandmother twelve years ago to find the Chimera."

"Let's use cement," the Count suggested, covering his ears, because Mr. Frondo had already started talking about his third love story. "This is more solid and can keep you quiet all night."

"Chimera?" Mr. Frondo suddenly paused briefly. "Are you looking for Chimera? I actually know a lot about it - you know, as a cat who often travels around Europe, I have seen a lot of species - such as the interesting hybrid creature I met in this town. It has three names, but I still like to call it Bellerophon. This name is a name I picked from Greek mythology. Bellerophon killed the Chimera in Greek mythology. I think this name -"

"The name doesn't matter."

Cohen interrupted the cow cat Frondo's speech, which seemed to never stop. Cohen originally thought that he could hear the key information as long as he endured it, but this talkative cat always seemed to be able to easily say a lot of nonsense on some irrelevant things.

"Do you recognize it? Where is it now? Is it responsible for those disappearances?"

"Of course I know it. It's my best friend—Oh, of course, Count. I mean within twelve years. If the time scale is extended to three hundred years, then my best friend is you. Doesn't that mean—"

"I regret talking to you that day." The count said to Frondo with his butt.

"Be quiet and answer one sentence at a time," Cohen said. "It's your friend, so do you know where it is now?"

"Of course I know." Frondo said, "It's near the town. To be honest, the animal husbandry in the town is a bit too backward. It's a little hungry. After all, it has slept for eleven years. It wants to find something to eat. It is probably in the valley now... Do you want to adopt it? If so, remember to prepare some more cattle--"

"Lock the tongue and throat." Cohen drew out his wand and said to Frondo.

“It’s much quieter.”

"It's temporary," the Count said grumpily. "Soon your spell will lose its effect, and you can say goodbye to your peaceful life."

(End of this chapter)