Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 31 Giant Monster? How could you...

Cohen blew open a corner of the cave entrance—not to bury the giant monster inside, but simply to make a loud noise to lure it out.

Although the troll is stupid, it is not deaf.

The noise Cohen made sounded like other giant monsters were coming to destroy his house.

Can it bear this? It just learned how to swing a stick.

With a snap, it ran out of the hole angrily and fell into Cohen's box.

"Done." Cohen closed the box and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Fortunately, it was reinforced with a spell, otherwise the troll would definitely knock around and break the box.

It was almost mid-afternoon when we returned to the castle with the Earl, whose body had been cleansed by the cleaning spell.

Since he couldn't catch up with the class, Cohen planned to go to the Forbidden Forest again - the group of spiders should have hatched a lot of baby spiders, and before Cohen killed half of them, they must have had spider eggs that had not yet hatched.

Now that we have the younger one...don't blame Cohen for killing the older one.

You Have Already Been Given the Way to Die

"Why are you here again!"

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, Aragog smelled a familiar scent, and his angry voice was mixed with the sound of giant claws colliding. Perhaps this was the "gritting of teeth" that spiders could do.

Cohen sneaked in again - now the road was littered with the fallen corpses of giant acromantulas.

If souls had weight, Cohen would be stuffed with it by now.

"Mosag and I just..."

"You're still strong and healthy, amazing! I see your tribe is multiplying quite quickly, so there won't be any problems." Cohen looked at the group of small spiders behind Aragog. They were enough to support a small tribe. The other creatures in the Forbidden Forest would not allow them to expand indefinitely. "I'm doing this for your own good—"

"Fuck you!" Aragog roared. "We..."

It wanted to threaten Cohen, but it felt that it had no bargaining chips to threaten him - it didn't even know what Cohen was.

After all, there had never been a Dementor in the Forbidden Forest, and Dumbledore would not allow that creature to get near the school - except for Cohen.

"See you next time—"

Cohen greeted him and said that his soul completeness has reached 20%. As expected, Cohen has now reached a bottleneck.
The sky outside the forest was slowly getting darker, and Cohen spiraled up into the sky, floating towards the castle along the forest floor.

Somehow, before, there would be some kind of driving sound from the centaurs to him from time to time, but Cohen had not heard any sound from the centaurs in the past two weeks.

There was even one time when Cohen happened to run into a centaur, but the centaur just watched Cohen float towards the territory of the eight-eyed giant spider without making any move.

It seems that the centaurs have tacitly allowed Cohen to kill spiders here...

After reaching the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Cohen saw the Hogwarts Castle brightly lit in the night.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Cohen rubbed his hands together and shook the suitcase in his hand.

Cohen chose an empty underground classroom and took the monster out of the suitcase.

It was a little dizzy when it first appeared, but after seeing Cohen, a living creature, only one thought came into its tiny head -

Beat this living thing to death.

After the troll growled, Cohen rushed out of the classroom, slammed the door shut, and cast a locking spell.

Who told Dumbledore not to show Cohen the key parts of the alchemy manual? Seriously destroy the school and fulfill the dream that was not completed in the previous life.

Anyway, in the end, the blame all fell on Quirrell. Cohen was coerced by Quirrell...

[Ding! Sin Points +200] [Note: Your evil has caused you to abandon this school. You have lost your noble morals and conscience.]
“These things can’t be eaten.”

Cohen was quite dissatisfied with the system's evaluation. If goodwill points could be exchanged for soul fragments, Cohen's work focus might shift a little towards doing good deeds.

This system just doesn't want people to have a good ending!

And Cohen felt that he acted with discretion and for good reason.

All he did was to protect the beautiful mouth of this world!

If I don’t become stronger, how can I defeat Voldemort and become the second one - how can I protect my family?

Can goodwill value do this? Can it do this?

"Cohen?!" Quirrell's voice rang out from the door of the next classroom. "Why aren't you in the auditorium..."

"Quirrel?!" Cohen widened his eyes, looking at Quirrell, whose movements were almost identical to his, and Quirrell also had an empty suitcase in his hand.

Only Quirrell would keep the tools of the crime, and Cohen destroyed the box the moment the troll came out.

"Are suitcases the only thing wizards can use to carry living things? Newt too, and Crouch Jr. too..." Cohen complained.

"Why are you here?" Quirrell even forgot to stutter.

"Bring in the troll? Didn't we agree on that last weekend?" Cohen said confidently.

"I thought you meant for me to go find the troll—never mind—"

Before Quirrell could finish his words, two trolls in adjacent classrooms smashed down the doors of the two underground classrooms at the same time.

"Come on!"

Cohen was dragged away by Quirrell, and the two of them trotted towards the auditorium - they didn't have to worry about being caught up, because the trolls moved very slowly, especially in a winding, complex and multi-layered space like a castle, they couldn't run at all.

"You go eat first, then I'll go to the auditorium to report the news. We'll go to the fourth-floor corridor while the teachers are away." Quirrell explained the plan to Cohen while jogging. "The Dark Lord is pressing us very hard... but don't expose yourself."

"Don't worry, I won't be exposed-"

Cohen promised.

They parted ways at the main entrance of the auditorium, and Cohen slipped back into the auditorium through the side door - luckily he had brought his schoolbag with him, so it looked like he had just returned from self-study.

"Cohen! Where have you been? We haven't seen you this afternoon!" After Cohen squeezed onto the Gryffindor table, Ron, who was standing next to him, asked vaguely with food in his mouth.

"I went to ask Professor Quirrell some questions. I've already learned the herbs on my own in the afternoon class, so I don't think there's any need to waste time." Cohen shrugged his shoulders, stuffed his schoolbag under the stool, and tried to pretend to eat a few bites of food.

It felt like there were two pairs of eyes staring at me from the faculty seats.

It was estimated that Dumbledore had already noticed it, and perhaps the other gaze was from Snape - he had been staring at Quirrell, and now that Coin and Quirrell were close, he must be keeping an eye on Coin as well.

But those who are favored are always fearless.

"Troll!"

Ten minutes later, Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium.

His large scarf was tilted on his head and his face was full of fear.

Everyone in the auditorium stopped talking and stared at him.

Quirrell walked over to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned over the table, and panted:

"Two trolls—fighting in the dungeon—thought you knew."

Is this the old actor?

(End of this chapter)