Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 218 High imitation guardian angel, Lao Deng!

"Is it serious enough?"

Cohen's eyes widened. When faced with such a "dangerous" topic, he could only bring up another more dangerous topic to ease the situation.
"I thought finding a Chimera relative was a serious matter..."

"Chimera?" Dumbledore asked as if he had expected it.

"I also introduced it to Edward because the goat head in the middle of it could speak English, so Edward reluctantly accepted it - just like the basilisk Sissoko," Cohen said.

"What truly defines us is our inner being, not our species," Dumbledore said softly. "When I was young, I met a poor person who was deeply cursed by her bloodline. Even though she would turn into a terrifying python, it did not affect the purity and kindness of her soul."

"But that cruel experiment at Burke Manor not only tore apart the bodies of many creatures." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, "It also tore apart many souls... Dementors should not coexist with other souls - any part of them is a huge mouth that cannot be satisfied for the soul."

"But I'm pretty normal now?" Cohen asked.

"So far, there have been no accidents," Dumbledore said. "That's why I brought you here at this time - we must prepare for the worst and be prepared when the worst outcome comes."

"That makes sense." Cohen nodded. "I don't want to become a stupid Dementor and be an unpaid prison guard in Azkaban one day..."

"Have you ever communicated with a Dementor?" Dumbledore asked. "On a train? Or at school?"

"Yes, they communicate through the consciousness network. One of them found me on the train and said I was too thin and hungry, so it wanted to give me a meal." Cohen said, "The Dementors today were the same. They threw Neville towards me, meaning they wanted to give me a meal..."

"What do you make of this?" asked Dumbledore.

"What do I think?"

Cohen raised his wand,
"Call the gods to protect you!"

In his first year, Cohen could only use this spell to emit some silver smoke - Dumbledore saw it with his own eyes next to the Mirror of Erised.

At that time, Dumbledore thought that Cohen was unable to summon a real and effective Patronus, because the silver smoke of Cohen took on a strange state that slowly sank in the air...

But now it’s different—

A silver unicorn nimbly jumped out from the tip of Cohen's staff, landed on the floor of the principal's office, circled around Cohen several times, and finally lowered its head to rub Cohen's shoulder, just like a real unicorn.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, his blue eyes fixed on the beautiful creature.

The patron saint of high imitations, Lao Deng!

Cohen felt that Dumbledore would panic if the Dementor Patronus was revealed, so he chose to use a high-imitation spell to make Dumbledore act like he was in darkness but still yearning for light.

It seemed that the performance was very successful. Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be a little moist. The old man always seemed particularly "human" at such times.

Cohen waited for Dumbledore to say that—

Damn, I'm so anxious. I really want to say "Always" when Dumbledore asks "Is it always like this?"

"When did it start, Cohen?" Dumbledore asked softly. "Since the first time I encountered a herd of unicorns." Cohen lied more and more naturally. "Before that, my Patronus Charm could only produce smoke - and it looked very strange. I thought it was because of my..."

"Origin is not important. It is even more difficult to have the courage to fight against your own 'origin'. But you have proved that you can do it, Cohen. This is something that many self-righteous wizards cannot do." Dumbledore said gently, "Hold on to your heart..."

Dumbledore also urged Cohen to hold on to the idea of ​​unifying the wizarding world—this was Dumbledore saying, "Hold on to your heart."

"But what if one day I can't use it?" Cohen suddenly asked, "I read in a book that a Patronus can only be summoned with pure, positive emotions, but you just said that I might be affected by the Dementor's soul..."

"Nico is preparing an alchemical tool for you," Dumbledore said. "Hopefully, it will be able to restrain the Dementor part of your soul. It will probably be ready around Christmas. Nico said he gave you a key, and you can go to him after Christmas."

"Ohhhh—" Cohen's mouth opened into an O shape.

Although Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel both cared about him...

But it's too late! The soul has already taken on the shape of a Dementor!
However, Dumbledore and the others were obviously thinking too horribly. Cohen did not feel that his intelligence had decreased - there was still a clear difference between him and that group of Dementors.

Or maybe... in fact, Dementors themselves are not pure breeds - the Philosopher's Stone made Cohen's soul "pure", but no one has ever said that the species "Dementors" itself is pure, and no one has ever figured out where and how Dementors were born.
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After delivering Nicolas Flamel's message to Cohen and repeatedly reminding him not to let his heart fall for the Dementors, Dumbledore released Cohen.

Harry is still recuperating in the school hospital, but the good news is that the Slytherin team members also failed to catch the Golden Snitch. The competition was forced to be interrupted due to the influence of Dementors.

Cohen was too lazy to go downstairs, so he returned to the Room of Requirement.

"I saw a large group of Dementors running onto the field." The Count came over curiously as soon as he entered the door. "What happened?"

"There were so many delicious emotions on the court that they couldn't resist," Cohen said. "Dumbledore chased them away with a blingbling Patronus."

"Were you also driven out by that blingbling guardian angel?"

The Count said with a gloating tone.

"I think you're pretty shiny even without hair," Cohen said viciously. "Don't think a bird won't be criticized for being racist—"

Under the Earl's repeated questioning, Cohen briefly told it what happened to him after being taken away by Dumbledore.

"I clearly remember that your Patronus is a fucking Dementor!" The Count looked at Cohen suspiciously.

"I could have turned it into an owl," Cohen said, "but that would have easily aroused suspicion of our relationship, which wouldn't be good. So I chose a unicorn. Anyone who has a basilisk or a chimera as their patronus doesn't seem like a good person, and Rose and Edward are even worse. Having a human patronus just sounds strange."

"How horrible." The Earl clicked his tongue, "Dumbledore is over a hundred years old and you're still bullying him."

"How can you tell I'm bullying him?" Cohen retorted. "It's called a win-win situation... Never mind. You'll understand when you get to my age."

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The Count tilted his head and looked at Cohen.

(End of this chapter)