Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 24: Shocking: A Hogwarts headmaster actually did this to his students...

At least now, this Muggle corpse that had been dug up after who knows how long had passed away would no longer be desecrated by wizards - Cohen was still very kind deep down.

This time's teaching of dark magic was very successful, and Quirrell even shed tears of emotion.

After all, it was an eleven-year-old kid who placed the "Avada Kedavra" in front of him, which could cause a huge explosion even if it hit a corpse. As long as Cohen's target deviated a little, it would not be the corpse that would rise to the sky, but Quirrell himself.

Sure enough, the people the Dark Lord targets are not ordinary people...

"How about learning the Imperius Curse next class? Can you prepare some test subjects for the curse?" Cohen asked expectantly, "And..."

"Of course... of course..." Quirrell seemed to be stuttering again, "Is there anything else you want to learn... Mr. Norton——"

"Also...can I skip my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework next week?"

……

"Yes, you can... You don't have to write next week's paper—or the paper the week after next..."

How could Quirrell disagree?

It's like seeing a tiny kid holding a Glock and asking, "Can you give me that Coke?", and there's a gangster standing behind the kid saying, "Go teach him how to shoot."

Quirrell dared to bet that Cohen would not be able to graduate normally. If such an evil kid could stay in Hogwarts for seven years, Dumbledore would be considered blind.

Just as Quirrell was about to send this little ancestor away, Cohen suddenly thought of something:
"Wait a minute——"

Quirrell broke out in a cold sweat.

"Didn't your boss ask me to help you steal something hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor last time?" Cohen asked.

"Well... I'll find a way - at least find an opportunity..." Quirrell seemed a little embarrassed, because he couldn't think of any good ideas at the moment, and the professors at Hogwarts were too busy.

"Last time, didn't I propose the idea of ​​releasing a fire dragon into the school to attract the attention of teachers and students..." Cohen reminded.

"The fire dragon is a little too—"

"Later I reflected on it and realized that it was indeed difficult to squeeze the fire dragon in." Cohen said seriously.

"So what about the troll? There's a troll hole over there in the mountains. When there's a big party in the school auditorium, I'll lure the troll away from the fourth-floor corridor..."

Cohen described the plan in detail - of course, it was copied from the original book. This was the only relatively safe method Cohen could think of, at least no students would be hurt.

If Dumbledore asked about it later, Cohen would say that it was all because of Quirrell threatening him.

Quirrell and Voldemort Did It Too

"Indeed, it's a good idea..."

Quirrell had almost gotten used to Coin's enthusiasm for stealing the Philosopher's Stone being higher than his own.

"Perhaps you should go back, Mr. Norton... If Dumbledore knew—"

"I won't let him know. I'm very tight-lipped."

Cohen vowed.
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In the end, Cohen finished his homework on Sunday night.

Now Cohen has realized that procrastination can't solve any problems at all. Homework is the most evil thing in the world. It infringes on the most precious play time of students, and...

"Homework is important, Cohen! You have to do it yourself next time. I won't lend it to you to copy a second time."

In the empty classroom, Hermione warned Cohen very seriously.

"Don't waste your time playing around with those boys—you're clearly very proficient in both the theory and practice of these spells..."

"Some things don't need to be practiced over and over again once you've learned them."

Cohen knew that Hermione was just tough on the outside but soft on the inside. If he copied her homework once, he would definitely be able to borrow it from her every time in the future. Cohen declared Hermione the God of Homework.

"And I have my own things to do..."

"..."

Hermione pursed her lips helplessly, her expression quite similar to Professor McGonagall's.

She obviously didn't believe Cohen's story, because she heard that Filch was looking for a student named "Colson Golden" because of the excrement incident - this name was obviously a pseudonym Cohen had deliberately left on the wall, and the Weasley brothers had been praising Cohen in the common room all day (Fred: "Did you see? Filch's face was as red as a baboon's ass all day today"). "Ah, boys..."

Fortunately, Cohen was able to catch Hermione studying in the Charms classroom, otherwise it would have been impossible to finish the four papers in an hour - and some of Hermione's preaching took up a lot of time.

When Cohen returned to the common room, only Harry and Ron, two good friends who had just realized that they had to make up their homework, were left there.

"Cohen! You must have finished your homework!" Ron rushed over with shining eyes when he saw Cohen come in.

"Cohen, help!" Harry echoed.

……

The good news is that Harry and Ron finally finished copying the homework incompletely under Cohen's supervision.

The second good news is that they can start flying lessons on Thursday of the second week.

There was no bad news for the time being. On Thursday morning, Cohen listened to Ron's "thrilling flying experience" for the eighteenth time, and was even forced by Hermione to listen to her flying instructions in "Quidditch Through the Ages".

"It's just riding a broom, just like driving a car," Cohen consoled him. "At most you'll crash easily, but you'll be fine."

"But it doesn't have any seatbelts at all!" Hermione scratched her messy long hair anxiously. She was obviously extremely unsure about this kind of course that she couldn't prepare for in advance.

"Oh my God, you're a witch..." Cohen held his forehead with his hand. "The seatbelt is the wand in your hand, not a real belt tied to the flying broom."

The arrival of the owl messengers interrupted Hermione's behavior of spreading her anxiety, which had almost materialized, and the young wizards around her all showed expressions of relief.

Cohen also dislikes anxiety—it tastes sour.

For some reason (perhaps Coen knew why), every time the owls passed by Coen, they would always take a big detour. Only the count dared to stop next to Coen and take a chicken leg with him.

"A letter from your mother," the Count said vaguely, throwing a thick letter into Cohen's hand, along with a package full of candy, "and some snacks your father stuffed in."

Harry cast an envious glance at him from the side, but he only glanced at him once before quickly looking away.

Cohen spread out the letter, which was filled with Rose's instructions and her warning to Cohen that he might need to stay at school during Christmas - because she and Edward planned to go back to see Edward's father, Cohen's grandfather, and the old man was dying.

"It's only September..." Cohen's mouth twitched, "It's not that early..."

The reason for not taking Cohen with him is unknown. Could it be due to Cohen's identity? Or maybe some other reason?

Just stay in school. It’s not unacceptable to play in the dormitory until late every day.

Neville on the other side also received a gift, a memory ball (which is filled with white smoke and turns red if you forget something).

Cohen remembered that this ball would trigger a series of events, such as Malfoy provoking Harry and being slapped in the face, and the Quidditch genius being discovered by Professor McGonagall...

But none of this has anything to do with the owner of the ball, Neville Longbottom, who has to stay in the infirmary for the entire class today.

But when the flying lesson just started, Cohen realized that this lesson had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't that I scared the broom away, but...

"Is Cohen Norton here?" A senior student broke into the flying class.

"Ah? Me?" Cohen pointed at himself, a little confused.

Did Filch finally realize that it was Coin who threw the dung? Or was the Count bullying the other owls?
"It's class time, Mr. Smith." Madam Hooch frowned at the senior student.

"Um—it was Professor Dumbledore's request—"

The senior student named Smith quickly took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Madam Hooch.

There were a few words written on it in thin, circle-within-circle handwriting. Cohen separated half of his soul and secretly floated over to take a look.

It was written in a long, thin, circle-within-circle font.

[Please invite Gryffindor student Cohen Norton to the headmaster's office for some tea.

——Due to his parents' special request, he does not have to take flying lessons at Hogwarts.

(End of this chapter)