Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 221 What is the "limbs limp and body aches when hearing there's work to do" syndrome?

"You don't believe me." Sirius stared at Cohen.

"Nonsense, of course I don't believe you, especially after your previous 'I have a plan' gave Peter Pettigrew the opportunity to rebel." Cohen said matter-of-factly, "What if you have another trick up your sleeve?"

"..." Sirius felt that this brat always liked to stab people in the back - as if Cohen didn't know how to interact with others at all. "Then I'll wait."

"Wait, Commissioner Gordon," Cohen said casually. "Don't get caught as a stray dog ​​when you go out. Stray dogs are not allowed in the school. Also, you didn't continue your relationship with Bubu, did you?"

"Of course I wouldn't have anything to do with a crup!" Sirius retorted angrily. "Wait - who is Gordon?"

But Cohen didn't explain the name to him until he left.

There is no Batman and Gary Oldman in this world.

Sirius turned back into the big black dog, walked through the elusive moving staircases and intricate corridors with familiarity, and left the castle through a secret passage.

To the outside world, he looked like a dog that a student had kept at school for several years.

Cohen has dealt with Sirius's side, and the next thing is to go find Barty Crouch Jr. on Christmas.

Cohen had no good feelings towards this crazy follower of Voldemort. Compared to Peter Pettigrew, Barty Jr. was more active, smarter, and more dangerous...

It has to be done.

The bad thing about Voldemort's men is that many of them are fanatics and cannot be recruited by Cohen.

The Malfoy family has to be a little more normal and have some brains.

But anyway, going to find him was just a gimmick to tell Voldemort, it's not like Cohen really couldn't make the portkey, and whether Barty Jr. died or not would not affect the progress of the plan - when encountering this kind of Death Eater who could die or not, Cohen's attitude has always been "die as much as possible when you can."

After Christmas, I will go to Nicolas Flamel's studio. According to Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel seems to be preparing for his own funeral during this period. I wonder what kind of legacy Nicolas has prepared for Cohen.

Throughout the entire Sunday, although Ron said that he had "accepted Banban's departure", he was still looking for her everywhere, and even did not return to the dormitory until late at night.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Seamus poked his head out from under the covers.

"No... who could find a mouse in a castle..." Ron went to bed dejectedly.

Cohen said nothing.

The fake Peter was controlled by Cohen and drilled into a hole in the wall on the fifth floor. Of course, Ron couldn't find him.

Just wait until everything is in place and then let it reappear.

On Monday morning, Harry was finally released by Madam Pomfrey.

However, Harry was still in a low mood because his broom was broken by the Whomping Willow. Cohen didn't quite understand why Harry was unwilling to replace it with a better broom - it was just a tool, just like a computer graphics card that needed to be replaced every few years.

Harry has plenty of money.

Compared to Harry, Ron, who lost his pet, seemed to come out of the shadow faster.

On Tuesday night, he was in front of the fire in the lounge, wishing Santa Claus a new pet.

"Do you want Mr. Frondo?" Cohen asked, "A talking cat, and one that's very tough. It won't die even if you die."

"I still want a normal pet..." Ron said stiffly.

"There's no Santa Claus, little Ron." Fred and George came over. "We can get you some gnomes dressed as Santa Claus - you can have them as pets."

"Suggest that again and I'll put you both in a cage!" Ron snapped. "That's terrifying," Fred snarled.

"We're going to be kept in a cage," said George sadly. "Ron's going to feed us five Sickles a week..."

"So being a pet is pretty good?" Fred pretended to suddenly realize this. "But it's a little hard for people to accept that a pet has to call its owner—"

"Don't be ridiculous..."

Ron said, pursing his lips.

"You almost tamed us, little Ron," Fred said regretfully, "but we're not here to find you - Harry, can you come out for a moment? We've thought of a way to cheer you up."

Fred and George took Harry out of the common room, and Ron was furious.

"I never found them trying to make me happy. I am their younger brother."

"Brothers are for fun," Cohen said rationally.

Harry never got the chance to go to Hogsmeade a second time, and never asked Fred and George about the secret passage out.

Cohen felt that the "way to make you happier" mentioned by the Weasley brothers should be the Marauder's Map - the protagonist is so good that God keeps giving him props.

Cohen is the normal character, Harry is the weird one

On Friday morning, the Earl arrived late with Edward's letter -

"Your father is sick." The count threw the letter next to Cohen, and then picked up the chicken leg from Cohen's plate without any hesitation.

"?" Cohen's eyes widened. "Because I asked him to help me make a new copy?"

"I don't know," the count said vaguely. "He fell ill after receiving your letter and has been lying in bed whimpering..."

"It sounds like..." Hermione asked worriedly.

"If he turned into a werewolf I'd stuff him in my trunk," Cohen said. "But apparently he just had 'limp-at-the-work-to-do' syndrome.'"

"The atmosphere in your house is really..." Hermione shook her head and continued to read the book in front of her.

"I've been observing him for several days," the count said. "He's been lying in bed for almost a week, howling every day—if it's fake, he's incredibly persistent."

"If it's true, he should be at St. Mungo's instead of at home. Rose wouldn't leave him sick at home." Cohen sighed and opened Edward's letter. "Sooner or later, he'll become a useless waste who just eats and waits to die."

"Isn't it already?" the Count asked curiously.

After breakfast, they went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom together. Unsure whether Lupin had returned, Harry and Ron stayed outside the door.

"If Snape teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'll just skip class," said Ron.

"Me too." Harry nodded.

None of them had done the homework Snape assigned last time.

"You guys, do you have such a deep bond with Lupin..." Cohen shook his head and looked out the classroom door.

Lupin came back, the dark circles under his eyes were heavier, and he looked weaker.

(End of this chapter)