Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 48 I'm sorry for making the room full of dirt

But the Patronus Charm was still too powerful for a Dementor - even though Cohen tried hard to recall those beautiful memories, the silver-white smoke could not condense into any shape.

The smoke did not disappear, but floated on the surface like normal fog.

Is this what the Patronus Charm looks like? Coin felt it was more like... the thick fog created by other Dementors when they attacked.

It’s just that Cohen’s mist is filled with the emotion of “happiness”, and Cohen can clearly see the “happiness” sinking and floating in the air.

Cohen attributed this failure to a physical problem. He believed that his spell and emotions were definitely correct, so there was no reason for him to make a mistake in casting the spell.

Cohen caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's soul out of the corner of his eye. The old man had just been sitting on the table. After seeing Cohen cast the spell, he obviously moved his butt and stood up - and now he sat back down.

It seemed that Cohen's unsuccessful Patronus Charm did not surprise Dumbledore - but at least Cohen was able to release a little silver mist, indicating that Cohen was not immersed in dark magic.

Dark magic requires extremely evil emotions to be performed. A wizard immersed in it would be unable to use the Patronus Charm to summon even a little smoke.

"Ahem—" Harry was choked by the smoke and quickly got up from the floor. "Where does the smoke come from?"

"I was just trying a spell, but it seems to have failed," Cohen said. "I saw a spell called the Patronus Charm in a book last time. It can summon a physical Patronus using happy memories. I just saw that heartwarming scene in the mirror, so I wanted to see if I could use this memory to successfully cast it."

Under normal circumstances, the smoke from the Patronus Charm should not be choking, but Harry didn't understand this.

"It must be very profound..." Harry looked at the magical mist on the ground that was like the thick fog in the forest, and suddenly thought of something, "These..."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid, I made it all over the room." Cohen scratched his head. "Why don't you go back to the mirror and look at it? I'll drive away the fog--"

Harry felt that what Cohen had just said was strange.

Then, Cohen pointed his wand at the ground, and all the mist released by his spell retracted into the tip of the wand.

"cough--"

An old cough was heard.

Dumbledore shouldn't be choking on his own fog.

So Cohen thought that it could only be that Dumbledore couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to sleep, so he pretended to be a ghost to scare Harry and Cohen so that the two children would go to bed quickly.

"What's that sound!?" Harry exclaimed alertly, and the first thing he did was to look around for the Invisibility Cloak he had dropped on the ground.

If Filch caught them, Gryffindor's house points would be deducted into negative territory - Gryffindor only had over 80 points now.

"Could it be Filch?" Cohen also frowned and pretended to be surprised - he saw Dumbledore was already walking towards the door, like an exploding cake maker who never looked back.

"Quick!" Harry flung open the Invisibility Cloak like a sheet and called out to Cohen urgently to get in. "If Filch finds us, we're doomed!"

The two of them returned along the same route with their invisibility cloaks on. Cohen noticed that Harry was moving his lips slightly and whispering to himself as he memorized the route - the poor kid wanted to come back tomorrow night.

Just being able to see his parents was a luxury for Harry - even if their images were in a vague mirror.

On the way, they met Filch, but he didn't have eyes that could see through the Invisibility Cloak, so he could only follow Mrs. Norris (Filch's cat) and follow the scent they left behind.

After returning to the common room, Harry and Cohen crawled into their respective beds to the sound of Ron snoring.

Harry was awake, for his mind was still preoccupied with the mirror. Nor was Cohen asleep.

Because he had just lied, and what he saw in the mirror was not a loving family at all.

Cohen saw many different scenes in the mirror, which were played at an accelerated speed in the mirror like cut movie clips.

Cohen saw all of Voldemort's souls being sucked down by him, he saw the Ministry of Magic littered with corpses, with numerous dark magic creatures feasting on the piles of corpses, and he even saw his own evil Dementor Empire...

If you don’t know, you might think you are watching a horror movie.

Am I really a born evil person? I don't usually feel that way!
Of course, Cohen also saw a clip of himself standing with his adoptive parents - which showed that his heart was not all dark and heavy.

Moreover, although the "deepest desires" mentioned above seem bloody and cruel, they are actually not all bad things.

Voldemort must be killed, and that's a good thing.

Some of the bureaucratic dogs in the Ministry of Magic who are full of banditry must also be killed, which is also a good thing.

The only thing that might not conform to society's general values ​​might be the Dementor Empire - but that's not a bad thing for Cohen.

It all makes sense when I think about it this way...

Cohen stretched with satisfaction and changed his sleeping position.

What evil? This is clearly the savior - the savior in the next bed is still looking for his mother like a tadpole, but Cohen is already planning a bright future.

The next morning, Cohen got up sleepily, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. Cohen suspected that he had not slept all night again.

If this continues, he will die suddenly, right?
But Cohen didn't have time to accompany Harry to find the mirror today. He needed to think carefully about the Patronus Charm and to roughly look through the pile of books he had looted from the basement of Burke Manor.

Although the Patronus Charm last night was a complete failure, Cohen had a feeling when he cast the spell - the spell would work normally, but... the path was wrong.

It's hard to explain, it's like controlling several different classes at once, but only the Mage class can cast Fireball, so using the Warrior class to cast Fireball will cause an error pop-up...

There was no sign of Harry in the empty lounge, but Cohen saw the Earl outside the lounge window.

After opening the window, the Count flew in covered in fine snow, scattering cold ice crystals all over the carpet.

Fortunately, it was the house-elf who cleaned the common room. If it was Filch, he would probably yell at the Earl, "I'm going to kill you," and put Cohen in detention.

"He's just a few steps away and he has to ask me to deliver a letter. It's like he has no legs. If he didn't have a noseless face stuck on the back of his head, I would definitely pull all his hair out!"

The Count said angrily, throwing a letter to Cohen.

It was sent by Quirrell.

Cohen was asked to come to his office before lunch.

He didn't say the reason, probably because he was afraid that the letter would be seen by Dumbledore.

Are we going to start planning to steal the Philosopher's Stone?
Cohen felt that he was already itching to do something——

(End of this chapter)