Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 36 Who ordered the buffet? !

Chapter 36 Who ordered the buffet? !
As eleven o'clock drew closer, it seemed as if all the students and teachers in the school had come to the stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars because the arena was so huge. Cohen felt that he should also bring a telescope. It was actually quite difficult to accurately lock onto Harry among several distant figures of the same color...

As the two teams walked out of the locker room, the entire stadium was drowned out by the deafening cheers of the audience.

Compared to the excited audience, Cohen's situation was a little different.

He felt...hungry.

Stronger than ever before.

The students' faces and voices disappeared—only the colorful flocs of emotions in the air remained, like soft and fluffy marshmallows.

There's food all around!

Although he could usually ignore this feeling of hunger easily with his reason, when Cohen was sent to a place filled with positive emotions, he still couldn't help it.

Little greedy cats are like this...

No wonder those Dementors in the books couldn't resist crawling onto the Quidditch pitch – it really is a cafeteria.

"Cohen? Cohen! Harry took off!"

Ron's voice came from Cohen's left, but when Cohen turned around, he only saw "edible happiness," perhaps mixed with some "tension" and "anxiety"...

Cohen shook his head. This feeling was like being on drugs - so this is what the world that Dementors without eyes can "see" is like?

He wasn't going to indulge himself. Being "forced" to attack Harry was one thing, but losing control in public was another.

If Dumbledore came to exact revenge on Cohen later, he could explain it as him secretly reciting a counter-spell to save Harry - but if he really started to absorb his emotions on the court, he would never be able to clear himself from it.

You're only in the first grade, so you have to establish a good image.

Cohen took out a piece of candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth. A sweet taste rushed into his throat, so comfortable!

Another day to save Hogwarts from himself.

"Where's Harry?"

Cohen's eyes finally returned to normal, or rather, Cohen was not so hungry now.

"Harry's looking around the field for the Snitch—but he doesn't seem to have seen it yet..." Ron said worriedly.

"How barbaric!"

Hermione saw Slytherin's Flint deliberately rushing towards Harry - Harry's broom was suddenly veered off course, but fortunately Harry held on to it tightly.

"foul!"

The Gryffindors around him shouted in extreme anger.

"Send him off! Referee! Red card!" Dean Thomas, who was sitting in the row in front of Cohen, shouted.

"This isn't football, Dean." Ron leaned almost his entire body out of the stands, staring at the situation on the field while reminding Dean, "You can't send people off in Quidditch - and what is a red card?"

"So - after that obvious and despicable act of cheating just now -" Lee Jordan of Gryffindor found it difficult to be impartial as a announcer.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall growled from the announcer's booth.

"I mean, after that public and offensive foul play—"

"Jordan, let me remind you-"

"Alright, alright. Flint nearly got the Gryffindor Seeker killed, and I'm sure that happens to everyone, so Gryffindor penalty!"

At about this moment, Cohen, who had been watching Harry, saw traces of the curse.

When Cohen was learning black magic from Quirrell, he also learned how to identify traces of magic. Cohen was also very talented in this aspect, because magic was indeed strongly related to the soul. As long as he opened the vision of observing the soul, Cohen could clearly see the thick or thin magic tracks in the air.

Quirrell had already begun to act.

Harry's broom suddenly gave a frightening shudder, and then it began to swerve randomly in the air. "I don't know what Harry's up to..." Hagrid muttered, looking at Harry carefully through the telescope. "If I didn't know him so well, I'd think he couldn't control his broom—but he can't..."

Coin followed Quirrell and cast a three-second curse towards Harry. As long as the trajectory of the curse was established, it would be fine - lest Quirrell and Voldemort think that Coin was not working.

Harry's broom shook even more violently, and it seemed that Harry would fall off at any moment, because he was now hanging on to the air only by holding the broom handle tightly with his arms.

Cohen saw the trajectory of the third spell hit Harry's broom, also in the teachers' seats.

Snape is exerting his strength!

"Did something go wrong with the broom when Flint bumped into him just now?" Seamus whispered in the front row.

"Impossible," Hagrid shook his head. "Nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark Magic—no child could do that to a Nimbus 2000."

Suddenly, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars and, without looking up at Harry, began to scan the crowd anxiously.

"What are you doing—" Ron started to ask.

"I guessed it," gasped Hermione. "It's Snape—look."

She handed the binoculars to Ron.

"He's doing something bad—Cohen, what are you doing?!"

Hermione caught a glimpse of Coin, who was performing almost identical movements to Snape.

"Ah? I'm being naughty—no, I'm protecting Harry, stop it—if I stop the counter-curse he'll fall—"

Cohen quickly began to chant the counter-spell.

"You can do this?!" Hermione was surprised, but she still chose to believe Cohen.

Someone must have been counter-casting a spell, or Harry would have fallen off long ago - now Harry's broom was maintaining a precarious balance, neither spinning like a washing machine nor floating steadily in the air so that Harry could climb onto it.

It was as if two invisible men were fighting over the broom.

"I have an idea!"

Hermione exclaimed and disappeared into the audience.

In less than two minutes, there was a commotion in the teachers' seats - Snape was angry, about physics.

Hermione slipped over and secretly set his robes on fire.

At the same time, Coin naturally stopped casting the spell because Quirrell's spell also stopped.

Harry finally climbed onto his broom.

"Neville, you can watch now!" Ron said excitedly.

Just now Neville was crying in Hagrid's jacket.

The moment Harry climbed onto his broom, he was diving towards the ground at full speed - and then...

Harry covered his mouth with his hands as if he was going to vomit, and then he fell to the ground on all fours.

"I caught it!"