Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 20 Good brother, I have never asked you for anything in my life

Finally, Cohen had to empty his schoolbag so that the Earl could get in, and then sent the Earl to Professor Kettleburn. As the teacher of Care of Magical Creatures, Professor Kettleburn, who loved small animals, severely condemned Cohen's behavior of casting spells on the owl casually.

"Which college are you from?"

Professor Kettleburn's gray beard trembled like a sieve in anger. This old professor, who had a strange temper but was always kind to his students, now had a very serious expression.

"I'm from Slytherin..."

Cohen answered calmly - he didn't have the Care of Magical Creatures class right now anyway, and he wasn't wearing a school uniform today.

"Ten points deducted from Slytherin! Bad boys, if I see you again..."

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The battle for credits between colleges is often this simple, plain, and effective.

Professor Kettleburn lovingly picked up the bald Earl and placed him in the soft furry nest - the Earl even secretly glared at Cohen fiercely during this time.

He rummaged through his medicine box and finally dripped a bottle of dirty medicine on the earl's head.

With just one drop, the Earl's feathers began to grow wildly. In a few seconds, the Earl returned to his original shiny and furry appearance.

Cohen didn't know how many times he had to promise Professor Kettleburn before he was let out of the office. By the time he hurried back to the Room of Requirement to get his textbook and then hurried to the History of Magic classroom, Professor Binns had already begun to hypnotize the young wizards with his monotonous lecture voice.

Cohen bent his waist and tiptoed from the side of the classroom to the back row, where Harry and Ron were sleeping - it turned out that poor students always hit it off.

Hermione was different. Even when Professor Binns' lectures sounded like a grumbling vacuum cleaner, she listened intently in the front row.

Coin had no time for nonsense (referring to attending the History of Magic class). History of Magic was of no use to Coin - Coin did not think that knowing the date of the goblin rebellion or the reasons for the failure of the Werewolf Code of Conduct would help him in any way in the future.

So Cohen spent the entire class studying the book "The Power of Sorrow" that he borrowed from the library. Many of the theories in it are quite interesting.

This book believes that the wizard's emotions are the most important source of magic. The stronger the emotions, the wilder and more violent the magic they cast. Correspondingly, the "fewer" emotions a wizard has, the calmer and weaker their magic will be.

Desire is an emotion, hatred is an emotion, anger is an emotion, fear is an emotion…

And "love".

Even the most aloof wizard is a conductor who is fully committed to his performance when casting a spell.
But there is one exception, and that is the prisoners in Azkaban.

All their emotions were sucked away by the Dementors, leaving only despair, so that most prisoners could hardly cast even the most basic "Alachoia" spell. Even if they returned to the normal world, it would take them some time to recover before they could regain their original strength - it is not ruled out that some people will suffer permanent organic brain damage. In fact, this kind of "accident" is not uncommon.

"So much?"

Cohen didn't even know he was so powerful - to be honest, he seemed to have never tried to eat other people's emotions. After all, with the huge "delicacy" of the soul in front of him, it was actually difficult to notice what else was edible on a person's body.

It's like forcing someone to lick the icing on a Christmas pudding without letting them take even a bite of the jelly...

Cohen, with his heart pounding, secretly glanced at his two "good brothers" who were sleeping next to him.

Shouldn't it be okay to try eating a bite of emotion? Harry had been bitten so many times by Dementors in his third year and it hadn't affected him at all...

After careful identification, Cohen found that there were indeed many illusory fluid-like mysterious substances around the soul. They were visualized "emotions" - and Cohen could extract these "emotional" substances at will without even moving his mouth.

The farther away, the weaker the effect of Cohen's extraction, but the range is almost as large as the entire History of Magic classroom.

Cohen did not immediately attack the entire classroom - it felt like Dumbledore would rush in and use his phoenix-shaped Patronus to knock Cohen away, then try all kinds of spells against evil creatures.

Choose between Harry and Ron - but it is obvious that Ron is in a more intense mood now, probably because he is having a sweet dream.

"..."

Cohen inhaled a small amount of Ron's emotion, which might be "happy +". Anyway, after inhaling it, Cohen felt very happy. Cohen shuddered and felt numb all over.

Ron was different, he was trembling slightly, and his expression while asleep looked like he was having a nightmare.

Hey, this emotion seems... quite exciting.

No wonder other Dementors eat emotions first and then souls. It's all because of the skill and composure of the older generation of artists.

"..."

Cohen couldn't help but draw out another wisp of emotion - Ron was dreaming anyway, and all kinds of emotions were pouring out of him.

Ron's trembling worsened.

"..."

Sorry Ron, I couldn't help but take another sip.jpg
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"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Ron woke up from a nightmare and quickly covered his mouth as the whole class looked at him in confusion.

"Mr. Fabre, is there something wrong?"

Professor Binns on the podium raised his head slowly and looked at Ron who had just called out, but because of Professor Binns's not-so-good memory, he didn't even call Ron's name correctly.

"No, nothing, Professor..."

Ron, his ears red, tried to squeeze himself under the table.

The class's suddenly lively atmosphere only lasted for a few seconds, because Professor Binns immediately started lecturing dryly again.

"Ron? What's wrong?" Harry asked Ron curiously, because Ron was now hugging his upper body with his arms, looking very cold.

Then, Harry looked past Ron and saw Coin, who was pretending nothing had happened.

"Cohen? When did you come? We almost thought you skipped class—"

"How could I skip classes in the first week? I just accidentally lost the Earl's feather..." Cohen explained with a little embellishment, and then asked Harry about Ron's situation with "concern".

"It's horrible..." Ron felt as if he was still in that nightmare. "I was dreaming that I became the Gryffindor prefect and joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team..."

"And then?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Isn't this good news?"

"I don't know why, but the dream suddenly became strange - it was as if all the happiness in the dream suddenly disappeared - the prefect's medal turned into a spider covered with thorns - even the broom under my butt turned into a moving spider leg..." Ron said with lingering fear, "and..."

"I feel like I'm still in that dream—"

Ron shuddered with cold.

[Ding! Special ability unlocked: Emotional Drain (1/10)]

Good brother, your efforts are meaningful.

Cohen followed Harry and patted Ron's back comfortingly. Although it was not the time to laugh, he seemed to be unable to control the corners of his mouth.

Then give Ron a new set of wizard chess as a reward for Christmas.

(End of this chapter)