Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 25 Good Boy Cohen

What? When did Rose and Edward say they couldn't take flying lessons?

Cohen didn't recall anything about not taking flying lessons in the letter from home this morning.

It seems to be a little trick of old Nantong. As a child, you must protect yourself - especially in front of an old man with a white beard...

Even this old man with a white beard is the head of the school...

Cohen followed the senior named Smith into the castle and walked up the stairs to a gargoyle-shaped stone beast on the eighth floor.

On the way, Cohen kept trying to establish a friendship with the senior - but the senior seemed a little introverted and was vague about many of the questions Cohen asked.

"Senior, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Senior, why are you with Professor Dumbledore?"

"Senior, do you prefer older or younger people?"

"Senior, let me tell you in secret that Professor Dumbledore is single now—"

"Lemon Sherbet..." said a certain Smith with a livid face to the gargoyle who was watching the show, his fists already stiff.

"If you like ice cream, that's fine..."

Cohen analyzed carefully:
"After all, it's cool and can cool down a fever. I think it's at least better than helicopter gunships and Walmart shopping bags—mmmmmm!"

Smith covered Cohen's mouth and forcibly shoved the chattering freshman onto the spiral staircase behind the gargoyle.

Cohen wiped his mouth. This senior almost went astray. Cohen almost bit Smith's soul in one bite.

Arriving at the door of the principal's office, Cohen paused for a moment—Cohen could feel that the spell Quirrell had cast on him was still there.

And Cohen actually knew that there was no spell called "Delayed Avada Kedavra", but "Cohen" could be unaware of it - this would give him a reason to do bad things in Quirrell's name.

Who could blame a poor, death-threatened, new-to-school Dementor?

"Boom boom boom——"

Cohen knocked politely.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore's old voice came steadily, sounding as if he were sitting behind a desk.

Cohen slowly pushed open the door and first peeked into the principal's office - although he had already looked at it once in soul form last time.

On the wall of the circular office, all the former principals were snoring - but Cohen clearly saw that the eyes of several principals had secretly opened a crack.

Is he really that scary? These paintings are soulless, I can't absorb them even if I want to...

"Cohen, come, sit down."

Dumbledore used magic to drag a chair over and looked at Cohen kindly.

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Cohen took small steps to the chair and sat down on it.

Cohen saw a large fiery red bird nearby - Phoenix Fox.

Damn, other people’s birds are so big and beautiful!
Why is my bird so perverted and disgusting!

[Maybe the bird follows its owner.]
Cohen felt that he was beginning to hear the Count's auditory hallucinations.

"The phoenix is ​​indeed a strange and fascinating creature, Cohen." Dumbledore introduced it to Cohen, "I have a book here called 'A Detailed Account of Living Mythological Creatures'. If you want to read it, I can lend it to you. Of course, unlike the library, you can borrow it for a long time. I remember the last student who borrowed a book from me returned it more than 20 years later because he needed to put a set of Gilderoy Lockhart's bestsellers in his bookcase..."

Dumbledore laughed as he stroked his long beard.

"Oh, I almost forgot, would you like some tea?"

The tea set on Dumbledore's table began to bounce towards Coin.

"Milk? Or pumpkin juice?"

"I want to drink milk tea..." Cohen thought for a moment and still wanted to drink something sweet. "It's that kind of mixed drink of milk and tea. There are many in the Muggle world." "Oh, of course." Dumbledore was very happy that Cohen liked Muggle drinks. "I like this kind of drink too. It's a pity that other wizards can't seem to put aside their prejudice against Muggles and enjoy the beauty that can be found everywhere in life."

The teapot poured out a full cup of light brown milk tea, which looked like a mixture of black tea and fresh milk.

There was also a stack of sugar cubes on the coffee table - Cohen had poured a lot of them in.

People with similar tastes always like each other - Dumbledore's diet is also high in sugar, so the more he looks at Cohen, the more he thinks he is a good boy.

But necessary educational work still needs to be done.

"Then let's get straight to the point, Cohen." Dumbledore clapped his hands after Cohen took a big gulp of milk tea. "First, let's talk about the flying lessons. I want to explain to you that your mother, Rose, wrote to me requesting exemption from the flying lessons."

"what?"

Really?
Cohen's surprise was not fake.

Why was he suddenly not allowed to take flying lessons? Did Rose find out that he could turn into a flying Dementor, so he didn't have to take flying lessons anymore?

This is a bit too ridiculous!
"Rose's letter mentioned that you're a little afraid of heights. Hogwarts won't force students to do things they can't do," Dumbledore explained. "As for whether or not you want to take flying lessons, that depends on your own wishes. Perhaps in a mother's eyes, a child is always just a child..."

Dumbledore winked at Coin over the top of his half-moon spectacles.

What Rose meant was that she was just worried that Coco was afraid of heights, so now she was worried that Coco would fall off his broomstick because of his fear of heights...

Wait, did Dumbledore really say all this just to talk about not being able to take flying lessons?!

"And another thing, I heard that you went to see Professor Quirrell twice in one week. Did you encounter any difficulties in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone at Cohen like X-rays—

But Cohen blocked them all.

A little bit of Legilimency, Cohen is not affected!
"Ah?" Cohen said fearfully, his head lowered. "Professor Quirrell asked me to go... He... He..."

"What did he say to you?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

"Well... I... he gave me a book, 'Theory of Metamorphosis'..." Cohen replied, "And the second time I went to return the book..."

"Don't be afraid, Cohen," Dumbledore comforted him. "Nothing can hurt you at Hogwarts."

"But I must ask you, Coin," Dumbledore said gently, "if there is anything you would like to tell me."

Cohen was shaking hard - but it seemed that he shook too much, and he accidentally dropped the teacup and broke it on the ground.

"No, Professor." Cohen wrote a word on the table with the spilled tea.

"Well, Cohen, perhaps you should go back outside and enjoy the afternoon sunshine with your classmates." Dumbledore waved his wand and the door of the headmaster's office opened.

"Okay Professor Dumbledore, thank you for the milk tea."
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"The little creature is lying!" the portrait of Phineas Black cried out after Coin left.

"I know, Phineas," Dumbledore said calmly, walking around the table to where Cohen had just sat, "but he is just a child, and fear and anxiety will cause him to make some wrong judgments..."

Cohen smeared a word on the milk tea that spilled on the table.

Threaten
"It seems Tom has also become interested in Cohen."

Dumbledore muttered to himself.

"He placed a tracking spell on Coin—perhaps he tricked Coin into thinking it would harm him if he revealed his secret..."

"Why don't you explain this to the child?" The portrait of Headmaster Black snorted. "What if he really is with that Dark Lord—"

"Cohen is a good boy." Dumbledore shook his head. "He won't really side with Quirrell. As an eleven-year-old boy, he risked his life to leave this word here. He has already demonstrated his courage beyond death."

"Your plans are moving forward—?" asked Principal Black.

“Sometimes, blindly protecting people will only make them drown in a hotbed. Only strong winds and rainstorms can make trees stand taller.”

(End of this chapter)