Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 235 Self-Verification Paradox
Seventy-seven people in total...

Even fringe member von Braun was on the list.

Cohen took a piece of parchment from the study and wrote down the names according to their factions.

A long list - all the names of people who deserved to be killed.

What Blood Harbor Ghost...

The only drawback is that the positions of these people are definitely different from those on the roster——

"Alright, divide these people up," Cohen said to Sissoko. "Send one to the old basilisk to help him recuperate—he's so old and still playing so extravagantly..."

"That's why there's no female snake here." Sissoko sighed. "I've been holding it in for over a thousand years. I don't blame it..."

After casting a Legilimency spell on the remaining two people in the same way, Cohen left the three of them to Sissoko and left the box himself.

The rented house was filled with the three people's daily belongings and garbage - the only valuable things might be their wands.

Because they are "cult fugitives" wanted by the Ministry of Magic, these three people can only live in this small room and need to change rooms frequently to avoid being discovered by patrolling Aurors.

According to No. 3's memory, Cohen found a note of their plans, which listed the plans they had completed before and the plans they would make in the future.

In addition to sending those two Muggles to attack on Christmas Day, they had also planned to attack Cohen's parents before - but they were defeated by Edward.

These three people really didn't expect that a man who lived off his wife could be so good at fighting.

But they ran away quickly, otherwise there would not have been what happened on Christmas.

Cohen now understood why Edward had pretended to be sick for over a week.

Edward hoped to lure the three attackers back and capture them, but the performance was a bit exaggerated and no one believed it.

Neither Cohen nor the three attackers believed that Edward was truly ill.

When Cohen became invisible again and left here, the concealing magic around the rental house also disappeared. It should be that Sissoko and the others ate all three of them. Most of the spells that had been released would disappear with the death of the wizard.

By the time Cohen got home, it was almost lunchtime.

"Has anyone come in here?" Cohen asked the Count. "Were they discovered?"

"Edward came in and brought you some food. Here, at your table, he even apologized to you. I explained to him that you were having a headache because of homework, and he seemed relieved." The earl said, "How are the people who were watching you?"

"Feed it to Sissoko. I also got the list of Silver Keys from their brains." Cohen put away the flesh puppet. "Send a copy to von Braun later. Ask him to help find the location of some of these people here—preferably those I labeled 'conservatives'. They're too radical."

As he spoke, Cohen took out a list of silver keys he had written down from his pocket and tapped the long parchment with his wand:
"Copy in pairs."

Cohen tied the replica to the Count's leg. "Now?" the Count said in disbelief. "Christmas! Von Braun is still far north!"

"I really like you very much." Cohen said seriously.

"?" The Count tilted his head and stared at Cohen. "Are you crazy again?"

"These Silver Key people want to make me lose hope in this world, but you are my hope in this world, Talking Little Owl." Cohen said in feigned grief, "If I can't kill them quickly... they might attack you next..."

"All right, all right," the Count said as if he was used to it. "I'll just take what you said as the truth..."

Not long after the earl flapped his wings and flew away, Edward urged Cohen to go to dinner.

"Have you finished your homework?" Edward asked. "There's still so much homework at Hogwarts for Christmas?"

"No, it's the result of my procrastination over the past two weeks." Cohen made up an excuse. "People are always lazy, and I kept procrastinating until the holidays. Actually, I wanted to put it off until the last day of the holidays..."

"By that time, I'll feel like exchanging one detention for the chance to not do homework is a huge win," said Edward, as an experienced person.

"That's a good idea—" Cohen's eyes lit up.

"Ed, you're corrupting Coin!" Martha scolded Edward. "There's no such thing as a Hufflepuff like you!"

"But Cohen isn't." Edward argued. "Cohen is from Gryffindor—"

"As long as there's nothing wrong with the exam, I have no objection." Rose somewhat agreed with Edward. "I used to do this all the time. Some assignments are just completely meaningless—like all that nonsense in Divination class. Edward should remember it, right? Professor Henry, the bearded guy who loved smoking and predicted he'd die by drowning..."

"If he knew he was drowning, he would avoid the lake, right?" Cohen asked curiously. "Is he still alive?"

"No," Edward said. "He drowned in a glass of champagne the year your mother and I graduated."

"Don't tell me..." Cohen began to laugh, "a glass of champagne."

"He was at a faculty tea, smoking a cigar and drinking sparkling champagne - he accidentally shook the ash into the glass, and the champagne just expanded like crazy into a big, gelatinous mass that engulfed him in seconds," Edward said. "He didn't even get to finish his sentence, 'Merlin's beard,' before he suffocated and lost consciousness."

"What's with that drink?" Cohen asked.

"O'Connor Distillery's new product at the time was anhydrous sparkling champagne," Edward said. "It looked like a cloud of smoke you could drink, but it was actually just a ball of water that had been transformed. Professor Henry felt that this thing would definitely not 'drown' him - it was an accident. The Ministry of Magic's incident report listed the cause of death as 'atypical liquid asphyxiation' and warned manufacturers not to use Transfiguration spells on alcohol."

"At least he proved his predictions were accurate," Rose said. "That's why I never doubted his professionalism. He just lacked teaching ability."

"That's how prophecies work." This topic happened to be Martha's favorite area, and she said cheerfully, "The more you resist a prophecy, the more it will come true. It's called the self-fulfilling paradox... That's why I never resist predictions like Edward becoming Minister for Magic—if Edward became that kind of person, he would definitely become less family-oriented..."

"I feel this is even more impossible than drowning in champagne," Edward said self-awarely.

(End of this chapter)