Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 232 Surveillance? Counter-surveillance!

"Caroline," said the Count, "my... emmmm..."

"Lover?" Edward joked.

"Daughter," the Count said dryly, "adopted daughter..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Edward smacked his lips sympathetically.

Cohen closed the phone book and planned to go downstairs to eat some frosted pudding. Edward also saw the phone book that Cohen had just flipped through.

"What are you looking through the phone book for..."

"Look at your connections," Cohen said, turning back from the door. "Look for someone who would report our family."

"Arnold will find out." Edward took the phone book and left the bedroom with Cohen. "Leave this matter to the adults. You just need to take care of eating, drinking and having fun..."

Cohen didn't say much, which made Edward feel even more strange. He felt that Cohen seemed very cold today...

Are you unhappy because you were investigated twice during Christmas?
After breakfast, Cohen went back to his room and locked the door.

"You don't look right." The Count tilted his head and asked Cohen, "Why are you suddenly so cold to your father?"

"Anything?" Cohen asked. "No feeling..."

"That's not good." The Count, in a rare moment, refrained from joking or making a joke. "What happened last night?"

"Two killed, that's all," said Coin. "I don't like people treading on my property without permission—first Sirius Black, then these two Muggle thieves..."

As he spoke, Cohen waved his wand, leaving some shielding spells in the room - but his brow was still slightly frowned.

"I'm asking about your mindset," the Count said. "What made you suddenly not so...wait, how do you view your family now?"

"A living person will provide me with shelter." Cohen said in a steady tone, "Any questions?"

"You have a split personality?" The Count's eyes widened.

"If you curse me again, I'll dig your eyes out," Cohen said coldly. "Be an owl and don't point fingers at me."

“…” The Count closed his mouth.

"I'll go see if those two people have been eaten clean."

Cohen left the desk and came to the suitcase next to the wardrobe. He turned to the Count and said,
"Come in with us and learn from Sissoko and the others how to attack humans."

"Is that an order?" asked the Count.

"That's an order," Cohen said calmly.
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In the wooden house in the box.

"call……"

Cohen took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa.

[What's wrong, son?] Sissoko came over, [Unhappy?]

[Dad is unhappy...] The little basilisk handed Cohen a bloody leg of lamb. [Eat!]

"I just ate, I'm not hungry." Cohen said, "You can keep it for yourself..."

"You almost made me think you were crazy just now!" the count said angrily. "'If you curse me again, I'll dig your eyes out', do you know how chilled I felt at that moment?"

"Otherwise, that's the most evil thing I can think of!" Cohen retorted. "Or I could say, 'If you say that again, I'll seal your asshole up with cement.'"

"Why are you pretending to be a villain?" the Count asked. "Your father seems a little worried about you because you just suddenly turned into a heartless villain..."

[I'm really worried about Cohen's condition.] Sissoko rubbed his head against Cohen's shoulder. [But I think Cohen is doing well now——]

"The Count is talking about Edward." Cohen said, lying on the sofa like he was in a mess, "But there's nothing I can do... If I show that I care about my family, those guys who are monitoring me might come up with new ideas." "Was someone monitoring you outside the house just now?" the Count asked alertly.

"It would be great if he was really outside the house," Cohen said. "Then I could just pounce on him and kill him. The key is that the person monitoring me is not around. He is using a magic that I have never seen before to monitor me - I can feel the fluctuations of magic power, but strangely, ordinary shielding spells can't block it."

"I'll help you kill that guy." Sissoko said responsibly, "Is there a smell? I can find him by smelling him—"

"No, this has nothing to do with you. Just focus on taking care of the baby here," Cohen said. "I'm more curious about what kind of surveillance spell can bypass my shielding spell but not this box made of the traceless extension spell?"

"Why not ask the magical goat's head?" said the count.

"Does a potion maker know what this spell is?" Cohen said doubtfully.

When Cohen found the Chimera and asked the Black Goat a few questions about this kind of magic, the Black Goat gave a vague answer.

"Know a little bit."

said the goat.

"What does 'a little' mean?" Cohen asked.

"It means I only know seventeen spells similar to tracking." The goat said slowly, "After all, I haven't read all the wizards' spell books... The Greek spell books are still not complete..."

"Roar..." The lion used his claws to gather the wool that had spread into a puddle on the ground and let out a sad growl because it no longer looked like a ball.

"Do these spells have counterspells?" asked Cohen.

"Yes," said the goat. "Most spells have counter-spells, except for those spells that wizards have named 'Unforgivable Curses' - do you remember what it felt like to be watched?"

"Remember," said Coln. "Use each of these on me, one at a time, and I'll see if I can tell which spell it is."

"With great pleasure." said the Black Goat.

It began testing Cohen spell by spell.

"That's not it……"

"It's not this..."

"A bit like that—but there haven't been any eyeballs this big floating in the air in my room..."

……

finally--

"Yeah, that's right—that's it!" Cohen's eyes lit up.

By the time the goat had cast its seventh spell, Cohen had felt a similar sense of being watched.

"Oculus Specula," the Goat recalled. "A rather old spell that projects an image of the subject onto the material plane..."

"Is there a counter-spell?"

"Oculus Daemonium," the goat said. "The gesture is the same as casting a spell... but this is something I've researched—theoretically, it should allow you to observe the observer from the opposite direction..."

"Isn't it easy to verify whether the spell works?" Cohen said. "Oculus Daemonium."

As he spoke, Cohen waved his wand according to the gesture the black goat had given—an illusory eye covered in blood and cracks appeared on the top of the black goat's head.

Cohen's vision also changed a little, and another perspective appeared in his mind, which was the top of the black goat's head.

The target of surveillance had been reversed—though the eye that appeared as a counter-spell was a little...

"Isn't that a bit too childish?" Cohen asked with some difficulty, looking at the blood-red eyeball under his control.

(End of this chapter)