Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 178 It's drooling... that's a bit difficult to treat
Are you drooling?

Cohen followed the two to the area with the "tar-like slime." Large patches of the sticky liquid covered the grass beside the cobblestone road. The sunlight shone on it, reflecting...

"Why does it look like oil?" Cohen frowned.

"We thought it was monster saliva," Tom said.

This is indeed the saliva of a monster.

Cohen knew it instantly—Norbert's saliva looked just like it.

Could it be that the Chimera beast really ate people?

Cohen wasn't particularly disgusted by cannibalism (and certainly didn't approve of it), but he was just worried about its lack of intelligence. After all, only stupid children would drool constantly, which would be a bit difficult to treat...

If you put it in the box, it may fight with Norbert, Sissoko and Ali, or it may eat all the sheep and dwarf pig monsters raised by Cohen.

But it’s better not to tell this kind of thing to Muggle children.

And Cohen still felt that the problem was not with the monster. There was no blood or signs of burning.

If a Chimera is so hungry that it salivates at the sight of humans, there is no way it will not eat the food immediately after it gets it.

Either people are roasted into skewers by it, or they are bitten by it and bleed.

“If something looks like oil, smells like oil, and feels like oil,” Cohen reasoned, “then it is oil.”

"Who would spill oil on the grass?" Tom mused.

"Wait a minute——"

Cohen looked past Tom and Jerry who were squatting on the ground and examining the slime, and saw three adults hurrying towards him.

"What are you doing here?" A middle-aged man with a big belly and a suit shouted at them, "It's dangerous here!"

The child must have been seen from outside the park hedge.

"I guess they are just here to join in the fun, Mr. Mayor. I will send these children back to their homes right away." A young man beside Fat Lao Deng said hurriedly, nodding and bowing.

But Cohen didn't care about the fat mayor and his men. He saw a familiar guy among the three adults.

"???"

"???"

Cohen and von Braun were looking at each other with a "why are you here" expression.

It seemed von Braun had dutifully submitted his resignation as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to Dumbledore – but why was he here, with a Muggle mayor?
Cohen always felt that von Braun's head was spinning wildly, because von Braun was looking at Cohen with a look that said, "You are not the murderer of the kidnapping case, are you?"

"Tom, Jerry, how dare you go out alone now!" The young man nodded and bowed and recognized Tom and Jerry. The two natives of the town were easy to identify, but the young man did not know Cohen: "You are..."

"He is my friend's child, Cohen." Von Braun spoke first and stepped forward to pull Cohen over.

Then, von Braun looked at the young man next to the mayor and said, "Excuse me, could you please take these two children back to their homes? I can send Cohen back later - he won't affect my investigation."

"Of course, prosecutor." The young man said diligently, pulling Tom and Jerry out of the park.

The light in the two children's eyes faded—they struggled in vain to free themselves from the grip of the giant hands. However, Cohen noticed a strange development.

Tom and Jerry, who were still struggling, suddenly stopped when they were about to turn the park fence and were about to be completely out of sight, and their eyes all looked behind the mayor.

Cohen leaned back so that he could get around von Braun's back and see what was behind the mayor, who was standing in the same row with von Braun.

There was no dirt, no unusual animals, and the suit was stretched tight by the fat body.

Even his soul is normal, with a soul strength of six points, which is consistent with the identity of a Muggle.

What went wrong?

Perhaps the only thing that the two children could see clearly from such a distance was the chain that decorated the back of the mayor's clothes. The small metal chain would flash from time to time in the sunlight as the mayor moved.

"He's a very good young man. If it were me, I would definitely make him my secretary," von Braun said to the mayor.

"Ha, he's always been very diligent and saved me a lot of trouble," the mayor said politely. "Then, prosecutor—do you want to inspect this scene? I've been contacting the Wiltshire Police for a whole month, and few of the officers they sent are reliable..."

"So I came," von Braun said, "to see if the policemen were being lazy."

"Thank God, this matter gives me a huge headache." The mayor said, "Our only clue is the slime that appears from time to time on the grass, and the missing people are all church staff - including the father of the two children just now. All of this is in the investigation report I gave you. Oh, by the way, the church is to the north. You can go there to inquire about the situation after checking the slime here..."

"I see," von Braun said. "Mr. Mayor, you still have things to attend to, right? I can handle this here, so there's no need to follow me."

Von Braun sent the mayor away, but it seemed that the mayor was not very willing to continue to serve as von Braun's guide.

Now only Korn and von Braun were left in the park.

"Prosecutor???"

Cohen asked von Braun after the mayor left.

"A fake identity, just cast a Confusion Charm," von Braun said. "Why are you here?!"

"I'm on vacation—you clearly have bigger problems. I heard the person here investigating is Arnold Peasegood, a memory cancellation specialist from the Accidental Magic Reversal Team." Cohen narrowed his eyes. "You found a job so quickly? And changed your name?"

"Of course I'm not—why do you think so?" Von Braun held his forehead and said, "I'm here to investigate a missing person case. There's recent news that this case seems to be related to the Silver Key. God knows why you're here now. I almost thought it was you who did it."

"Silver Key again. Were they planning to keep appearing and disappearing to help fill my dull life?" Cohen said. "They succeeded. I was drawn in—but not because of the disappearances."

"Why is that?" asked von Braun.

"Because here I have my—are you mentally strong enough?" Cohen asked.

"Let me be frank. I think my mental endurance is pretty good..."

"There's a chimera wandering around town lately," Cohen said.

"Just a Chimera... What! Chimera?!" Von Braun widened his eyes.

"'I think I'm mentally prepared,'" Cohen repeated von Braun's words.

(End of this chapter)