Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 81 Someone's Dementor Abduction Plan

Drunken unicorns can be dangerous in the forest, so Hagrid needs to hurry up and prepare some sobering potion for them. He's never seen a drunk unicorn before, so he's not sure if the sobering potion for humans will work on them.

Hagrid, who was so busy that he was exhausted, didn't even have any objection to Cohen's plan to put Ali into the box and take her away.

After taking over a large box of raw meat and several remaining boxes of butterbeer that Hagrid had prepared for Norbert, Cohen carried the boxes back to the eighth floor of the castle, intending to pack up the luggage in the Room of Requirement.

It looks like the unicorns of the Forbidden Forest are going to be going through a long period of sobriety—Cohen is considering weaning Ari off alcohol as well.

【Don’t even think about it! 】

Ali, who was left in the corner of the room to sober up, answered in a daze.

[This is my only hobby... Can't I just... enjoy it...?]

"Snoring..."

Yali fell asleep.

"She's made all the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest drunkards?" the Earl asked, tilting his head. "What kind of wine is so delicious?"

"Stop those dangerous thoughts," Cohen stopped him. "I can't imagine what outrageous things you might say or do after drinking."

But judging by the Count's expression, it seemed even more eager to try.

Cohen's luggage was not particularly large. Apart from some bottles and jars that he had stolen from the animals in the Forbidden Forest and could sell for money, he only had Edward's large chessboard and books.

"What is this?" Cohen touched a blue gem from the cupboard.

"The apology gift the Malfoys sent you," the Earl reminded him, "looks like a talisman—but do you really need a talisman?"

"I remember now." Cohen had some impression that Malfoy had returned to school early for Christmas.

The Malfoy family wanted to invite Cohen to visit Malfoy Manor - Cohen agreed to Malfoy because he wanted to take this opportunity to go to Azkaban.

"You can take it and play with it." Cohen threw the stone to the earl. The runes on it did have an effect similar to the Iron Armor Spell after being activated by magic.

But first of all, Cohen will be able to cast the Armor Spell after his soul strength is increased. Secondly, Cohen does not really need these things, and the Armor Spell cannot protect against the Patronus Spell.

Those who studied the Armor Charm certainly didn't think that someone would use it to ward off a Patronus...

The candies in the cupboard were almost all eaten, so Cohen moved everything into the house in his box.

He also took a few quilts from the Room of Requirement and spread them in several bedrooms of the cabin in the box.

Next was waiting for the end-of-term banquet and then the bus ride home.

This semester's House Cup went to Gryffindor without any surprise. Without the massive point deductions for Harry and his friends' night out, and without the points that Cohen asked Quirrell to add from time to time, Gryffindor was firmly in first place with 510 points. As a result, the 150 points that Cohen's "Special Contribution Award to the School" added to it didn't have the thrill of a Jedi counterattack.

"Look at Malfoy's face," Ron gloated. "I heard Slytherin won the championship for six years in a row—and he broke it when he came."

"The school's special contribution award doesn't even come with a bonus?"

Cohen said somewhat disappointedly.

He didn't have any feelings about the College Cup - they wouldn't really give everyone a solid gold trophy, but it would be a bit too cheap for the School's Special Contribution Award to be just a trophy displayed in the school.

Cohen didn't think anyone would go to the trophy room to see the list of past winners, as there was no contact information for the winners.

The results of the final exam were announced the next day. Harry and Ron successfully passed the exam, and they were very grateful for the tips for answering History of Magic questions shared by Cohen.

"Seventy-two points! Fantastic!" Harry said excitedly after receiving the report card. Cohen's scores in each subject were steadily around 90 points, and since Hermione scored a perfect 120 points in each subject, Cohen's perfect percentage-based plagiarism plan had no flaws.

They are all just trying to get by, and they consider it a success if they are not discovered by the professor.

Along with the report card, there was also a notice warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

But in fact, this is a hoax. The Ministry of Magic cannot accurately detect who casts magic in an area. They can only observe a very wide range - and Cohen's parents are wizards, so it doesn't matter if Cohen uses it casually.

Wizarding families will not tell their children about this kind of thing, because it would be difficult to discipline the little wizards in the family if they relaxed the restrictions on casting spells outside of school.

This was also a good thing for Harry - if the Nortons had not moved to Privet Drive, Harry really would not be able to touch any magic.

But Coin didn't intend to tell Harry about this. God knew what the hot-blooded young Harry would do to the Dursleys if he could use magic at will - by then the relationship between Coin and Harry as classmates would become that of a prison boss and a prisoner.

So Cohen can enjoy this privilege alone.

They boarded the Hogwarts Express early in the morning and arrived back at London's King's Cross Station in the afternoon.

"Are you guys coming to my house this summer?" Ron asked the other three as they were about to leave the station. "You all can come—I'll write to invite you."

"Of course," said Harry hopefully. "If the Dursleys would let me out—what about you, Coin?"

"I might be busy," Cohen frowned. "But it won't be for long—we'll see."

Hermione, who was planning to travel to France with her parents, declined the invitation with some regret and promised to go back next time.

They passed through the solid wall one after another, and their families were waiting outside.

Rose was discussing the layout of the Times with the Grangers, and Vernon Dursley was cautiously keeping his distance from them. In the past, he would have gone in and started a conversation, but since he knew that there were wizard children in these two families, he began to distance himself from them.

But even though the Dursleys looked reluctant, they still came to the station to pick Harry up.

In comparison, Edward and Rose were more like parents taking their children home. Edward was busy helping Cohen with his luggage, while Rose squatted down, hugged Cohen in her arms and gave him a big kiss.

"In public!" Cohen struggled.

"That's great. Your mother doesn't treat me like this every time she comes home." Edward said jealously.

"You're forty-two," Rose said bitterly. "Don't act like a five-year-old."

After putting the luggage into the car, Cohen sat in the back seat.

Edward said he had prepared a lavish dinner for Cohen, along with enough snacks for Cohen to spend half his vacation, and that he planned to show Cohen his new sandbox research results that afternoon, and that Rose needed to go to work that afternoon. ("Otherwise, you and your son will starve," Rose said when Edward suggested she take the day off.)
"By the way, Cohen, are you interested in traveling?"

After sending Rose to the foot of the Murdoch News Corporation building, Edward suddenly remembered the arrangement he had mentioned to Rose before.

"Are you talking about the kind of travel where you waste your vacation time being dragged around by a bunch of adults to various tourist attractions, taking pictures with tired faces, and then having to say at the end, 'This trip was great'?" Cohen asked.

"Don't worry, an old classmate of mine is planning a tour of the wizarding world. This time, it's all young wizards, and there should be quite a few of your classmates. Parents won't be going, and there won't be any adults involved. I'd like to ask if you would like to join us," Edward explained. "Your mother and I think you might need to relax for a while - of course, if you'd prefer to stay at home, we can just decline the invitation..."

Wait a moment.

A sudden trip abroad, no adult wizards allowed to accompany, the source of the news was an old classmate...

It's trafficking!
"Yeah."

Cohen agreed enthusiastically.

(End of this chapter)