Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 10 A Night of Lust

After eating, the first-year wizards began to look for various topics to talk about.

When the topic turned to their families, everyone seemed to have countless things to say.

Seamus talked about how his Muggle father was frightened when his wizard mother revealed her identity - Cohen felt that Edward was actually in the same boat. After all, his tasks were just cooking, buying groceries and playing Dungeons & Dragons, which was no different from a Muggle.

The only difference between him and a Muggle might be that when he rolls a big failure (1 point) in a board game, he needs to secretly use magic to change the number of points rolled - Cohen seemed to suddenly understand why Edward always wins when playing flying chess with Cohen.

"What about you, Cohen?" Seamus asked curiously.

"Me?" Cohen raised his eyebrows. "It wasn't until my birthday that my parents told me they were wizards—I was adopted, and they originally thought I was a Muggle—"

In fact, Cohen felt that Edward and Rose must know their identities - Dumbledore said it was their choice, and it must take great courage to raise a monster taken out of a dark magic laboratory.

Cohen likes this family relationship and does not want it to be destroyed by someone or something.

Now that we are at Hogwarts, the original plan must be put on the agenda.

Cohen's gaze passed over the long college table and fell on the teachers' seats.

Quirrell, with his purple scarf tied on his head, was easy to identify. He was talking to Snape next to him, with the back of his head facing the students.

Snape's target was not on Quirrell at all, but he was staring at Harry next to Cohen.

[Soul Strength: 9 (Incomplete)/25]

[Soul Strength: 40+8]

Quirrell's original soul strength was 25 points. It seemed that a large part of it was absorbed by Voldemort who was stuck on the back of his head, and halved and added to Voldemort's soul strength.

It seems that... Voldemort's soul fragments and the broken soul of his original body both maintain a very stable value - 40.

How does this work? How strong must Voldemort's original soul be to have a soul fragment with a total of 40 points?
Or... is it that... the souls split by the Horcrux are not calculated by simple addition and subtraction?

However, this is not bad news for Cohen, because Voldemort cannot put his soul together at all, so to Cohen, he will always be one or eight elite monsters with a soul strength of 40 points.

So... the sin point earning plan will start from tomorrow!

After eating and drinking and enjoying dessert, Dumbledore gave the freshmen a lot of school rules that they needed to pay attention to.

"First-year students, please note that the wooded area on the school grounds is off-limits to all students. Some of our older classmates should also take note of this."

Dumbledore's sparkling eyes glanced specifically at the Weasley brothers.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the caretaker, asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors during class breaks."

"Quidditch player reviews will be held in the second week of this term..."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not wish to suffer an unexpected, painful, and tragic death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor hallway."

Harry laughed heartily, but only a few people laughed so hard that he couldn't help but ask Cohen for his opinion:
"He's not serious, is he?"

"You know, if you want someone to go somewhere, you have to designate that place as a restricted area first..." Cohen whispered to Harry.

Of course Cohen knew what was hidden in the fourth-floor corridor—

The Philosopher's Stone, the Sorcerer's Stone, is a legendary alchemical artifact that can turn stones into gold and grant immortality.

To put it bluntly, Cohen wanted this stuff.

Money is not the most important thing.

And there was no need for immortality—Cohen seriously doubted he would die of old age.

No one had ever heard of Dementors being divided into old and young. After a brief attempt by Cohen, he found that even without a body, his entire soul could float out of his body and find another body - but this behavior was a bit too dark.

Cohen has always insisted that he is a positive and good monster - no matter which world, good people can always live more comfortably in the early stages.

But Cohen really needs to know whether the Philosopher's Stone can repair the soul.

After all, the human soul will age, just as the little wizard's soul will continue to grow.

Eternal life requires not only overcoming the demise of the body, but also the disintegration of the soul. If the Philosopher's Stone could really repair Cohen's soul, then Cohen would have snatched fewer lollipops, and the children at Hogwarts would have given him many good reviews.

After Dumbledore finished introducing the school rules and led the students to sing the school song, it was finally time to return to the dormitory.

The Gryffindor freshmen were led by Percy through various moving staircases and secret doors hidden behind curtains, and finally arrived at the door of the common room.

There hung a portrait of a very wealthy woman in a pink dress.

"Password?"

the Fat Lady asked.

"Dragon scum," Percy said.

The Fat Lady's painting slowly opened like a door, revealing a circular hole.

Corn suspected that Gryffindor only accepted brave students because brave students liked to run around and therefore would not be too fat - otherwise they would not be able to return to the dormitory and would have to sleep on the floor outside.

The Gryffindor common room was a cozy circular room filled with plush armchairs and a roaring fire crackling in the fireplace.

This environment is perfect for sitting here and having afternoon tea on an afternoon without classes - especially in winter.

But Cohen couldn't care less now. He was very sleepy, physically sleepy, and his eyelids were twitching.

Now all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep until the world ended.

Harry Potter and the Sleeping Dementors (Complete)

Harry, Cohen, Ron and Seamus were assigned to the same dormitory. Their luggage had been brought in, including the screech owl that was biting its cage with excitement.
"Let me out now! The nightlife is about to begin! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The Count hurriedly urged when he saw Cohen.

"And that Harry Potter, your owl told me she wanted to go see the Scottish Highlands today—"

"Did he fall in love with Hedwig at first sight?" Ron asked Coin.

"He's not love at first sight, he's a sex maniac."

Cohen commented.

"No! Did you hear that?! The owl spoke!" Seamus screamed, covering his mouth.

"Yeah." Cohen opened the Count's cage and crawled into the bed with a sigh.

"Yeah." Harry was also very sleepy, but he still opened Hedwig's cage as the Earl requested and got into bed.

"Yeah." Ron helped open the window without any surprise, letting the two birds fly out of the window for a date.

Hedwig looked like she'd been tricked by a jerk, since the Earl's mind was full of voles—and only wild owls would eat voles, and wild owls that lived for hundreds of years surely had many mates.
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The Count followed Hedwig into the night, and flew up and down beside her, muttering something:
"You smell so good, what brand of perfume do you use?"

"Your wings are so beautiful, shall we compare their sizes?"

"You have beautiful eyes..."

"Can I not go home tonight?"

"How are we going to get back so far this late? Why don't we go to the Owlery?"

"Let me touch it—"

Suddenly, a red feather moved in a strange way and landed precisely on the head of the Count who was flirting with the indifferent Hedwig.

"Gugu-gu!"

The Earl's eyes suddenly became alert, as if he understood something.

There was a flash of fire, and the noisy owl disappeared into thin air.

Hedwig was puzzled for a while, and circled a few times in the spot. Unable to find the Earl, she turned around and flew towards Gryffindor Tower - at least the owl nuts on Harry's side were tastier than the voles of this weird owl.

(End of this chapter)