Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 70 Voldemort! Loyalty!

The book in Professor McGonagall's arms clattered to the floor, but she made no move to pick it up.

"How do you know—"

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion.

"Professor - I think Snoopy - someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone - Professor Dumbledore needs to know about this -" Harry didn't know how to make this description more believable.

But Professor McGonagall obviously wouldn't believe him.

"Professor Dumbledore is on his way to London. He has received an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall's gaze lingered on Cohen for a moment.

Cohen knew that this letter was forged by Quirrell, which was about tracking and observing himself as a dark magic experiment subject.

"He will be back tomorrow. I don't know how you found out about the Philosopher's Stone, but you can prepare for the exam without worry. No one can steal it. It is well protected and will never be lost."

Professor McGonagall picked up the book and left, but these words were of no use to Harry.

Neither did Cohen.

If the protections hadn't changed from the original work, those obstacles would have had little effect on Cohen.

"Even Dumbledore's gone..." Harry hadn't slept all night and was still extremely excited. "It seems like this is the only way, right?"

"You look more excited than Snape." Cohen began to doubt whether it was him or Harry who was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"I'm going to the fourth-floor corridor tonight and get the Philosopher's Stone before Snape does," Harry said firmly.

"You're crazy!" said Ron.

"You'll be expelled!" said Hermione. "You can't do this—"

"So what if I'm expelled!" Harry didn't care at all that he was in the corridor and spoke loudly.

Fortunately, the students are either in the classroom or studying in the library or lounge, so no one comes here at all.

"Don't you understand? If Snape gets the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort will be resurrected! Haven't you heard what happened here when he was the one who dominated the world? If he succeeds, this place will become a school dedicated to teaching the Dark Arts!"

"It doesn't matter whether I lose points or get expelled now! If I can't stop him, and he comes back to life, we'll have no future!" Harry said angrily. "Then I'll have to go back to the Dursleys! Wait for him to kill me - just like he killed my parents! I'm going through that trapdoor tonight, and nothing you say will stop me."

Harry's words made Ron and Hermione give up the idea of ​​persuading him.

"I have the Invisibility Cloak, and I can use it to get to the fourth floor corridor tonight."

"You're not going to go alone, are you?"

Ron made up his mind:
"I will go with you."

"Me too," Hermione said without hesitation. "I can look for the books I've read. Maybe the spells in them will work."

"But you will be expelled too..." Harry didn't expect that they would follow him into danger, especially Hermione.

"Don't be silly, we can't let you go alone," Hermione said. "We're friends, remember?"

Cohen mingled nearby without saying a word—he was going in with Quirrell that night.
-
Finally, at night, both sides began to take action.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered in the common room.

"Where's Cohen?" Harry couldn't find Cohen anywhere.

"I remember he didn't come back this afternoon - didn't he run away?" Ron asked.

"That shouldn't be the case. He's braver than us." Hermione also felt strange.

There's also a talking creature in the break room that might know where Cohen went.

"Why are you looking at me?" The Earl was secretly eating the midnight snack that the Weasley brothers brought out from the kitchen. "It's not me who arrested that kid." "Abducted?" Harry keenly grasped the key words in the Earl's words. "Cohen was arrested?"

"I was captured by a professor," the Count said to the three people according to Cohen's plan. "They said they would get rid of me. I guess I will soon become a stray owl. Can I stay with you? I can tell you jokes every day, and you only need to pay me for food."

"Oh no, Cohen must have been captured by Snape!" Hermione said anxiously.

"What should we do? Should we go and save him?" Ron asked in panic.

"Let's go rescue—no..." Harry was also a little panicked, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "No, Snape will go to steal the Philosopher's Stone. He will either bring Cohen with him or lock him up..."

"If we go looking for him, we'll fall right into Snape's trap!" Harry's eyes lit up. "Snape wants to hold us back!"

"You are so clever." The Earl praised with some difficulty.

In fact, Cohen was indeed accompanied by a professor.

But it wasn't Snape. He already had enough to blame, so one more wouldn't hurt.

Cohen and Quirrell had already met at the entrance to the corridor on the fourth floor.

"Playing music, right?" Cohen put on his gloves skillfully.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" Quirrell, holding a magic harp, looked at Cohen with some confusion.

"Oh, sorry, I'm used to it. We're not here to kill anyone." Cohen reacted. "You know, I don't like blood on my hands. Also, wearing gloves can avoid leaving traces, such as fingerprints and other evidence."

"..."

Quirrell was silent.

He is doubting whether he is qualified to be the Dark Lord's subordinate.

He silently walked forward and opened the door. The three-headed creature immediately got up alertly after hearing the noise and was about to pounce -

The next second, the harp began to play music due to magic, and the big dog seemed to have pressed the sleep button. It immediately staggered and slid to the ground, and the triple snoring mixed with the music.

"It feels worse than my unicorn."

Cohen commented.

Although Yali's heart would be seduced away by butterbeer, at least she would not fall asleep at the smell of alcohol.

The subsequent mechanism was exactly as Cohen remembered it.

After jumping off the trapdoor, there was a huge dark devil's net. Quirrell and Cohen were naturally not trapped by it. Before it could wrap around them tightly, the two of them slipped out of it.

The next level was Flitwick's "flying key". Quirrell chased the big key for a long time - Coin became a little impatient, so he turned into a Dementor and quickly wrapped around the extremely conspicuous large and ancient key.

"You just—!"

After getting off his broom, Quirrell stared at Coin, who had recovered.

"What is that—Voldibat? Animagus? Or…"

Qi Luo felt that the appearance that Cohen had just transformed into was like...

No, no one can become a Dementor, that's impossible, that kind of creature, no, a Dementor is not a creature at all, it's not even a being in the material realm (Non-being).

"Don't ask too many questions about things you don't understand. It's your boss who's working with me, not you. All you need to know is that we're on the same side."

The days of being on the same team with Chilo were coming to an end, and Cohen didn't intend to explain anything more to him.

"Don't worry, I'm loyal."

(End of this chapter)