Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 22 You are a bit too extreme

"Dumbledore won't let you succeed..."

Voldemort never thought these words would come out of his mouth.

But what he wanted now was the Philosopher's Stone - even this dark magic experiment with an evil aura and an inherent evil nature would certainly not be able to defeat Dumbledore, otherwise Dumbledore would never allow this little thing to enroll in school.

As long as he could get that damn Philosopher's Stone, he could easily create a body and make a comeback.

If the movement is too big and is discovered by Dumbledore, the plan will be declared a failure.

"Actually... my request is not high..." Voldemort replied to Cohen in a gossamer voice, "I need a stone. It is hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor of Hogwarts..."

"Ooooh..." Cohen made a KFC sound. "So how are you going to steal it?"

Voldemort revealed a little to Cohen, that is, as Voldemort's current carrier, Quirrell actually couldn't go to the corridor on the fourth floor - he needed to be in the right place at almost every time, such as in class, at meals, in the office to prepare lessons... Otherwise, he would be discovered by others -

"Let a monster into the school?" Cohen suggested, "How about a dragon? If it goes around the school, it will surely kill a lot of students. Dumbledore will definitely be anxious--"

"You are a bit too extreme..."

Voldemort immediately rejected Cohen's idea. Not to mention whether he could get an adult dragon, just how to send a dragon into the school was an impossible task. That thing was bigger than the gate of Hogwarts Castle.

Moreover, if a student really died, Voldemort felt that an enraged Dumbledore would find a way to find him...

"Boom-"

The bell of Hogwarts rang. Quirrell was not as idle as Coin in the afternoon - he still had classes in the afternoon.

"A weekend afternoon... still here..." Voldemort asked Cohen the time for their next meeting.

Then, with a hasty wave of his wand, Quirrell wrapped the scarf on the ground back around his head, adjusted his facial expression, and returned to his stuttering and nervous appearance.

"Yes, Mr. Norton, I hope you won't tell this matter...to anyone."

Before leaving, Quirrell cast a spell at Cohen and gave Cohen a reminder.

If Quirrell found himself exposed, the Avada Kedavra curse that was accumulating power on Coin would instantly erupt.

Cohen nodded obediently.

Wow, this is so scary. It’s Avada Kedavra. I’m going to die. I definitely won’t tell anyone about this.
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"I'm going to help a dark wizard blow up Hogwarts on Halloween. Do you know where there's a dragon?"

In the room where every wish is granted, Cohen asked the count.

"Huh? What bad idea are you planning again? Oh my god, what did you just say?!" The Earl's pupils suddenly constricted.

Dark wizards, bombing schools, dragons...

Are these things a young wizard should touch?

No, which dark wizard?! When did Cohen get involved with a dark wizard?!
The Earl had just been entrusted by Dumbledore with the important task of "teaching Cohen" a few days ago, so how come the mission was over in the blink of an eye before it even began?!

It is indeed a born evil little Dementor. It does not need any dark influence at all. It will become evil and cruel on its own.

"Blowing up the school and helping the dark wizard are secondary. The main thing is that I have never seen a live dragon." Cohen rubbed his hands. "Unfortunately, that dark wizard said I was a bit too extreme-"

"You're really a little too damn extreme."

The Count commented that he had realized that Cohen was joking, but the things about "dark wizards" and "troublemaking" should be true.

"There are no wild fire dragons around here, not in the entire Scottish Highlands."

"Ah..." Cohen sighed. He didn't even have the chance to take a look at the flying dragon.

Maybe I can ask Rose and Edward to take me to Romania for Christmas, where there is the largest dragon farm in the world.

"How did you get involved with a dark wizard?" The Earl asked, tilting his head. "Weren't you always in school?" "There's one in school. You know Voldemort, right?"

Cohen told the Count about the noseless old man stuck on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Aren't you going to tell the other hairless guys?" the Count asked. "Like, the old man with the white beard?"

"No, I don't want to die." Cohen immediately rejected the Earl's opinion and said pitifully, "That guy cast a spell on me. If I tell anyone... I will be punished with an Avada Kedavra curse -"

After listening to this, the Count stared at Cohen coldly with a look that said, "Guess whether I believe it or not."

If Cohen hadn't cast a killing curse on himself the day before yesterday, this statement might have been more convincing.

"You just want to have fun, right?"

"But it would be really cool to have a dragon in school."

"There are no dragons in the Scottish Highlands!" the Earl roared helplessly, "You can find something to play with yourself. I'm going to London to seek refuge—"

"What about the troll?"

Cohen remembered that this was Quirrell's signature program on Halloween Eve - if he brought the troll in, it would probably add a lot of sin points, right?

Then, when the troll is about to hurt someone, you can appear as a hero and eat the troll's soul, which is another goodwill point.

perfect!

"At least it's better than a fire dragon..."

The Count smacked his lips and replied.

"There should be one over there in the mountains—I saw a troll's hole when I was catching voles."

I'm glad Cohen didn't get obsessed with the fire dragon. At least the giant monster is easier to control than the fire dragon. Any professor in the school can subdue it.

Damn it, I’m just a bird, but I have to worry about this school!
It was all the fault of the old man with white beard. The Count always felt that if Cohen got into trouble it was because he had not taught him well enough.

In the following time, Cohen enjoyed a perfect but incomplete weekend. He did not go to the library to read, did not fight wits and courage with Voldemort, and did not go to the Forbidden Forest to eat souls with the centaurs on his back.

If Cohen wanted to, he could lie by the fireplace in the lounge until dusk.

Or go and follow the Weasley brothers to make trouble and rediscover the initial excitement and happiness of your student days.

On Saturday morning alone, Coin, Fred, and George had done no less than five major things, including but not limited to shaving Mrs. Norris's hair, throwing seven large dung balls at the door of the Slytherin common room, and selling seemingly normal burp candies to classmates (due to the Weasley brothers' reputation, this task was almost entirely done by Coin, and no one would be wary of a first-year student)...

While Cohen was having fun, he also gained nearly 100 sin points.

Cohen used to uphold the spirit of not doing evil, no matter how small, and he could earn dozens of sin points every day. Now his sin points have reached the amount that can be used to buy soul fragments.

[Current Goodwill Value: 1207]

[Current Sin Value: 1077]

But Cohen still has plans to harvest the Forbidden Forest next week, so he is not in a hurry to buy soul fragments.

In addition to soul fragments, the system store also has some other interesting things...

[Primary Dementor Disguise]

[A magical necklace that can transform a person into a Dementor. Now you can float around and get more candy on Halloween. (Please note that this item cannot turn a person into a real Dementor.)]

[Value: 500 Sin Points]

(End of this chapter)