Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 96 Crazy Girl Luna

"Ha—I'm just…preparing to find a new partner…"

The Count guiltily tried to hide the fact that he risked drinking and was afraid of sterilization.

"How do you write a letter—wait…" Cohen was about to ask the Count why he chose to buy by mail.

But the word "write" suddenly reminded Cohen of something terrifying.

"F*ck! I forgot to do my summer homework!"

Cohen exclaimed.

I blame Voldemort, the Malfoys, the Black Cloaks in Azkaban, Norbert, Allie, and... for forgetting my summer homework.

"And you! Count! You didn't even remind me!" Cohen grasped at straws. "Didn't I ask you to look at my textbooks more at the end of last semester? Now it's time for you to repay me. Hurry up and help me with my homework—you can even write a letter now, anyway."

"You let a bird do your homework for you?!"

The Count replied with great resistance:

"No way! Going to work and school are your fucking responsibilities as hairless people. Don't even think about bringing this kind of filth into the animal kingdom!"

"It only takes one night of effort," Cohen threatened, "and then you can get your egg potion back."

"Buy another one," the count said, raising the price, "and you must allow me to drink for a week."

"Are you really addicted after all?" Cohen said angrily on purpose.

"Otherwise, I would rather die than help you with your homework," the Earl said, fearlessly, "I'm much more courageous than that female dragon!"

"In that case..." Cohen seemed to have made a big concession, "If you help me catch up on my homework tonight... I can reluctantly let it go for a week."

"I guarantee it will be completed." The count promised immediately, as if he was afraid that Cohen would go back on his word.

The deal was done, and Cohen's capitalist self was revealed—it was all part of the plan.

Who really cares whether the Earl's kidneys will really be damaged by alcohol... It's just creating a loophole for the Earl.

After all, if you really want the Earl to complete the task with guaranteed quality and quantity, you have to make him a cake that he really wants to eat.

[Ding! Sin value +10]

[Note: You are too inhumane to even exploit birds.]
Humanity is something people need to consider, and Cohen feels that it is good enough for him to have some humanity from time to time.

Laxatives, people at Hogwarts, are capitalist Dementors.

"One night, one miracle. I believe you can do it, Count."

Cohen encouraged the Earl on his desk before going to bed.

Under the desk lamp, an owl is using a magic wand to control a quill pen to write a paper - what kind of wonderful life is this that only appears in fairy tales? The magical owl can help with summer homework!
Cohen had a new idea that the Earl could expand some business at Hogwarts, such as homework writing, to fill the Earl's boring and lazy life.

Cohen even thought of the slogan.

【Why not ask the magical owl? 】
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However, even the most magical owl cannot withstand a whole night of rapid writing.

On the morning of the first day of school, Cohen struggled to get out of bed reluctantly - because Edward was already urging him to go, and there would be traffic jams even on the Muggle roads on the first day of school.

"Fuck!"

When Cohen opened his eyes, he saw the Count lying face up on the table.

No way? It's just a homework assignment, I can't die...

No, there was still a soul—Cohen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Count's soul still peacefully staying in his body. The "Magic Owl" homework ghostwriting plan he had just come up with last night couldn't die just after it appeared.

Besides, I just made a deal with it. If I really can't finish it, I can just give up. There's no need to work myself to death...

However, it seems that compared to being exhausted, the count wanted the two "egg-laying potions" and a week's "drinking rights" more.

The Count had completed Cohen's homework perfectly, with a thesis on fourteen pages of parchment. The Count was really knowledgeable - Cohen felt that his previous statement that he had lived for hundreds of years was not false.

But after living for so many years, he still can't handle a female owl, which means the count still needs practice.

After finishing his homework, Cohen threw the Count into the birdcage.

Everything was normal until Cohen arrived at King's Cross Station at 10:45, crossed platform nine and three-quarters, boarded the train and chose an empty carriage at the end. Only then did Cohen realize that he had forgotten something.

He didn't run into the Weasleys or Harry - he almost forgot, if Dobby thought Coin and Lucius were preparing a plan to resurrect Voldemort, he would definitely try to stop Harry from returning to Hogwarts, just like in the original book.

It would be too late to go back now. The train was about to start. Even if Cohen got off on his own initiative, he would not be able to pass through the wall sealed by the elf's magic.

Damn, I can’t ride in a flying car!

Cohen also wanted to find out whether Mr. Weasley's car had a soul - the original book mentioned that the car had lived in the Forbidden Forest for a long time and had become "wild".

But dead things cannot become "wild".

The train rumbled to life, and Cohen looked out the window—soon an old blue car would appear among those clouds and be featured on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Just as Cohen was about to watch from a distance, trying to see the strength of the car's soul, the door of the compartment opened.

Cohen originally thought it was Hermione, because Harry and Ron were not there, and Hermione must want to find someone to ask about the situation.

But it was another girl who opened the door.

She had silver eyes, dark golden-brown hair, pale skin, and a look of surprise—though she probably always looked like that.

"Hello - can I sit here?" Her voice was extremely ethereal, as if floating in a distant place.

"Sit down, there's no one here." Cohen said casually, turning his head to continue looking out the window. "Cohen, Cohen Norton."

"My name is Luna, Luna Lovegood," she said. "Are you waiting for your friends? Will they be in the clouds?"

"Almost." Cohen saw the car.

There were six soul strength labels on the car - apart from Hedwig's fixed three-point soul strength and Voldemort's 40-point strength fragment, Cohen had no way of telling which one was which between Harry, Ron, Peter Pettigrew and the car.

Because the soul strength of the young wizard will grow, and Cohen hasn't seen Harry and Ron for a month.

But this at least proves that the car has a soul strength of at least ten points. I have to find a way to ask Mr. Weasley what he did to the car.

If it were possible to create souls using magic, Cohen would have to start speeding up his development - the souls casually created by Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration were a bit too perfunctory to bring any improvement to Cohen's current state.

"A car flying in the sky." Luna said in a vague voice. She was also looking at the direction where Cohen was looking. "Dad is right, there are many fun places in Hogwarts."

"Their cloaking device isn't working," said Cohen. "We'll be seen by a lot of Muggles, and the flight from London to Hogwarts is too long for a car. We'll see the car do a 'lovely star-studded' scene when we get to school."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Luna laughed—she laughed so hard that she had to hold her chest and breathe rapidly.

"It's so fun! A car! Cute stars flying and crashing into it!"

Has the crazy girl always been like this?
(End of this chapter)