Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 206 Walking the dog? Just for this?
Harry's request to Professor McGonagall if he could go to Hogsmeade was naturally in vain, as Professor McGonagall refused his request.

Now Harry can only take plan B.

He asked the Weasley brothers for the way to get to Hogsmeade - the Marauder's Map. Cohen admitted that this magic item was indeed powerful, but it was of no use to him.

Because it cannot mark Voldemort in his wandering spirit state, nor can it mark the Silver Key members who are not at Hogwarts at all and whose names are unknown.

Time soon came to the weekend, and under Filch's supervision, they walked out of the school gate one by one and lined up to go to Hogsmeade Village, which was very close to the school.

As they passed the Dementors guarding outside, they all scrambled to get closer to Cohen - Professor Flitwick, who was leading the way, had to summon his own Patronus to keep the Dementors away from the students.

[Stop making trouble, be quiet, and treat me as a traitor lurking in the wizarding community]

Cohen comforted the Dementors who were separated from the nearby Dementors by the light emitted by the Patronus.

[Not kidnapped, not kidnapped, not kidnapped, understand? ]

They obviously still couldn't understand the meaning of the word "traitor", but after Cohen walked safely for a while, they didn't chase him too far.

"It's terrible..." Ron said to Cohen in fear, "They look like they're going to pounce and kill us. Dumbledore is wrong. It's not that they can't distinguish between truth and lies. I feel like they'll kill anyone they meet—"

"Dementors don't kill people." Hermione, who had been silent, couldn't help but correct her, "They only suck away people's happiness and souls—"

"Okay, okay, got it, Miss Know-It-All," Ron said impatiently.

"Hmph." Hermione angrily cut in front of the line and stopped talking to them.

"You'll prevent us from copying homework in the future if you do this." Cohen felt he needed to give a reminder.

"I can still finish my homework without her!" Ron said angrily, obviously not realizing the seriousness of the problem.

Cohen shook his head in extreme distrust.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at Hogsmeade.

Now that there were no Dementors hovering overhead, the students breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gather here at five o'clock this afternoon. Don't leave the village! If you encounter any danger, come to me immediately—I'll always be at the Three Broomsticks." Professor Flitwick reminded the students loudly. "If the situation is urgent, you can also shoot sparks into the sky wherever you can see..."

The rest of the conversation was inaudible as the students began chattering and dispersing to the various interesting shops and attractions in the village. Professor Flitwick shook his head and took small steps towards the Three Broomsticks. Having a few drinks is always the best way to relax, and you can also find some old friends to chat with.

Hermione went to the Quill Shop alone, but Ron scoffed at her and dragged Cohen to go to Zonko's Joke Shop.

"Norton?" An elderly voice came from above their heads as they passed a two-story building. "Is that Cohen Norton?"

Cohen and Ron raised their heads at the same time. A familiar-looking old man with a white beard was smiling at them from the second-floor window with only one hand leaning out.

"Professor Kettleburn?" Cohen remembered.

"Who?" Ron asked in confusion. "The previous Care of Magical Creatures professor," Coin whispered to Ron. "I went to see him when I accidentally lost the Earl's feathers."

"Come sit down?" Kettleburn waved to Cohen kindly. "Don't worry, not as a professor - I'm retired -"

"You go walk around first, I'll go take a look." Cohen didn't know what Kettleburn was going to do, so he asked Ron to walk around first - why would a retired professor look for him?
"The door's unlocked, but watch out for Boo Boo," Kettleburn said. "I have a crup. Call him by his name and he won't bite you."

The Boo Boo was indeed a fierce hound—he was much larger than the average hound, and Coln noticed that he had a tail, which proved that Kettleburn had not obtained a license, because crup owners were legally obliged to remove their crup's unusual tail using a painless cutting charm when the crup was between six and eight weeks old.

Cohen was in no position to criticize this, as none of the dangerous creatures he kept had any certificates.

The only one with a passport was actually me, because Rose and Edward had applied for a passport for Cohen so he could travel (there were no ID cards in the UK), even though I had never traveled through Muggle channels...

After Cohen called out "Boo-Boo" twice, the loyal crup let Cohen in with a mixture of fear and trust.

Kettleburn had more than just cruppies. Cohen saw a room filled with tropical plants. Hidden among the leaves were a pair of watchful eyes. It had faint gray fur and small paws like a raccoon.

Probably some kind of tropical marmoset.

There were many closed rooms, and Cohen felt that there were some other animals kept in them. The house was also much larger than it looked.

Coming to the second floor, the structure here is much simpler, with a bedroom, kitchen, and toilet. However, Kettleburn doesn't seem to think it's disgusting to have the toilet and kitchen together.

"Ha, I recognized you right away—Hagrid said you like magical creatures, too..." Kettleburn said cheerfully. He only had one arm and half a leg, the rest of his limbs replaced by wood. "It's a pity I used to think you were a little bastard who liked to bully pets. When you came with that bald owl that day..."

"Ah, these are the prosthetic limbs Dumbledore gave me. They help me move around." Kettleburn noticed Cohen's eyes wandering over the prosthetic limbs. "It's a pity, though, that I have to replace them every once in a while. The wood isn't very good..."

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Cohen felt that Professor Kettleburn was a little too talkative after retirement - is it true that people all like to chat when they get old? Martha was like this, and so was Kettleburn.

"Oh, well... I want to ask you for a favor," Kettleburn said a little stiffly. "Bubu has been running outside lately. He never did that before. I guess he's been stuck in the house with me for too long and needs a walk."

Just walking the crup?
"Just for this?" Cohen was a little skeptical. There were neighbors everywhere nearby, and he could ask anyone to walk the dog.

"Bubu is quite aggressive towards others. I'm lucky the neighbors didn't report me—" Kettleburn said, "Bubu is already nine weeks old, but I don't want to cut his tail, even though it's illegal..."

"I wanted to call a student I know, but you're one of the first students to pass by my building—and Hagrid has mentioned you to me, so I'm a little worried about letting other students take Bubba out for a walk," Professor Kettleburn continued. "Do me a favor and I'll give you some Honeydukes candy."

The sweets are secondary.

The dog that has suddenly become abnormal recently...

"Is Bubu a male or a female?" Cohen asked suddenly.

"Hmm?" Kettleburn looked at Cohen warily. "What's wrong?"

"I think I know why." Cohen smacked his lips.

(End of this chapter)