Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 180 If you don’t know the murderer, then suspect the mayor
Chimera was not fishing in the valley, not in town, and not in Martha's house.

Where will it go?

It would be a waste of time to aimlessly search for a Chimera. Cohen felt that it would come back eventually - unless it left here because it had just woken up and found that the talkative Mr. Frondo was still next to it, so it resolutely chose to move.

Cohen decided to shift his focus to catching the Silver Key - this was obviously more goal-oriented.

After Cohen briefly explained his plan to the Count, the Count's reaction was the same as von Braun's.

"Don't tell me you suspect the mayor just for the sake of—" The count looked at Cohen as if he were a madman.

"Of course not," Cohen shook his head. "You know my confusing story was just to get von Braun out of the way. He should just be a good spy and not get involved in this."

"How come you suddenly become so decent?" the count asked suspiciously.

"Am I usually evil?" Cohen asked. "I always do good things, right?"

"I don't see any good people talking about the Dementor Empire all the time..." the Earl said dryly, "Oh, and ruling the wizarding world and helping Voldemort resurrect."

"This is my future career plan. Someone has to be the boss, so why can't it be me?" Cohen corrected him. "It's like those guys who have their minds full of adultery every day. Just because they automatically play porn movies at 11 o'clock every night, should they be convicted of rape?"

"I am an owl." The Earl immediately said, "There is no such thing as force among owls—"

"I haven't said who it is yet."
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After walking around the park, Cohen went to the church and the home of the witness, "Ms. Marjorie Morik."

She was a widow in her thirties, still charming, childless, and in good health.

[Soul Strength: 5]

A Muggle.

But Ms. Morik insisted that she saw the dark shadow of a giant creature, and pointed to the fact that there was "slime left by the monster in the park" as evidence.

Although the witnesses and physical evidence were in cahoots, Cohen was not fooled.

"I smell a lie!"

Cohen said confidently as he took the Count and Mr. Frondo back to Martha's house.

"Why don't you just give her a fucking Legilimency?" The Count expressed extreme confusion at Cohen's boring behavior of indulging in detective games. "She's just a Muggle!"

"You don't understand." Cohen shook his head. "You've become a boring adult."

"I am a bird!" the Count retorted, "and I am obviously very interesting—"

"I think the main reason why Coin is dissatisfied with you is that you swear too much, Count." Mr. Frondo, whose tongue-locking curse disappeared again, said slowly, "I never say swear words like 'Cucking' and 'Skank'. For a little wizard, this may be a kind of..."

"You all have to keep your mouths shut once you get home," Cohen warned. "Martha is old and can't stand being frightened—even if she's a witch. She might start to suspect that her cat is actually a witch or something horrible."

Mr. Frondo kept his mouth shut, a rare occurrence for him.

"Meow meow meow?"

It seems that this cat has some sense.

"Why did you come back alone?" Edward just came out of the kitchen and saw Cohen who had pushed open the door and came in. He rushed to the door and asked in a low voice.

"I've finished my investigation," Cohen said. "I'll find the murderer soon."

"Murderer?! You didn't go - forget it, don't say you came back alone - if Martha asks you, just say I just Apparated to pick you up -" "Ed, is someone coming?" Martha's voice came from the master bedroom.

"No, I just picked up Cohen." Edward replied quickly.

"But I heard some noise in the kitchen thirty seconds ago—" Martha shouted from inside the room, "Oh, I found it! The clothes for little Cohen…"

Martha came out of the bedroom wearing a nightgown embroidered with a sky blue eagle and saw Edward and Cohen standing at the door.

"I thought you hadn't dared to Apparate with your entourage since you hurt that chipmunk at school," Martha lectured with amusement. "Actually, your father and I have always thought you were just too nervous. There's no need to be so timid about some things—you only left the chipmunk's tail, not its little head..."

woo-

A pot in the kitchen made a sharp chirping sound.

"Soup!"

Edward exclaimed and rushed back to the kitchen, while Cohen was pulled to the sofa by Martha and covered in pajamas by Martha.

"It looks like the right size." Martha looked at Cohen putting on his nightgown with satisfaction. "Rose gave me your size, so I ordered two sets for you, one embroidered with a lion and one embroidered with an eagle. I'm from Ravenclaw College. Of course, I'm not saying Gryffindor is bad. I just want my precious grandson to be smarter..."

Cohen now understood why Mr. Frondo liked to be with Martha.

After thanking Martha, Edward finished the last dish.

They finished dinner early, and Edward planned to help Martha with the thorny garden outside ("Your father brought in some scary plants," Martha warned Edward. "Watch out for poisonous tentacles. Remember to wear your dragon-hide gloves.") while Martha knitted a sweater by the cold blue fire in the fireplace.

"Little baby clothes?!"

Cohen, who was about to return to his room, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Is this Rose and Edward planning to have another child in their forties?
"Baby clothes, of course, child," Martha said with a smile. "They're for your child."

"Isn't this too—"

Cohen wanted to say it was too early, but it seemed, seemed, probably... Martha made a prediction last Christmas that "Cohen would give her a great-grandson in the next few years."

This is so scary. Does the wizard really believe in the results of his predictions?

Moreover, Cohen felt that the little Dementor Mick would not be able to wear such a physical sweater - the thought of a Dementor wearing a sweater was strange.

"I'm going to do some summer homework and then go to bed."

Cohen said good night to Martha in advance and left Mr. Frondo with Martha as a companion. Of course, he also didn't want to take Frondo with him in the middle of the night, because he couldn't bring a talkative cow cat that would easily expose itself during a stealth operation, even if it was a magic cat.

Cohen's room is quite large. In fact, it should be a guest room, but it was allocated to Cohen because there are almost no guests visiting this room.

A double bed, a desk, and a huge, empty closet.

Edward hid Cohen's box under the bed to prevent Martha from accidentally opening it after coming in.

An open window leads directly to the garden outside. Perhaps Edward, who is clearing weeds and dangerous plants, will pass by here later.

"Call me at midnight," Cohen said to the Count. "I'll catch up on some sleep first—how do you manage to stay awake during the day and at night?"

"Because I'm a magic owl," the Count said, making ready to fly off for a spin. "I have two brains, and I can take turns resting them. I'll call you when I'm done catching voles."

(End of this chapter)