Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 233: Rice to Da~ (I Found You)

"Everyone has their youth..." The black goat looked calm. "Back then, I thought it would be a good idea to scare the humans who wanted to track us down—and that's actually the case..."

"From then on, the Greeks never dared to use this spell to secretly track us again." The horned water snake said lazily, "I remember that day was at night..."

"It's really scary to see this thing floating next to someone's bed late at night." Cohen looked at the blood-red eyeball. It seemed that the Black Goat was quite thoughtful when he was young - it looked like the eyes of an ancient god in some mythology or legend.

What a coincidence—the counter-curse that this Black Goat had concocted in his youth quite matched the image of Cohen as an evil god in the minds of the Silver Key members...

"Thank you." Cohen thanked the black goat.

"You're welcome, kid." The black goat said kindly.

"Roar..." The lion raised its head and begged the goat behind it for something, probably wanting it to roll up the dime ball.

Cohen waved his wand casually and helped the lion reroll the scattered ball of yarn - because the black goat's sight was blocked by the lion's big head, and he couldn't see the ball of yarn at all.

After returning to the bedroom with the Count, the feeling of being watched returned.

But this time, Cohen is no longer the "weak, pitiful and helpless" being monitored -

"Oculus Daemonium."

Cohen cast the counter-spell—the next second, Cohen's field of vision widened significantly.

Cohen could even sense the location of the target, which seemed to be in the direction of London, near King's Cross Station.

Through the eyeball created by the counter-spell, Cohen saw a dark room and three wretched men huddled in front of a mirror.

"Ugh..." Cohen said in disgust, "There's a group of perverted uncles peeping at a thirteen-year-old boy..."

"Hey... there's a perverted thirteen-year-old boy peeping at a group of older men."

The Count agreed with feigned disgust.

"If you keep saying that, I'll buy Caroline some special egg-laying medicine," Cohen said viciously. "Mr. Count, you don't want to be locked in the same cage with Caroline, do you?"

"You are so vicious!" screamed the count.

"You were the one who became a pervert first!" Cohen retorted.

At the same time, an unknown trio from the Silver Key organization in London were discussing in front of a mirror how to lure Cohen to become hostile to the world.

"I feel like He's already growing into pure destruction and evil..." Contestant One said longingly, his bald head occasionally flashing beneath his hood. "Soon...soon we'll be able to witness the end of this filthy world..."

"But He still lacks some motivation." Contestant No. 2, with extremely lush hair and a resemblance to an ape-man who has reverted to his original form, spoke with immense excitement. "Didn't you hear what He said? That family is protecting Him—and God doesn't need protection. He hasn't yet understood the immense power within him... We must help Him, make him realize just how powerful he is..."

"I actually feel like... He's acting..." Contestant Number Three said to his two companions rationally and worriedly, "He might have noticed we were spying on Him, and He's lost in His dream and doesn't want to wake up. He's resisting awakening. We should—"

Suddenly, the rational contestant number three fell silent.

"Why are you not talking anymore? What do you think we should do next?" Contestant No. 2 asked Contestant No. 3.

"Mirror..." Contestant 3's voice trembled. "Mirror, what's wrong—" Contestant 1 and Contestant 2 glanced at the dressing mirror in front of them.

It was supposed to show Cohen's image, but now the bedroom scene was gone. Instead, it showed three men in black cloaks huddled together.

They could only see their reflections, the spell failing.

Not only that, through the mirror, they saw a blood-stained, hideous, and still rotating terrifying eyeball floating above their heads.

"I found you..."

Cohen's voice came from his eyeballs, with a hint of amusement. Combined with the dimness of the little room, the scene almost made their screams pierce each other's eardrums.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"
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"hiss……"

Cohen rubbed his ears. Why were these three men screaming even louder than women? Aren't they part of the Evil Believers Organization? Why did they seem so timid...

Although these three people were not much smarter than the two Muggle thieves last night, the contestant number three marked by Cohen seemed to have guessed the truth.

They must not be left alive, especially since one of them still seems to want to attack Rose and Edward - how can there be someone who wants to destroy the world but is so cowardly and afraid of death?
Cohen couldn't understand why these three guys, who could scare a groundhog like a groundhog when they saw the terrifying eyeball, were trying so hard to force Cohen to destroy the world - did they think that by trusting Cohen they could survive after the world was destroyed?

Cults harm people...

"I'm going to London," Cohen told the Count. "Please help me cover up—don't let my parents find out."

"Give me something easy to do," the Count said helplessly. "How can I cover for you? When your parents knock on the door, I'll shout, 'Cohen is glueing in the room, don't come in'?"

"There's this—" Cohen controlled his remaining flesh-and-blood puppet to crawl out of the box and transformed it into his own appearance. "But this robot isn't smart enough. It can pretend to be a mouse, but it's too easy to be exposed if it pretends to be a human, especially in front of Edward and Rose..."

"I can dub him." The Count imitated Cohen's voice, "'Hello, I'm Cohen Norton. What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll eat your soul—'"

"I'll leave it here pretending to do homework. If Edward and the others knock on the door, please help open it and explain casually..."

Cohen checked the mice in his pocket. There were still a few left, nearly starving to death. He could remain invisible and Apparate to London, find and kill the three watchers, and then return home safely, pretending nothing had happened...

"Why—" the Count wanted to ask a few more questions.

Snapped!
Cohen has put on his cape and left.

"Don't you have any tutorials?" the Count said angrily to the air, "What if your parents ask you why you didn't write when you were doing your homework?"

Snapped!
"I forgot to bring my suitcase."

Cohen came back again, but before the count could repeat himself, he had already picked up the box and disappeared again.

"Don't be so impatient." The Earl said to the new owl Caroline beside him.

"Coo-coo-coo?" Caroline called out.

"No," the Count refused decisively. "Why are you always thinking about hunger and lust? This sounds so familiar..."

(End of this chapter)