Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 137: A crowing rooster (bushi) is given as a birthday gift for the basilisk

Is it necessary to arrange a job that matches Cohen's professional background?
Now Dumbledore is lucky, Cohen will raise three basilisks.

Once back at school, Cohen was surrounded by Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and dragged into the girls' room—Moaning Myrtle's bathroom again.

"Cohen, we have a plan," Harry said.

"A big, exciting plan," said Ron.

"A plan that breaks a lot of school rules," said Hermione.

"A plan I will not be a part of."

Cohen looked at the three of them and said dryly,
"Are you acting in a Shakespearean play?"

"Why aren't you curious at all?" Harry asked puzzledly. "Did someone leak the news?"

"I'm more concerned about whether there have been any attacks since I was home," Cohen asked knowingly. "There's no news from outside. No parents know that any students have been attacked."

"Dumbledore must have used some kind of magic to block the news to prevent panic," Hermione said cleverly, "but there have indeed been no new attacks during this period, and Professor Sprout's mandrake is about to mature. Those who have been petrified will soon return to normal and tell us who the attackers are."

"If that's the case, why design a big, exciting plan that violates school rules?" Cohen asked.

"Because 'soon' means before the end of the term," said Hermione, "I don't think Voldemort petrified the students simply to keep them out of classes for the entire year."

"Is he that good?" said Ron enviously.

"Ron!" Hermione glared at Ron sternly. "This isn't a good thing. Why would a Dark wizard who has killed countless people only want to petrify Muggle-born students? Use your brain—his purpose is definitely to kill them, not to help them pass their final exams!"

"So what are you going to do?" Cohen asked.

"We're going to question the prime suspect," Hermione said. "Draco Malfoy."

"His whereabouts are too suspicious." Harry added, "We plan to use Polyjuice Potion to turn ourselves into a Slytherin student and then pry the secret out of him. He will definitely tell his companions everything - if I were the student working with Voldemort, I would definitely tell you if you asked me."

"But it will take a long time. It will take a whole month to brew it." Hermione said worriedly, "And it's very complicated. I think you might want to help me brew the Polyjuice Potion, Coin, because if the potion goes wrong, we might die."

"And the materials are dangerous," said Ron. "For example, we'd have to steal boomslang skin from Snape's office—the same outcome as being poisoned by the wrong potion."

"so……"

Cohen raised his eyebrows.
"Since it's so difficult to endure, and the materials are so dangerous to obtain...why not just buy it?"

"It's a banned potion, Cohen." Hermione explained patiently, "Harry had a similar idea before."

"My mother's name was Rose Burke," Cohen said. "Guess where the Burke family business is."

"Bloody hell..." Ron said in surprise, "Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley—I've heard about it from Fred and George! But they're full of dark magic items..."

"So don't tell anyone," said Coin. "And don't tell my mother about this either. I'll just write to Mr. Borgin and ask him to buy some, and save you the hassle of arguing with Snape—Harry's going to pay, of course."

"Of course." Harry agreed with a wave of his hand.

Cohen knew that a little over a hundred Galleons was nothing to Harry. The boy had just inherited all the income from Potter Shampoo last year and had no way of spending it all.

Brother Fu, I’m hungry, I want to eat.

A preparation plan that had given them a headache for the entire holiday was completed perfectly, and Harry and the others' faces were filled with joy.

Cohen noticed a long soul lying under the floor. Sissoko came to find him, and because Harry was next to him, it didn't speak.

After making his excuses and leaving, Cohen headed straight for the Room of Requirement.

It is easy to make a hole in the wall of this house. Before that, we have to protect the earl who retreats as soon as he comes back.

"What are you going to do now?" The count looked at the black cloth in Cohen's hand warily.

"I have something to talk to the basilisk about, why are you so nervous?" Cohen said.

"You scared me to death, I thought you found a new basilisk..." The count breathed a sigh of relief, "You are almost the person who raises the most basilisks in Britain - no, you are already the person who raises the most basilisks in Britain." "Because other people don't raise basilisks at all." Cohen corrected.

Cohen decided not to tell the Count that he might soon have to raise another little basilisk, so as to avoid causing the Count to have any problems due to stress.

After tying the black tape on the Count, Cohen had the Room of Requirement open a hole leading to the pipes in the wall.

"Er smash!"

Sissoko climbed out excitedly, shouting without forgetting his original intention.

"I wanted to tell you good news, but now I have only bad news," Cohen said calmly. "Aren't you hibernating?"

"I woke up before the old man—I saw you were so excited..."

Sissoko came over and rubbed Cohen's head. It seemed to have grown a little longer. Originally, when it was rolled up, it only took up half of the room, but now it was almost as high as the ceiling.

So what position was it in when it snuck into the Gryffindor dorm? Was it with its tail and body outside, and its head buried in Cohen's covers? Or was it with its head and body outside, and its tail buried in Cohen's covers?

"Old pervert."

Cohen's sudden curse made Sissoko stunned.

"Ah? Me?" Sissoko asked, pointing at himself with his tail.

"It's nothing. I feel relieved. You tell me what you want to talk to me about first, and then I'll tell you mine." Cohen said, and at the same time helped Sissoko tear off a piece of snake skin stuck on his forehead.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder, the originally dark green smooth scales are stained with some dried snake skins, which is very disgusting.

"My birthday is coming soon!" Sissoko said happily, "January 31st! You know what to do-"

"In human society, the only thing people think of is children receiving gifts from their parents on their birthdays," Cohen reminded me. "No one over three hundred years old is clamoring for a birthday present."

"I'm not human."

Sissoko is so smart that he seems to have a human brain.

"So I can clamor for birthday presents."

"Is this all?" Cohen thought about what to give it for its birthday. "January 31st, right?"

It seems that the basilisks' birthdays should be around this time - their eggs are hatched when Sirius is brightest.

Sissoko nodded frantically.

"What gift do you want for me?"

"A really good crowing rooster," Cohen said.

"?"

Sissoko looked at Cohen stiffly.

"Maybe it's the father you've never met," Cohen joked. "Just kidding, it could also be the mother—it's really hard to tell whether a rooster laying an egg is the father or the mother..."

Sissoko made a strange hissing sound and looked like he was about to break.

"I'm not going to tease you any more. I'm going to take you to a place on the evening of January 31st," Cohen said. "There's a mysterious gift there, the kind you want most."

From now on, the little snake monster will be left to Sissoko to raise, which can save Cohen a lot of energy and time.

“Okay!” Sissoko said excitedly, returning to normal. “I’m going to show off to the old man—no, tell him about this.”

"Remember to eat less on the 31st," Cohen reminded. "There's a buffet."

(End of this chapter)