Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 145: Do you want to be a basement monster for the rest of your life, or...

After waking up, Cohen took the box back to the Room of Requirement during his morning break.

"I need a separate room to study giant creatures."

Cohen wished towards the house.

Now there is no need to blindfold the Count when meeting Sissoko in the future. Moreover, Cohen may have to study the basilisk frequently during this period, and similar situations will occur frequently.

"What happened to you last night?"

The Count watched Cohen tinkering with the house and asked curiously,

"What did those people do to you? **? **? Or ***?"

"Don't you realize that the stuff you're talking about has to be muted even in movies?" Coin said. "And I don't think anyone could do anything to a Dementor—as long as I'm like this..."

With that, Coin briefly transformed into his Dementor form.

"I've recently discovered something new about human diversity," the Count said. "I heard that some people even molest ewes..."

"The Silver Key people were eaten by Sissoko."

Cohen took the box and went into the newly appeared room in the Room of Requirement, then turned back and stuck his head out:

"Don't peek. There are two snake monsters here. If you peek, you will die."

"I'm not looking for death—what!!! Two?!" The Count's eyes widened. "Isn't that old basilisk forbidden to be taken away?"

"It's not an old basilisk. I found a smaller one and planned to raise it as a little sister for fun." Cohen explained, "Besides, baby basilisks are pretty cute."

"The world is doomed," the Count remarked. "I said so."

Whether the world ends or not is not decided by an owl, but whether the old basilisk can escape his destined death is decided by Cohen.

The new room was in line with Cohen's ideas. There was a laboratory table against the wall, and the rest of the room was open space for "large organisms" to settle down.

"Sisoko, come out!"

Cohen hissed as he opened the box and peered inside.

After a while, Sissoko climbed out of the box with the little snake monster still wrapped around its head, which looked like a bunch of green pills on its head.

"Mom...I'm sleepy..."

The little snake said listlessly.

It seems like there is a lamb in its stomach. The basilisk's digestion ability seems to be much faster than that of a normal snake.

Not only the little snake, but Sissoko's stomach, which was bloated after eating those people yesterday, has now deflated.

"I caught a lamb for it," Sissoko explained to Cohen. "Don't worry... I caught it while the sheep were asleep - the others are still alive - or maybe one of them died. I'm not sure if the last one to wake up was frightened or just died..."

"As long as they're not all dead," Cohen stroked the little basilisk's head. Its scales were still a little soft, probably because it had just hatched from an egg the previous night. "It saves me from making another trip just to get the sheep. No matter how big the farms in Scotland are, they can't handle the thousands of sheep I'm plucking every year..."

"But your day is about to begin," Cohen said, changing the subject. "I'm going to get you a pair of glasses that block out that murderous stare—that way you won't get into trouble because you can't control your eyes."

"Really?" Sissoko pricked up his teeth. "That means..."

"You can meet other animals now—" ("I can find another snake as my wife?!")
Cohen and Sissoko said in unison.

"Look at you, you're either hungry or lustful. What's the point of being this way?" Cohen accused. "As a 300-year-old basilisk, is your dream just to have a good meal and cuddle with a female snake?"

"I had enough to eat last night," Sissoko said with great confidence.
"I could spend all day with—"

"Go back to the Chamber of Secrets!" Cohen said, covering his face. If he continued, it would become the story of "Cohen and His Animal Friends." "By the way, tell the old basilisk about breaking the control of Parseltongue..."

Cohen explained the results of his previous research on the blood of the two basilisks. At the same time, the Room of Requirement opened a large hole in the wall leading to the Hogwarts pipeline.

After listening to Cohen's words, Sissoko was silent for a while.

"You mean for me to tell him that injectable drugs may not be effective, right?" Sissoko said somewhat entangledly.

"No, I mean you should tell him that if he uses it, there's a high probability of death, but a small probability of survival." Cohen said, "The best-case scenario is that nothing goes wrong, and it becomes like you, and with the magic power of those hodgepodge potions, it breaks free from the remaining restrictive spells of Slytherin and becomes free."

"But the probability is very small," Cohen said. "With so many drugs stuffed into your blood, it's a miracle that you're still alive, and miracles are hard to replicate."

"But if he does nothing, he will also be killed...the child you mentioned..." Sissoko lost his lazy air and became serious.

At this time, it looked more like a basilisk than before. Just by slightly raising its head, it was already much taller than Cohen.

"Not necessarily. Voldemort's ultimate goal is to kill Harry Potter. If I help him kill Harry, the old basilisk won't have to really become hostile to Harry." Cohen said, "But—"

"Don't be stupid." Sissoko lowered his head. "He will choose the first option. At least there is hope."

"I tried my best to mix the potion proportions correctly," said Cohen, "and be happy. This is a fairy tale, it shouldn't have a bad ending."

"I hope so..." Sissoko led the little basilisk into the cave. "I actually like that old country bumpkin very much. He is the first of his kind I have ever met in my life. It feels the same as when I met you—"

"It's been twice. Last time I left without you, and this time I can't save him either."

Sissoko sighed deeply.

“I never get anything done…”

"Goodbye, Dad..." The little snake monster knew nothing, so it could only imitate Sissoko's current low tone and say goodbye to Cohen.

"I'm not your dad!" Cohen said angrily.

How could there be three creatures that can simultaneously exist in five relationships: "father and son", "father and daughter", "parents", "mother and daughter", and "brother and sister"!
It's so confusing. This little snake monster has dented the worldviews of both Cohen and Sissoko with just two words.

After sending the basilisk back into the pipe, Cohen looked at the notes Dumbledore had given him.

Although he did not directly explain how to make an object that could reflect the basilisk's gaze, Dumbledore wrote a lot of magic theories similar to reflection magic in his notes, and they were all verified in practice.

First, you need to find a magic pattern carrier and carve patterns on it. Then try using materials such as the blood of the Riem cattle (a rare giant cattle with golden fur) and fire dragon meat fat until the reflective magic pattern actually works.

Things on the fire dragon are easy to deal with. Cohen has Norbert, so he just needs to work hard on it.

As for the Riem Bull... maybe we should go look for old Mr. Newt again. He definitely won't be able to refuse the condition of "being able to meet the Basilisk safely and face to face after the matter is done."

After all, Newt wasn't a Parseltongue, and couldn't normally come into contact with a monster that could kill him with just one look.

There are also subjects testing whether the magic patterns are truly effective...

"Count?" Cohen poked his head out of the laboratory.

"I feel you have bad intentions..." The count took a step back towards the window.

"For an owl as powerful as you, catching dozens of voles should be no problem, right?" Cohen praised.

(End of this chapter)