Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 16: The Dementor Imp, Born Evil, Prepares to Join Voldemort's Army
Quirrell wasn't the type to respond with "What a coincidence!"

While running away, he did not forget to draw his wand, ready to cast a killing curse on Cohen -

"Ava——"

"Stop it! Idiot!"

Voldemort's growl was so loud that even Coin heard it, in both ears.

"He's very useful... Remember him..."

Cohen had no feelings about the Killing Curse - after all, the Killing Curse was supposed to extract the soul from the body, killing both body and soul simultaneously, but Cohen's soul could enter and exit his body at will, and after the soul left, Cohen's body would be as dead as before.

Cohen was also prepared for his soul to escape his body at any time - after all, "you can't kill a dead body."

Cohen is unaffected

What did Voldemort mean when he said "he would be of great use"? Did he want the inherently evil Dementor imp Coin to help him?
it is good!
it is good! !

it is good! ! !
Coming?

Cohen was worried that he was not earning sin points quickly enough from littering and stealing lollipops from first-year students at Hogwarts.

Pretending to help a villain who is bound to lose and then turning against him, and finally putting the wand on Quirrell's head and saying "Voldemort, stop it, there are only Dumbledores outside". Just thinking about this plot is exciting!

Then, in front of everyone, he embezzled the Philosopher's Stone, beat Quirrell to his knees, and dragged him back home.

"Whoosh-"

A strange gust of wind blew off Coin's hood as Quirrell waved his wand under his cloak.

Not surprisingly, Quirrell saw Cohen's face.

But since Coin had never taken a Defense Against the Dark Arts class so far, Quirrell couldn't remember who this student was.

But this is enough. As the only living person teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, it is easy for Quirrell to find students based on their faces.

After the man in the black hood remembered Cohen's appearance, he and Cohen fled side by side towards the exit of the Forbidden Forest and went to the edge of the other side of the Forbidden Forest.

It seemed that Quirrell also knew that it would be suspicious for him to appear on the Hogwarts grounds in broad daylight in a black robe and a hood, so he probably slipped away to prepare to cast a Disillusionment Charm and then return to school to prepare for class.

"I'm so busy. I have to go to class and help Voldemort catch unicorns..." Cohen looked at the direction where Quirrell escaped and smacked his lips in pity. "And I have to shave all my hair..."

In this case, I'll reluctantly help him get rid of it later. Even though Cohen appears to be aloof, his stomach is warm and soft.

"Cohen?"

Behind Hagrid's hut, Harry saw Cohen, whose robes were covered with broken leaves and dirt, and called out in a low voice.

What? It's already three o'clock?!
"Boom-thump-thump-"

A long bell rang from the castle, which meant that some of the young wizards needed to go to class - but Cohen and his friends only had one herbalism class in the afternoon, and it was before dinner, so there was no rush.

"Harry? Why are you outside?"

Ron poked his head out the back door of Hagrid's hut and saw Coin, who had just emerged from the Forbidden Forest.

"Is it your friend Cohen who has arrived?"

Hagrid's grunting sound also came from the house, and Cohen hurried to the vegetable garden, pretending that he had just been admiring Hagrid's pumpkin seedlings - instead of being driven out of the Forbidden Forest by the centaurs. After Cohen gave Hagrid a long emotional value of "Your pumpkin seedlings are so amazing, can you teach me about gardening?", Hagrid, who was originally a little suspicious, immediately forgot that Cohen might have been wandering around the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid is a good man.

After Harry reintroduced Cohen to Hagrid and mentioned that Cohen was the "only friend he had before" that Harry had told Hagrid, Cohen received a bunch of rock biscuits and toffee that could be used as glue.

Even Hagrid, who was crying his eyes out, gave Cohen a leather shoulder bag to carry these "snacks" - the leather Cohen looked like the one in Edward's old textbook "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"...

"Is this the hide of a horned beast, Hagrid?" Cohen felt the small change beckoning to him. "I thought they lived in the mountains—"

"Oh... yes." Hagrid said a little sadly, "Grove originally lived in the mountains, but he was too old, so he was driven out..."

"If you don't like the horned beast, I have a deerskin bag here—"

Hagrid thought Cohen had some objection to the horned gecko, but Cohen would not give up the horned gecko's skin in exchange for deerskin.

The material of this thing is even stronger than the skin of a fire dragon, and most spells are useless against it.

Cohen had already figured out what to make of it—he would go to the kitchen and find the house-elves and have them help him make the leather into a vest, which he could use directly as magical body armor.

perfect!

Afternoon tea time always passed quickly. They reluctantly left the warm little house and arrived at the greenhouse classroom for the herbal medicine class on time.

The first lesson of Herbology was all theoretical knowledge. The strange magical plants in the greenhouse could only be looked at and not even touched ("Watch the wand in your pocket! Mr. Finnigan! It's spewing sparks!" Professor Sprout shouted, "Those dry nettles are afraid of fire!").

Cohen was unhappy in this class, not because of Professor Sprout's problem, nor because of the Herbology class - but because of those magical plants.

Some of them could even make sounds and move around in the flowerpots like animals, but Cohen couldn't see any [Soul Strength: X] labels!

Why don't plants have souls? (annoyed)
Cohen is eager to speak up for plants.

Am I alive? Am I really alive?

After class, Cohen and the others returned to the castle covered in mud. In order to avoid Filch, who was looking for something, taking the opportunity to put them in detention, they had to take a shower and change clothes first.

By the time everything was over and we got to dinner, everyone had almost finished eating.

The banquet was over, and Cohen was about to go back to the dormitory with Harry and the others to enjoy some relaxation and entertainment after a busy day -

"Yes, Mr. Norton..."

Quirrell, stammering, stood in front of the three men. His gaze lingered on Harry for a second longer, but remained on Cohen for more time.

Harry and Ron didn't understand what was going on. They thought Cohen had skipped lunch and gone for a stroll in the Forbidden Forest, and was discovered by the professor, so they quickly stepped back a foot from Cohen.

"You don't have to draw a line between you and me so quickly..." Cohen whispered with gritted teeth.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that you performed very well in the Transfiguration class..."

Quirrell rubbed his hands together, looking like a corporate slave who had just made a mistake and was apologizing.

"I have... a few books on Transfiguration that I thought you might like..."

Quirrell's words made Cohen feel like he could dig a Hogwarts Castle out of his feet.

You just think of me as a weird uncle looking at goldfish, right?
(End of this chapter)