Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 71 Quirrell: He did all my work!

Cohen didn't say who to be loyal to. Being loyal to yourself is also loyalty!
After passing through Flitwick's mechanism, they came to an even larger room - it was originally pitch black, but it became brightly lit the moment the two entered.

The entrance is connected to a giant black and white chessboard, with giant-like chess pieces on both sides, but these chess pieces have no faces.

Professor McGonagall's work - only by winning this game can you enter the next level.

But these chess pieces transformed by Professor McGonagall also have virtual souls condensed by magic. Just like the teacup bird that Professor McGonagall gave to Cohen last time, Cohen can also eat it.

[Soul Strength: 5]

"I've studied chess—" Quirrell took a deep breath. "I'll win."

"You're not really planning on playing chess, are you?" Cohen asked, a little impatient. "Can you be a little prepared to be a villain?"

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"Follow me."

Cohen stepped directly onto the board.

"McGonagall's magic is very—"

Quirrell tried to call out to Cohen, but the next scene on the chessboard made his scalp tingle again.

After Cohen, the unruly "intruder," came up, the chess pieces all drew their weapons and swung their swords towards Cohen—but when they got within two meters of Cohen, streams of transparent illusory matter were drawn out and poured into Cohen's body.

What did he do?!

Aren't these things created by Transfiguration? Why does it feel like Cohen has sucked the soul out of something?

"What is this... magic?" Quirrell swallowed.

"Come on... hurry up..." Voldemort urged from behind Quirrell's head, "Stop talking nonsense..."

Quirrell hurried after him—but he didn't dare get too close to Coin now.

If this guy looks like a Dementor and has the same abilities as a Dementor...

Maybe he really is a Dementor.

After following Voldemort, he was unable to cast the Patronus Charm - Quirrell tried once, but was nearly killed by the black maggots that the spell summoned.

If a Dementor with human consciousness who doesn't like to eat happiness but only eats souls wants to attack him, how should he resist?

The next level is Quirrell's troll - this troll is pregnant, so it has an extremely bad temper.

Quirrell had wanted to prove himself to Voldemort—but Coin had gotten there first.

The giant monster whose soul was sucked away wandered here mechanically like a zombie, no longer trying to attack anyone.

"!"

This was the first time Quirrell had felt this frightened—not even when he faced Voldemort.

At best, Voldemort could torture him—or kill him.

If he is cowardly enough, perhaps he can still stay in the world as a ghost.

But if Cohen suddenly gets angry and kills himself...it seems like he won't even be qualified to become a ghost...

How could Dumbledore allow this thing to attend school!

Quirrell's legs were trembling, and the distance between him and Cohen was almost four meters.

He had originally thought that someone had performed some dangerous magical experiment on Cohen, causing the child to have extraordinary magical characteristics - such as the Dark Lord's magical transformation.

Now it seems that the Burke family's experiments have touched upon even more forbidden territory... How did they manage to fuse Dementors with humans?!
Quirrell thought the fact that Coin was a Dementor was absurd enough, but the Dark Lord stuck to the back of his head gave him a feeling of longing.

Coin was a treasure to the Dark Lord - a treasure that could be exploited, a treasure that yearned for darkness and corruption.

"Why are you so far away?"

Cohen turned around and saw that Quirrell had retreated quite a distance. He urged him, "Hurry up! Once you've got the Philosopher's Stone, help me fake the murder scene. If you delay any longer, Dumbledore will be back."

Quirrell followed Cohen somewhat unnaturally - for an adult wizard like him to follow a young wizard who had just been enrolled in school for less than a year was a bit... too weird.

The next level is Snape's potion.

After the two stepped into the room, magical flames ignited at the front and back doors. The black flame led to the next level, and the purple flame led back to the previous level.

There was a long table in the center of the room, on which were seven bottles of various shapes and a note.

There are seven bottles, three of which are poison, two are nettle wine, one can allow people to pass through the black flames to the next level, and one can allow people to return to the previous level.

Cohen had intended to try to solve it...

"I don't understand it. I won't read it anymore."

Cohen realized they didn't need to do the puzzle game on the note.

After transforming into the Dementor form again, Cohen no longer restrained the almost materialized chill brought by the Dementor's body - no normal fire could harm a non-existent species. After all, this fire was not transformed by the Patronus.

After carrying the shivering Quirrell through the flames, they arrived at the final treasure trove.

The Mirror of Erised was placed in the center of the empty room, and the Philosopher's Stone was hidden inside it.

The whole process is a set of level-breaking games. Although the magic of each professor is indeed not something that normal wizards can break, if Voldemort really comes, these levels will be useless.

Even without Coin, Quirrell wouldn't really get stuck at a certain level - the anxious Voldemort would definitely come up with a solution.

This place is more like a trial prepared for Harry and the others.

"It's this mirror again..."

Cohen aptly asks:

"Last time I saw my Dementor Empire in there - could the Philosopher's Stone be hidden in there?"

"S-I think so..." Quirrell felt that he was no longer of any use - to the Dark Lord, he seemed to be just a body carrying a soul.

Cohen took over all the work he could do!
He didn't even dare to say anything bad about Cohen, because this kid could kill him at will.

They came to the mirror.

"Let me see..." Voldemort's voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

Quirrell obediently untied his scarf.

The noseless face came before the mirror.

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone... I got it..."

Voldemort stared longingly at something in the mirror, but could not obtain it - so he asked Coin:

"Cohen... can you get it..."

"Move over, let me take another look."

Cohen pushed Quirrell aside and stood in front of the mirror himself - touching the mirror surface with his hand to make the mirror reflect something.

This time, the contents of the mirror were slightly different.

"It's my Dementor Empire again, but this time I have the Philosopher's Stone in my hand." Cohen said, "Damn it, why don't I just smash this mirror -"

“Don’t worry…” hissed Voldemort. “There will be a way… I feel it…”

Voldemort's perception was correct - the Boy Who Lived walked through the flames as soon as he finished speaking.

Harry froze at the situation.

(End of this chapter)