Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 98 Ye Qi didn't speak, but just licked people

After the train arrived at the station, Cohen and Luna took different routes.

First-year students had to row to school with Hagrid, while second-year students and above had to take a carriage.

Coin met Hermione on his way to catch a carriage.

"Cohen! Have you seen Harry and Ron?!" Hermione asked anxiously, "I saw a car flying in the sky through the window before. I didn't even dare to look for them on the train - could they have come to school in that car? That's illegal - cars are Muggle items..."

"Then you're probably right." Cohen nodded. "That's Mr. Weasley's car—I guess Harry and Ron might be a little late in getting to the castle."

"How could they do this!" Hermione said angrily, "They'll be expelled - or even sent to jail... I remember the Ministry of Magic has regulations - wait, isn't Mr. Weasley the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office? Does this mean..."

"That means Mr. Weasley has to take the blame," said Cohen. "But it's really cool to drive a flying car to school - the feeling of attracting attention..."

"Boys..." Hermione sighed.

She and Cohen chose a carriage at the intersection.

To most people, the carriages at Hogwarts seemed to be self-driving.

Apparently Hermione felt the same way.

"Cohen, what are you looking at?" Hermione asked a little confused, because Cohen was staring at the air - as if there were really horses in front of the carriage.

Cohen could see the creatures pulling the cart, scrawny creatures with dragon faces and bat wings.

Thestrals, only those who have seen death can see them - Cohen has seen too much death. He has killed more than 300 people with his own mouth since he was one year old, and he also killed two malicious Aurors at Christmas.

The Thestral pulling the cart saw Cohen and seemed to be trying to identify something. The next second, it recognized him and seemed to be sure that Cohen was the person it was looking for.

It lowered its head and moved closer to Cohen—Cohen thought it wanted to speak—because it did—but Thestrals weren't supposed to talk...

"Slurp——"

It stuck out its tongue towards Cohen's cheek - the moment the sticky black tongue stuck out, Cohen felt something like "Peter shuddered", so he dodged it in time.

"Oh my god!" Cohen quickly moved away from the strange Thestral.

Could it be that Hagrid had successfully connected the Thestrals and the unicorns?
Even if a unicorn and a thestral were together, they wouldn't be able to create a nightmare like Ali!

Cohen's active distance made the thestral dig the soil under its feet restlessly. It made a sharp chirping sound, and Cohen thought it was courting a mate - it was a female thestral.

Damn, isn't this style of painting a bit too outrageous?
Cohen fled back to the carriage. Fortunately, the thestral did not break free from the reins and rush onto the carriage behind him.

"Did I hear something screaming just now? What did you see?" Hermione asked in horror.

"Thestrals are magical creatures," Cohen explained. "Like Pegasus, they are invisible and can only be seen by those who have seen death."

"Death—" Hermione was about to ask Coin why he could see it—but she interrupted herself.

Death was not a topic that could be discussed casually, and she assumed Cohen had witnessed the death of a relative - asking about such things would be too hurtful.

The carriage was dragged towards the castle with rumbling wheels. Their luggage had been taken to the dormitory by the house elves. In addition to the suitcases, Cohen also put a name tag "Cohen Norton" on his own suitcase containing the fire dragon.

Until the Sorting Ceremony began, there was no sign of Harry and Ron showing up, which made Hermione even more worried. ("Did they have a car accident?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Maybe they got into a plane...")
"Don't worry, they're here." Cohen took a sip of the juice he brought with him. It was an unreasonable rule not to serve food before the sorting ceremony was over, because watching other people being sorted was not really interesting.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Snape just left - probably to interrogate the two of them. After all, even we saw the car, not to mention the Muggles - I suspect the Daily Prophet will publish another emergency issue this afternoon to report on this matter." Cohen said slowly.

It was Luna's turn to be sorted—and she was indeed sorted into Ravenclaw. Corn saw Luna skipping over to the Ravenclaw table, and she waved towards the Gryffindors. "Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall left too!" Hermione whispered, "Are they really going to be expelled?"

"Expelling Harry Potter?" Cohen looked at Hermione in disbelief. "Even after knowing that Voldemort was plotting his resurrection? How far must Dumbledore have gotten in his old age?"

When they returned to the dormitory after the party, Harry and Ron still didn't show up.

But the news that the two of them did not return to school normally has spread among the student community - the Gryffindor side's statement is almost very close to reality. Some people say that they drove the flying car to school, but they should have been expelled.

Hermione had intended to wait outside the common room for them to return—and she did, for Harry and Ron hurried back after most people had gone back into the common room.

"I almost thought you were expelled!" Hermione scolded Harry and Ron in a motherly tone, "Why did you want to fly to school? What happened?!"

"You sound just like Professor McGonagall," Ron evaded. "What's the password?"

"The password is honeyeater, but that's not the point—" said Hermione impatiently.

"We weren't expelled," Harry said soothingly.

"Otherwise Hermione will be waiting here tonight for two people who will never come back." Cohen joked.

"You know this is no small matter, Coin!" Hermione corrected her. "They could get into trouble—or die!"

"They're all still alive," said Ron wearily. "Excuse me—I've been driving all afternoon, and Harry and I got hit by a tree... Now I just want to sleep—"

Just as the Fat Lady's portrait slowly opened, their voices were drowned out by the noise in the lounge.

The Gryffindor students pushed Harry and Ron into the common room - as if they were welcoming two heroes.

"That's amazing!" exclaimed Lee Jordan, the black man. "That's incredible! Crashing a flying car into the Whomping Willow will be something people will talk about for years!"

"Well done!" an unknown senior student joined in the comments.

"You should have called us back!" Fred and George complained, "Why didn't we think of this trick..."

Cohen didn't mess around with them for too long. The important thing was to go to bed early - classes would start tomorrow, and he had to quickly switch from holiday mode to school mode.

Hogwarts doesn't have an early morning wake-up call of 8:00, but it does have an early morning wake-up call of 9:00.

Before going to bed, Cohen let the earl out to prevent it from making noise at night.

Not long after Cohen tucked under the covers, he fell asleep.

I had another dream this time - a very familiar feeling.

He saw himself walking through the pipe, which was covered with moss, damp and sticky liquid, and some tiny bones that looked like mice.

Is it a snake?

Second grade…Plumbing…Harry Potter…

It's a basilisk!
Wait a moment——

Cohen woke with a start early the next morning.

Is this dream real?
Oh my god, didn't I eat the diary? Why did the Hogwarts basilisk still appear?

(End of this chapter)