Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 231 Solution
"I almost know..."

Cohen understood Silver Key's purpose in an instant. As a villain, if he could disgust Cohen, he would be considered successful...

These two little thieves are not the main force to disgust Cohen, they are just bait. What really disgusts Cohen should be the subsequent inspection and public opinion.

"We can give you 70%!" B, who hadn't been subjected to Legilimency, obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet, because the sight of the lion drooling all over the floor was truly terrifying—especially since it was still looking at the tied-up self. "We can give you 70% of our profits in the future! Carson, what do you think..."

This A, called Carson, was speechless. He felt as if his memory had been turned over by some mysterious force. Anyone with a normal brain would have felt that their memory had been read over by Cohen's "Legitimate"...

There was something fishy about whoever had given them the tip that "Number 5 Privet Drive was rich and easy to steal"... They were being used as pawns.

"It's already this late, and you're still splitting it 70-30?" Cohen shook his head. "You, you..."

"Eighty, eighty percent is fine!" B immediately changed his tone, but Cohen had already turned around and was about to leave, and he didn't intend to let them go. "What about ninety? Don't go—I'll give it all to you! We can give you all the profits we make later—"

"What are you talking about, Sissoko? I leave these two to you. Do whatever you want with them."

Cohen yawned and threw the two child-stealing outlaws to the basilisk and the chimera.

"Mick, remember to eat it while it's hot. If you die, your soul will be gone..."

But Mick seemed to have no appetite - it hadn't eaten soul and happiness for a long time.

"Hiss..."

Sissoko hissed as he approached the two thieves, opening his mouth wide and revealing his sharp fangs.

The little basilisk also followed Sissoko and pretended to be ferocious -

"Roar!!!"

The little snake monster wanted to bite the B, but the cheerful lion bit off its head first.

……

Cohen left the box and climbed back into bed to go back to sleep.

Silver Key could only come up with such a rubbish trick - Cohen felt that they were not villains, but just here to add to the show's effect.

If nothing unexpected happens, when Cohen wakes up in the morning, a group of Muggle police will come to his house first, followed by a group of investigators from the Ministry of Magic.
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Early in the morning on Christmas Day.

"Okay, okay, nothing happened. It feels like another malicious report..."

The Muggle policeman in uniform nodded and said goodbye to the confused Norton family members.

"Why would the police come to our house so early in the morning?" Martha asked Edward in confusion.

"How would I know..." Edward shrugged. "He said someone reported cases of imprisonment and murder in our family - but no one in our family was missing."

"Yeah, yeah," Cohen agreed.

"Who would report our family?" Rose frowned, "Or the Muggles—"

wow-

A green flame as tall as a person suddenly ignited in the fireplace in the living room, and a decadent man who had a good relationship with Edward walked in with a sleepy look on his face.

"Ha, Merry Christmas."

Arnold looked like he was still asleep.

"We've received a report that there's a Muggle conflict here—has Edward been kidnapped by Muggles?"

"Don't you have eyes?" Edward said with pursed lips, "I'm alive and well - why do they want to search my house today?" "I don't know, but your report forced me to go out on Christmas - my wife got very angry and said I might as well go to the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts..." Arnold tapped the air in the room with his wand, muttering to himself, like some kind of detection magic.

But there was nothing left here except some traces of the usual magic of life.

Cohen doesn't kill people with magic

Not only is it not magic, it's not even in this dimension.

"Have you offended any boring people?" Arnold wrote down the test results and asked Edward, "The Ministry has notified us twice. One was a report through the Ministry of Magic, and the other was a report to the Ministry of Magic's Muggle Liaison Office through Muggle channels—and they chose Christmas Day specifically."

"It can't be one of the newspaper's competitors..." Rose said helplessly.

"It can't be those kids from the Hellfire Club..." Edward said jokingly.

It can't be me...

Cohen really wanted to say something.

But it's a bit silly to say it that way.

Even if Arnold was completely unaware of Cohen's identity and was a close friend of Edward, Cohen couldn't be so foolish as to expose himself.

"Does the Ministry know who reported it?" Edward asked.

"Even if I knew, I couldn't tell anyone. The identity of the whistleblower is confidential. If you need to protect your rights, you have to submit an application." Arnold said, "Do you want me to help check it out? I can ask the recipient - she's my wife's friend..."

"Thank you very much," said Edward, looking rather unhappy. "I do wonder who is so bored—it's only six forty, and the Christmas mood is almost gone."

After sending Arnold away, the Norton family had no desire to sleep at all - the group of malicious informants had at least succeeded in making this Christmas feel disgusting.

However, after Edward woke up, he seemed to suddenly think of something and sneaked into Cohen's bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Cohen, who was flipping through the home phone book on the desk, turned and asked Edward who knocked on the door and came in.

Edward wrote down the names and addresses of most of his contacts in the wizarding world in a Muggle phone book, and Cohen wanted to find the address of the Crouch family from it - so that he could go to the Crouch family in the next few days of the holiday to find little Barty.

"Regarding those people who came to investigate today..." Edward sat on Cohen's bed and asked uncertainly, "Do you have any conflicts with any grudge-bearing classmates at school?"

"Conflict? How could I have a conflict with my classmates..." Cohen said.

"That's good..." Edward breathed a sigh of relief, "How did you sleep last night?"

"I didn't sneak up in the middle of the night, grab a few random Muggles, walk into the street and yell 'Hey hey hey I'm the fucking Dark Lord and I want to rule the wizarding world' and then get discovered and reported twice."

Cohen saw through what Edward wanted to ask.

"I stayed in my room all night—"

"That's not necessary..." Edward frowned, feeling that something was amiss with Cohen. "Cohen?"

"Is there anything else?" Cohen found the address of Crouch's house and asked without raising his head.

"Isn't Christmas very merry?" asked Edward. "Come down and make some pudding?"

"Good idea," Cohen said.

"Is there any for me?" the Count in the cage suddenly asked.

"Come down if you want to eat." Edward waved to the Earl. "There's always your little plate in the living room, and there's also the new owl Cohen bought yesterday—did you give it a name?"

(End of this chapter)