Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 147 It’s time to “kill” your good friend
"Why are you more anxious than me?"

Voldemort asked.

"Harry and the others guessed the monster in the Chamber of Secrets, the basilisk," Cohen said, "and five minutes later they ran to Dumbledore's office to tell him about it—you only have one chance left to attack. Who knows if Dumbledore will follow the clues of the latest attack and find the location of the Chamber of Secrets."

"what?"

Things happened too quickly and Voldemort's next plan was disrupted.

"Let's just start luring Harry," Cohen said. "Find one of his close friends and attack him. It's best not to kill him directly. Bring him to the Chamber of Secrets. Then I'll tell him where it is - he'll definitely go there."

“You’re right…” Voldemort also felt that Cohen’s idea was reasonable. “A hot-blooded fool like him would indeed do this—but in addition to this plan, there is one thing I need your help with.”

"Just tell me what our relationship is." Cohen promised very loyally.

"I need to find an important item..." said Voldemort. "In the corridor on the eighth floor... there is a Room of Requirement..."

Coin knew what Voldemort was looking for, the Diadem of Ravenclaw.

But why is he suddenly looking for his Horcrux?

"I know that," Cohen nodded. "I discovered it last year. It's an empty room inside that can be transformed into various furniture according to my needs. I've been using it as a study room."

"No, no, no..." Voldemort said temptingly, as if revealing hidden treasure, "There is another appearance of that room."

"What?" Cohen frowned. "What else can it do?"

"As long as you think to yourself 'I need a place to hide something' before entering, it will turn into a huge storage room." Voldemort said, "Inside is my gift to you, the Diadem of Ravenclaw."

"I thought that thing was lost." Cohen raised his eyebrows.

"I found it..." Voldemort said excitedly, "It is of no use to me, but it should be very useful to you. As long as you wear it, you will gain wisdom - it can allow you to absorb all the knowledge of Hogwarts..."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Cohen said in surprise.

Xiaofu's thoughts are really bad...

Coin now understood why Voldemort had asked Lockhart to look for Ravenclaw's diadem.

Did Voldemort let Cohen wear the Horcrux in order to kill him with the evil curse of the Horcrux? Did Voldemort have a slight misunderstanding about Cohen's Nightmare bloodline? No, it seemed that Voldemort did not know that Cohen had the Nightmare bloodline.

Coin brought Voldemort into the Room of Requirement - but into his own room.

"It's another one - you need to change your needs before entering," Voldemort explained patiently.

"I know what you mean, but if we change rooms, shouldn't my things be moved out first?" Cohen pretended he hadn't tried it before.

"No," said Voldemort. "It will preserve the contents of every room. Don't worry about that..."

"Are you sure?" Coln asked doubtfully. "I have some valuables hidden in here—it would be very troublesome for me if they were lost—"

"I'm sure, go find the crown quickly..." Voldemort urged.

He couldn't wait to see what Coin would look like when he was cursed by the evil magic on the Horcrux - then he could easily occupy this body, which would be much more powerful than those useless, ordinary flesh bodies.

Thanks to this silly kid's previous suggestion - to use his blood to create a body for the great Lord Voldemort? What nonsense!
Voldemort wants them all!

……

"Are you sure it's here?" Cohen rummaged through the garbage for a long time, showing an extremely distrustful expression towards Voldemort.

"It is definitely here..." said Voldemort. "No one can take it away - I have placed a curse on it that only I can break."

The latter sentence was a lie to Cohen. There was no way to break the curse on the Horcrux, and only repentance could make all traces of its existence disappear, but Voldemort would not repent.

"But it's obviously not here," said Cohen. "Who stole it, or has your memory aged from being a ghost for so long?" "It must be..." Voldemort wondered where the Horcrux had gone.

It couldn't be the student. Once the student recognized the crown, he would surely be eager to try to put on this ancient object that was rumored to bring wisdom to people. The student's weak magic power would be devoured in an instant, and he would not be able to leave alive.

A powerful wizard must have taken it and most likely destroyed it.

Thinking of this, Voldemort's rage rose to the sky.

That was his Horcrux—the precious object that guaranteed his immortality.

"Someone took him away, a powerful wizard..."

"Dumbledore?" Cohen frowned. "Dumbledore's office is on the eighth floor—could he have taken it?"

Dumbledore had done so many good things that Cohen thought it would be okay to add one more.

"Damn..."

Voldemort's anger subsided.

He and Dumbledore have been at loggerheads for a long time, so there's no point in getting angry.

How did Dumbledore know about his Horcruxes? And how ... How did Dumbledore know about his Horcruxes? And how did Dumbledore know about his Horcruxes?

Or is this just a horrible coincidence?

"Then I'll go to his office and steal from him next time." Cohen sighed. "I'm a little disappointed. I'm going back to sleep. There's a class with Lockhart on Wednesday morning. I'll find a way to get Hermione to stay after class. There will definitely be no one in the classroom by then, so I can let the basilisk attack—and take Hermione to the Chamber of Secrets at the same time."

"I'll let Theodore do it."
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As for why the time told to Voldemort was Wednesday.

Because Cohen wants to drug the old basilisk on Tuesday!

By Tuesday afternoon, Cohen had prepared the potion precisely according to Sissoko's blood ratio.

I don't know why a mixture of multiple completely unrelated resistance potions and a lethal poison can allow the basilisk to break the control of the Parseltongue, but this is the only hope for the old basilisk.

"Grandpa, let's go and catch some live shrimp!" The little snake monster shouted above Sissoko's head.

"The generational system is even stranger..." Sissoko said, "He and I are brothers—at least that's how I call him..."

"Are you ready?" Cohen rubbed his hands.

"Ready……"

The old basilisk raised its huge snake head and placed it on the table, quietly waiting for Cohen to inject the syringe containing the "potentially lethal" mixed potion into it.

Pry open the scales, insert the syringe, and inject the potion, all in one go.

Cohen looked like an old doctor.

"Looks quite experienced." Sissoko, who was watching, praised, "Just like those researchers who tinkered with me—"

"How many times have I done this before?" The old basilisk wanted to seek psychological comfort.

"the first time."

Cohen pulled out the needle and put the scales back on.

"Healed as before—but if you count the last time I drew your blood, this is the second time."

(End of this chapter)