Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 51: Fuck the Dementor Patronus
In order to study the patronus in detail, Cohen even went to the library to borrow a few books.

After returning to the Room of Requirement, Cohen curled up by the warm fireplace and began a new round of spell research plan - actual combat was indeed much more interesting than those theoretical courses. No wonder Harry and Ron were not interested in learning.

The Count was glad that Cohen had not taken Ali out of his pocket again.

"Huh... Can we leave her with Hagrid from now on?"

"If the centaurs in the forest don't provoke it." Cohen didn't think this suggestion was very good. The centaurs would not allow those extremely violent and evil creatures to sneak into the forest - of course, this also included Ali, who had no part of her body that looked like a "normal unicorn".

Cohen was not worried about Ali's safety, but mainly because he didn't want to kill all the centaurs - who knows what the Forbidden Forest will look like after Ali's curse completely breaks out. By then, Cohen's sin value will increase a lot, and Dumbledore's anger value will also increase a lot.

And in this case, Cohen would not be able to go to the Forbidden Forest to have a feast, as there are souls of other creatures in the Forbidden Forest that can be eaten, such as werewolves.

"It's not safe to keep it here!" The Count said bluntly to Cohen when he realized that his indirect approach was useless. "It wants to kill me!"

"You talk too much. What could it possibly want from you? Pierce your wings? Tear your mouth apart?"

"I felt like it was trying to tear my prostate apart," the Count suspected with good reason. "The direction it was stabbing in..."

"If you keep talking, I'll be the one to tear your prostate apart." Cohen gave the count a dangerous look.

After chirping the Count to drive away the squirrel and sending him to his own nest on the other side, Cohen began to study the books.

Miranda Goshawk's "Ancient Spells Explained" provides a detailed introduction to the Patronus Charm, which contains more "historical records" and "source research" than Cohen's "The Complete Book of Positive Magic".

The Patronus Charm is the most famous spell known to wizards and witches, and one of the most powerful defensive spells.

This is an extremely complex and difficult spell that can evoke a semi-embodied positive force, the guardian spirit.

It can repel Dementors and Voldemorts, creatures that have no other means of defense.

And Cohen has experienced it himself, this thing will really make him dizzy - although it won't really kill anyone - no - it's just a strange fate.

In this book, Miranda Goshawk also came to a conclusion based on historical experience that only those with pure hearts can summon a patronus, because there is a famous example in the magical world - the dark wizard Rachdean backfired when he tried to use the Patronus Charm, and the maggots that appeared devoured him.

Most Dark wizards either had the same result as Rachdean, or were unable to make the spell work at all, like a blank.

Cohen actually disagrees with the theory in the book that "people with negative personality traits cannot summon a Patronus" - because Umbridge can use a cat-shaped Patronus, she cannot be considered "a person without negative personality traits" at all.

Then some rules cannot be understood in this way, but should be understood as "people who rely on extreme negative emotions to release black magic for years cannot produce purely beautiful memories." Their happiness is built on pain, bullying, and killing.

Cohen felt that he had nothing to do with these three words - when he killed people and animals, he was giving them relief. Whether it was eating their souls or the Avada Kedavra curse, there was no pain at all. Isn't this much more friendly than plucking their hair and making barbecue?

But this also made Cohen realize the mistake he made in choosing memories. Perhaps he should not have chosen the memory of Edward being bullied by Rose - nor the memory of him stealing the neighbor's child's lollipop.

They may be happy, but not pure.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Cohen adjusted his selection of memories—for example, the emotions he'd felt from Herbert when he'd agreed to stay, and the emotions Rose and Edward had felt when they'd said goodbye. A thicker white mist emerged from the tip of Cohen's wand, seemingly trying to combine into a single, massive creature—but there was still resistance. This time, Cohen sensed it, a resistance originating from his own soul.

If I had to describe it, it's almost like the feeling when you just pooped a big shit and then try to touch it with your hand - your brain is forcing your hand to touch it, but your hand resists desperately.

Cohen is the body that is casting the spell, while the soul is resisting it, unwilling to completely let go of the beautiful memories.

Cohen is now in a state of wanting to cast the Patronus Charm but not wanting to cast it.

"I'm going to call this phenomenon Cohen's Law."

Cohen gave up on casting the spell this time. Even if he tried his best, he couldn't make the guardian angel condense into shape.

"Damn it, a Dementor is learning the Patronus Charm, how could I have such a dream..." The Count froze in his nest like an owl statue, staring at Cohen.

The scariest thing is that Cohen actually released a non-physical guardian angel. Maybe...

And Cohen set his eyes on it the moment the Count spoke - if his soul was instinctively unwilling to release positive emotions... could he use someone else's?

Cohen can suck!
"What are you doing!"

The Count trembled unconsciously at Cohen's wickedly excited look. Usually, when Cohen had this expression, he would either be plucked of his feathers or forced to do something meaningless like "peeing on a student's head"...

"You, cast a Patronus Charm." Cohen rubbed his hands together.

"Are you crazy?" the Earl asked in confusion. "I can't help but hit you with that thing - you know that in my heart you are as damned as that perverted old man who stole Grindelwald's underwear..."

"It was you who first said you wanted to steal Grindelwald's underwear that day. I was listening outside the window at the time. If Dumbledore knew you said that, he would definitely pluck all your feathers." Cohen looked at the earl lifelessly. "Stop rambling and hurry up."

"Okay, okay..."

The Earl smacked his lips in agreement, flapped his wings, flew to the table, and grabbed the wand with his claws:
"Calling God——"

At the moment when the Earl's joy suddenly surged, Cohen spoke out -

Suck it~
This time, Cohen didn't swallow the sweet emotion directly, but immediately released it...

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A massive object burst forth from the tip of Coin's wand, at first resembling the smoke of an incorporeal Patronus—but as it fully unfolded...

"Your mother's Dementor Patronus!"

The earl, who had suddenly lost his joy, was so frightened by the scene that he cursed out loud.

(End of this chapter)